Holy Bone

Chapter 1763 The Unwelcome Bad Boy

Rainy day, haunted house, missing bad boy...

What is the purpose of this sturdy man cutting off the face of Tai Sui?

Exorcise evil spirits and cure diseases for people in haunted rooms?

Or is it that the bad child is locked up in the haunted room?

A faceless old Taoist priest and a headless young Taoist priest, the two of them sit together at an octagonal table. Not to mention, the scene is quite harmonious and not abrupt at all.

On the contrary, the sturdy man looked so out of place beside the eight-immortals table, as if he was the outsider who broke into the haunted house.

It's strange to say, the sturdy man kept burning paper money, the brazier was burning red, and he burned one stack of paper money after another, and he didn't stop for a long time.

"Do immortals also need these vulgar paper money in the afterlife? The key is that so much of it was burned."

"How did the others get through this?"

"Did anyone try to snatch the immortal corpse, the corpse Tai Sui that was about to take shape?"

"If there was a robbery, why did they fail? If there was no robbery, how did they get through this level? Could it be that... this level is actually not complicated, and they can just walk out of the backyard without having to fight with the evil spirits in the dark?"

When the three incense sticks in the bowl of half-cooked rice in front of the immortal corpse were half burned down, there was finally new movement.

Outside the house in the dark and silent night, there was a sudden knock on the door, and then the door opened by itself. An old man in a straw raincoat, carrying an unknown object illuminated by a black cloth on his back, walked into the house as if he was returning to his own home.

When the old man took off his hat, he revealed a wrinkled old face that was somewhat similar to that of a sturdy man. Each wrinkle was very deep, as if carved by a knife, and looked weathered.

It seems that this old man and the sturdy man are father and son.

"Strange, why didn't the soul mark mention that there was an old man, but only mentioned to kill the man first..." Headless Jin'an thought to himself.

As soon as the old man in the straw raincoat entered the house, he noticed that there was one more person in the house today. When he saw that the extra person was a headless Taoist priest, the old man took half a step back, apparently frightened by the headless image.

After all, there is already a faceless Taoist priest corpse with the face of Corpse Tai Sui in the house.

Now there is suddenly a headless Taoist corpse in the house, so being scared is a normal reaction.

Because he was headless, his facial expressions were missing, so even if he looked towards the door, outsiders would not notice that he was looking. In the eyes of outsiders, he was sitting in front of the Eight Immortals Table, motionless, like a dead person. After the initial shock, he quickly calmed down and walked to the Eight Immortals Table with the things on his back.

The things the old man was carrying on his back looked very heavy. He started panting after walking a few steps. Then, he put the things on his back on the bench with a heavy muffled sound.

"Hmm? Such a strong stench of corpse!"

"This is... the stench that only comes from a corpse that has been dead for more than half a month!"

Headless Jinan looked at the thing covered with black cloth on the bench opposite with slight surprise. Under the black cloth was a dead person. Judging from the height, it was the body of a child who had been dead for at least seven days.

When the old man lifted the black cloth, he saw the body of a child, which was black all over and highly decayed, just as he had guessed.

Due to the advanced state of decomposition, many rotten parts of the corpse were tied up with red string to prevent the limp rotten flesh from falling and causing the body to be mutilated.

Looking at the child's body, which was rotten and cracked like a broken porcelain doll, and barely tied with a red string, Wutou Jinan finally understood why Yuanshen Mark called this a bad child. This is not a bad child, this is clearly a cracked child! Which Shinto strongman is this, who is so unreliable that Yuanshen Mark can even write the wrong words!

Headless Jinan complained in his heart.

Grab the immortal corpse first!

Kill the bad kids first!

Both characters with the Yuanshen mark appeared.

The last one is to kill the man first!

If we count the old man, there are two men in front of us now. If we don't count the old man, there is only one sturdy man left... Does killing the man first mean he should kill two people? Or just one person?

"Sure enough, none of these soul marks are well-intentioned. Each one is a trap, deliberately trying to trick you into going the wrong way." Headless Jin'an couldn't help but complain in his heart again.

However, the clues are already clear. The sturdy man who stole the corpse wants to cut off the face of the corpse Tai Sui tonight. He wants to use the flesh and bones of the corpse Tai Sui to bring the dead back to life and save the boy.

Let's not talk about whether the corpse, which is so severely decomposed that even the complete body cannot be preserved, can be brought back to life by the Corpse Tai Sui. Just say that you, a mere mortal, want to touch the Tai Sui's foot. This family is tantamount to seeking death.

Even though these two people have some skills, they can carry the corpse and know the efficacy of the Corpse Tai Sui medicine, but their abilities are limited, and they cannot reach the level of having their soul leave their body and see the soul mark.

Only at the second level of Shinto can one achieve the ability for the soul to leave the body and wander at night.

If one cannot even swim at night, then he is a Qi Refiner at the first level. Most rural Yin-Yang masters and witches are at this level.

"It seems that this family knows a little about Yin-Yang Taoism, but their skills are not very high, otherwise they would not have such a hard-working and poor life..."

"It should be that our ancestors had some kind of Yin-Yang master, but by the time it was passed down to this generation, the luck had basically been exhausted and the inheritance had been cut off..."

Based on the limited clues, Wutou Jinan concluded this in his mind.

After the old man put the boy down, he walked to the sturdy man, and the two of them squatted beside the brazier and burned paper money, constantly throwing paper money and paper ingots for the dead into the brazier.

While burning paper money, the old man kept making silent eye contact with the sturdy man, and secretly glanced at the headless Jin'an several times, as if asking the sturdy man what was going on with this headless Taoist priest and where he found the headless dead man.

The sturdy man looked at Headless Jin'an nervously. He didn't dare to criticize Headless Jin'an to his face, nor did he dare to leave and talk. He could only continue to burn paper money in the brazier nervously and fearfully, with a complicated and tangled expression on his face. Occasionally, he exchanged glances with the old man, all of which were meant as reminders.

Since the old man treated him as a dead man, Wutou Jin'an simply treated him as a dead man as well and sat there without moving. In fact, he was secretly observing the changes in the situation.

He kept wondering in his heart what was going on with this crippled boy in front of him, how did he die, and where did the old man carry the body from? The body was so highly decomposed that it must have been dead for at least ten days or half a month. Was he just carried out of the burial coffin?

A faceless Taoist priest, a headless Taoist priest, and a highly decayed cracked boy. None of the three people at the Eight Immortals Table are easy to deal with, and the atmosphere is becoming more and more weird.

Thinking of Lietong, Wudu Jinan looked at the immortal corpse with the face of Shi Taisui again. However, he saw that the three incense sticks inserted in the half-cooked rice in front of the immortal corpse were burned into two short and one long.

Not only did he notice it, but even the old man and the sturdy man who had been burning paper money with their heads down, looked up and noticed the three incense sticks, two short and one long. Their faces changed drastically, with panic, fear and terror...