Day and night tour

Chapter 8 Blood Talisman

Zhou Xuan almost vomited after watching it, not because the scene was too bloody, but because the scene was not bloody at all.

Wu Yun's stomach was empty. There was no liver, spleen, stomach, intestines, or anything else. Not even a drop of blood could come out.

The meat in the abdominal cavity was purple and had a strong rotten smell, and the ribs were covered with clusters of blue-black mold.

"Take a good look at it yourself." Zhou Lingyi exhaled a puff of smoke, with a playful tone in his voice.

Wu Yun realized that something was wrong and looked down at his empty stomach. He was surprised at first, surprised that his liver, stomach and intestines were gone, and then he felt dissatisfied.

He always felt that his heart was still there. His unwillingness to accept turned into motivation. He reached his right hand into his abdomen and explored upwards, determined to find his heart.

After searching for several seconds, I found nothing.

"I have no heart. I am already dead."

Wu Yun figured out the difference between life and death, and suddenly he closed his eyes and fell to the ground. Many corpse spots appeared out of thin air on his originally smooth skin.

"Haha, brother, see, this is the walking corpse, it doesn't believe it's dead, it thinks it's no different from a living person.

He had completely forgotten that he had already sacrificed his internal organs to the ghost baby, and now he was just a living dead.

As long as you point it out to him and let him know that he is really dead, his obsession with life will melt away."

Zhou Xuan was surprised by Zhou Lingyi's methods.

It goes without saying that he is very skilled in Taoism. The process of him calmly hitting Wu Yun's vital points with words is like a butcher cutting an ox to the point of penetrating into the wood.

He had been in Jingguo for a few days and thought his sister should have some skills, but he didn't expect that her skills would be so advanced?

"Brother, carry her over there." Zhou Lingyi pointed to the morgue in the corner.

Zhou Xuan picked up Zheng Meizhu's body and carried it to the morgue.

Zhou Lingyi slowly walked to the bedside, bent down and blew a puff of smoke into the corpse's face.

call.

White smoke swept across my cheeks,

Zheng Meizhu sat up suddenly.
She closed her eyes and cursed at Wu Yun, also telling him the private matters between them.

It turns out that Zheng Meizhu's family is very powerful.

Wu Yun was able to rise from a teacher in a poor school to the head of the tram department and succeed in getting on the shore, which had a lot to do with the Zheng family.

Who would have thought that the first sword he swung after getting ashore would kill the person next to him. Some time ago, he had been infatuated with a prostitute.

After the truth was revealed, Wu Yun was afraid that Zheng Meizhu would go to the family to complain, so he became mad and killed his wife who was three months pregnant.

After finishing the task, he decided to go all out and thought of raising a resentful boy to make enough money. Unfortunately, he ended up losing the rice while trying to steal the chicken. He was bewitched by the resentful boy and not only did he not make a penny, but was also cheated and turned into a walking corpse.

The details are almost the same as what the storyteller told.

Zhou Xuan recalled the verdict the storyteller had used to summarize the story of “The Living Doll”.

"Golden buildings cause trouble, strange gates cause evil.

The deep resentment enters the mother's palace, and ghosts and monsters appear in dreams.

The soul is nowhere to be found, and the person is walking like a corpse.
The kid is sitting in the theater, making noises, how could he know that there is a strong man in the deep courtyard. "

The gossip in Jinlou refers to the affair of Wu Yun falling in love with a prostitute. The evil magic naturally refers to the "resentful fetus". The last "there is a strong man in the deep courtyard" is most likely referring to his sister Zhou Lingyi.

This storyteller is obviously just a spectator. How can he reveal the cause, process and hidden mystery of the living doll incident? What level of skill does he have?
Zhou Xuan thought he had adapted to the dark and strange life in the Well Kingdom, but when he witnessed the actions of a skilled person with his own eyes, he lamented that his imagination was not enough.

Zheng Meizhu, who was filled with deep resentment, vented all her sorrow and suddenly opened her eyes. The whites of her eyes filled 90% of her eye sockets and a murderous aura gradually spread from her body.

The fierce aura was condensed by Zheng Meizhu's hatred. Although Wu Yun was dead, her hatred did not seem to have stopped.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. Zheng Meizhu, the person who hurt you was Wu Yun, and he is already dead. Take back your fierceness and be on your way."

Zhou Lingyi's words were mostly persuasive, but her tone was very firm and could be considered a warning.

Zheng Meizhu was about to turn into a fierce ghost, but with Zhou Lingyi by her side, she seemed particularly obedient. The murderous aura she was radiating came to an abrupt halt with the warning, and she did not dare to overstep the line in the slightest.

When the fierce aura from her was no longer there, her body fell backwards.

"Sister, has she finally set off?" Zhou Xuan didn't care whether Zheng Meizhu was on the road or not. He just took the opportunity to talk about it and then led the topic to the "storyteller".

He really wanted to know the origin of the storyteller on the record player.

"The work is not done yet." Zhou Lingyi did not give Zhou Xuan a chance to continue the topic. She pointed at the basin and said coldly, "Brother, squeeze some more blood from the beheaded chicken into the basin."

Zhou Xuan did as he was told, and was particularly diligent. It was obvious that his sister was an expert, so he helped her and tried to curry favor with her...even though the relationship between the two siblings was a little cold.

But relationships can be cultivated. They are siblings and close relatives, so there is no grudge that cannot be overcome.
Zhou Xuan picked up the chicken and squeezed it hard. The blood flowed out from the broken neck of the chicken, dyeing the water in the basin like a cup of fresh pomegranate juice.

Zhou Lingyi was not satisfied. She smoked a cigar and didn't let Zhou Xuan stop.

"not enough?"

Zhou Xuan squeezed the chicken even more attentively, first kneading it like milking a cow, then pinching the chicken's neck with his left hand and grabbing the chicken's thigh with his right hand, stretching both hands to their limits, twisting it like a towel, trying to squeeze every drop of blood out of the chicken.

Zhou Xuan was sweating profusely and said, "Sister, I really can't squeeze it out!"

"Yeah." Although Zhou Lingyi was still not satisfied with the concentration of the blood, she did not continue to make things difficult for Zhou Xuan.

She put down the cigarette, rolled up her sleeves, pointed her left hand like a sword, dipped it in blood, and began to write and draw on her right forearm.

To Zhou Xuan, the contents of the writing and painting were extremely mysterious, filled with incomprehensible patterns and fonts.

Every time Zhou Lingyi wrote a stroke, Zhou Xuan, who was half a meter away from her sister, had auditory hallucinations of "bowl sounds, gong sounds, and drum sounds" in his ears. If he listened carefully, he could even hear a roaring human voice.

The interweaving of various sounds shook his internal organs as if they were turned upside down and made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

That feeling is probably like having severe motion sickness and then turning around dozens of times in the same place with your nose pinched.

Zhou Xuan was now in a state of confusion, with things spinning rapidly in his eyes. For a few moments, he seemed to see his own breasts.

When he was about to collapse, Zhou Lingyi, who was carefully drawing his arms, finally spoke.

"Brother, you will eventually have to take over the family business. Since the Zhou family is engaged in the business of ghost plays, it is inevitable that we will encounter some cases of resurrected corpses and evil spirits taking over other people's bodies.

You have a good temper and are calm in dealing with things. Sooner or later you will be able to stand on your own.

It just so happens that, taking advantage of this play between Wu Yun and Zheng Meizhu, I will teach you the first lesson——

——If you encounter mountain spirits, monsters, fox spirits or wild ghosts, do not let your emotions get involved. Excessive emotions will only affect your judgment.

When we do things, we only pursue one principle, which is to follow the laws of nature and make things go smoothly naturally. "Zhou Lingyi's words were neither fast nor slow, and her tone was calm. They sounded like a spring breeze to his ears, and Zhou Xuan didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.

"Sister, I have a hard heart." Zhou Xuan echoed.

"Well, you have always been hard-hearted." Zhou Lingyi glanced at Zhou Xuan.

There was no hint of praise in it, it seemed to be telling about the grudge between the siblings.

"What happened between my sister and me? Was the original owner so agitated? How dare he mess with such a cruel sister?"

Zhou Xuan began to murmur in his heart.

Soon, Zhou Lingyi finished writing and painting on her arm, and her entire forearm was covered with dense runes drawn in blood.

She took a quick look and confirmed that there were no flaws in the rune, then walked towards Zheng Meizhu.

After taking only two steps, Zheng Meizhu reacted.

To be precise, both Zheng Meizhu and her son reacted.

The belly of the corpse was trembling slightly. It was the ghost baby in the mother's womb. It felt Zhou Lingyi's murderous intention and naturally felt fear.

Zheng Meizhu's eyes were filled with tears. Even if there was a ghost baby in her belly, it was her baby and she didn't want it to meet with a murderous attack.

"Since you have become a ghost baby, you should no longer stay in the human world. You have nowhere to go after reincarnation."

Zhou Lingyi stood in front of the corpse, and reached towards Zheng Meizhu's belly with his right hand covered with runes.

The palm sank quickly, and when it pressed against the belly, the speed did not slow down at all. The runes flashed with an enchanting luster, and then the palm actually reached straight into Zheng Meizhu's belly.

The belly is intact, and Zhou Lingyi's hands seem to reach from reality into another dimension.

It's easier than pushing a bamboo pole into the water.

A resentful and shrill baby cry suddenly echoed throughout the house.

As Zhou Lingyi secretly exerted her strength, the baby's voice became smaller and smaller until it disappeared...

"This job is done."

Zhou Lingyi pulled out her right hand, and with her jade-like fingers she pinched a small blood-red heart the size of her finger.

Use a little more force.

boom,
Hearts are broken, blood is splattered, the scene is breathtaking and fascinating.

After the ghost baby was killed, Zhou Lingyi opened the door and sunlight came into the room. Xu Li, who was waiting outside the door, saw the scene inside the room, found two old quilts, and wrapped Wu Yun and Zheng Meizhu up.

The quilt cover is embroidered with white plum blossoms with fine stitching.

Zhou Xuan was overwhelmed with emotions when he saw this scene. The old quilt became the final resting place for these two people. The smell that had gone through their lives was the musty smell of old cotton.

"Sister-in-law, go get our fourth brother. He will take care of the funeral arrangements for these two guests. He's the best at it."

Wu Yun entered the Zhou family troupe alive, but now he has become a corpse with an empty stomach. This kind of thing needs an explanation.

Give an explanation to Wu Yun's family, give an explanation to Zheng Meizhu's family, and give an explanation to the police station.

How to explain?

It all depends on Fourth Senior Brother's ability to please everyone and make arrangements everywhere.

Zhou Lingyi opened her umbrella again and walked into the yard. Zhou Xuan followed her: "Sister..."

"Anything else?"

"You said that the evil things in this room, besides that ghost baby, is there something else?"

Zhou Xuan wanted to ask about the "storyteller".

"Have it?"

Zhou Lingyi looked around the hall solemnly for a while, but couldn't see anything, so he picked up the copper bell and shook it.

While shaking, she tried to listen to the echo of the bell. If there was any movement in the house, the bell would guide her.

but,

She didn't hear anything unusual in the ringing sound.

"Brother, you seem to be paranoid. Go back and rest. There is no other movement."

Zhou Lingyi walked into the yard.

"Ah? Sister can't find the trace of the storyteller?"

Zhou Xuan muttered silently, feeling very surprised.

But whether or not you can find it is not the point.
At least the storyteller meant no harm.

……

Zhou Lingyi doesn't like getting along with people, and her favorite things to deal with are flowers and plants.

She always felt that dealing with flowers and plants was really simple. Just water them on time, move them out to get some sun during the day, and take good care of them. Then they would grow lush and always satisfy her.

People are different.

Investing too much time and energy can easily lead to complacency.

If you spend less time and energy, you will inevitably become unfamiliar with it.

It is far less easy to care for than flowers and plants.

Back in the house, she took care of the lush green Clivia on the windowsill.

There are three pots in total, lined up in a row.

The soil in the two pots on the left and right is a little wet, and the roots are very hard. But the soil in the pot in the middle is almost dry, and the roots are soft.

She took the kettle and watered the middle pot carefully.

"Haha, the boss of the Zhou family has always been known for being lenient and kind to guests, but today, he actually pushed the guests into a dead end!"

A weird female voice came from the southeast corner of the room.

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