Day and night tour

Chapter 155 Fox Lady Paper Axe
"Ah? Old Lady Liu is dead? Impossible, absolutely impossible."

Old Yang shook his head like a rattle, unwilling to believe what Lu Mingkun said.

He remembered it clearly. He had just finished a shower and was still drunk. He was still feeling depressed about losing the game and wanted to do something "exciting".

He happened to run into Old Lady Liu at the bathhouse door as she was walking into the bathhouse. He immediately called Old Lady Liu to a corner and asked her to bring her "eye tattoo" into the bathhouse. At first, Old Lady Liu was reluctant, but Old Yang persuaded her by saying that he would waive ten days' rent.

The whole process was full of ups and downs, and the tattoo was handed to Old Lady Liu by Old Yang himself, so how could it be wrong?

"I've told you such an embarrassing thing, how could I lie to you about Old Lady Liu?" Old Yang was so angry that he almost swore.

Zhou Xuan held his chin and said seriously, "Perhaps, what you and Senior Brother Lu said are both correct. Old Lady Liu should have passed away yesterday. The Old Lady Liu who took over your tattoo today should not be a living person."

These words made Old Yang's hair stand on end. He quickly raised his hands and said with a pale face, "Brother Zhou, don't scare me."

"Old Yang, you said that you saw a group of ghost ladies through the tattoo. I guess the deceased old lady Liu didn't go to a bathhouse with the tattoo, but to some other strange place, such as a grave..."

After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, he took Old Yang and went to Old Lady Liu's house.

A mourning hall was set up at the door of Old Lady Liu's main room, and her son and daughter were handling the funeral.

Lao Yang and Zhou Xuan pretended to come to pay their respects and went to take a look inside the coffin in the main hall.

Upon taking a look, Zhou Xuan saw that the body of Old Lady Liu was lying in the coffin. She was wearing a hat, shroud, and a pair of black cloth shoes on her feet.

Looking closely, there was still a little soil in the coffin.

"Did you see the soil?" Zhou Xuan asked Lao Yang.

Old Yang was puzzled and said that Old Lady Liu's family was too careless and did not even clean the coffin properly.

"How do you understand that?" Zhou Xuan slapped Old Yang on the back of his head again and said, "Old Lady Liu's soul left her body, wandered around, and then came back, bringing back some soil."

Zhou Xuan picked up the soil and rubbed it hard in front of Lao Yang. He had clearly rubbed the soil open, but when he let go, there was nothing there.

This is the soil that the soul returns to.

Old Mrs. Liu is indeed dead, and her soul has left her body for a while, so where did the tattoo go?
There is nothing in the coffin... maybe... it is underneath the body of Old Lady Liu.

"Just watch out for me while I move Old Lady Liu..." After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to the side of the old lady's body and lifted it up a little.

Just as he guessed, there really was a tattoo of eyes under Old Lady Liu's butt.

Zhou Xuan took the tattoo back, then went out of the house with Lao Yang and met Liu Jinmin.

Liu Jinmin is the son of Old Lady Liu. He is a very enthusiastic person. He took out a red book and said to Zhou Xuan and Old Yang, "Two guests, you just gave me a white gift but didn't write your name on it. Please write it down. At least we will know who to return the gift to in the future."

Old Yang grabbed the pen and was about to write his name in the red notebook.

The pen was dipped in cinnabar. When the tip of the pen was about to touch the paper, Zhou Xuan suddenly snatched the pen and signed "Zhou Tai Fook" and "Yang Bailao" on the red notebook. The handwriting was dignified and generous. Zhou Xuan looked at it carefully for a while, felt very satisfied, and handed the notebook back to Liu Jinmin.

"Old Yang's handwriting is ugly, so I did it for him." Zhou Xuan smiled at Liu Jinmin, then took Old Yang away.

"Brother Zhou, why did you sign two pseudonyms?" Old Yang wondered.

"Old Yang, please save me some trouble in the future! Some names can't be signed randomly."

Zhou Xuan heard from Li Chengfeng that the evil god has four ways to control believers, and calling their names is the first way. The believers sign their names on paper, which is then burned to ashes, mixed with water to make mud, and smeared on the evil god.

"This is a funeral, funerals are solemn, why would you use a red book to record the names of the guests? The ink is made of cinnabar, which exudes a sense of evil, so don't pretend to be an honest person at this time, just sign two fake names, otherwise, you will die without knowing how you died."

Zhou Xuan spoke in plain language and told Lao Yang that he had finally gotten the idea.

Lao Yang hurriedly thanked him: "Oh, the more I hear this, the more it sounds like a trap. Thank you so much, Brother Zhou. I'll waive your rent for three months... four months!"

Zhou Xuan didn't hear what Lao Yang said. He turned his head and stared at Liu Jinmin. He handed the red book to everyone he met and asked them to sign their names...

……

Zhou Xuan returned to the store and asked Lu Mingkun: "Fifth Senior Brother, do you know how Old Lady Liu died?"

"I heard that something happened while she was working. She worked in a glass factory. Somehow, a large piece of molten glass fell on her head and burned her scalp immediately, leaving only a bald skull.
His family came to me for help, and I told them that my work was meticulous and I could make the corpse look almost unmistakable, so I charged them 150 yuan. They thought the price was too high, so they went to find the 'Old Knife Handle'.

"Lao Daobazi" also opened a Jingyi shop in Dongshi Street. He was drunk all day long and did his work roughly, but his business was decent because he charged low prices.

Zhou Xuan heard this and said, "No wonder Old Lady Liu was wearing a hat while lying in the coffin. I guess Old Daoba didn't do a good job on her scalp, and the Liu family thought it was ugly. Hey... Senior Brother Lu, you also did some cleaning work in the afternoon."

"Yes, the guest is a blacksmith!"

Of course Zhou Xuan knew that the corpse was a blacksmith when he was alive. He also knew that the blacksmith's furnace overturned and a red-hot iron bar pierced his throat, killing him!

"The blacksmith and Old Lady Liu died in a similar way."

Zhou Xuan asked Lu Mingkun again: "Is the blacksmith's body still in the store?"

"It's already been done, and the owner has taken it away."

"Brother Lu, let's go out and keep an eye on Old Lady Liu's son..."

Zhou Xuan suspected that the deaths of Old Lady Liu and the blacksmith were too strange. In addition, Liu Jinmin's red book looked very much like a "roll call ceremony". Zhou Xuan suspected that the deaths of these two people were related to a certain evil god.

Zhou Xuan has no right to decide whether the god is evil or not, but... where there is an evil god there is evil magic, and many people have been killed, so it is very likely that there will be "obsession".

If Zhou Xuan wants to learn new tattoo patterns, he needs to enter the Totem Hall.

To enter the Totem Hall, the first thing to do is to help Zhinian clear his grievances. The number of times he cleared his grievances can be exchanged for the opportunity to enter the Totem Hall.

"Let's go!"

Lu Mingkun put on his hat and went out with Zhou Xuan.

……

Liu Jinmin's mother had died less than two days earlier, but there wasn't much sadness on his face.

In addition to holding a red book and asking for signatures when he saw guests coming to pay their respects, he spent most of his time chatting with the female owner of the fruit shop opposite. They had a great time and even laughed out loud from time to time.

He chatted until ten o'clock in the evening, then he whispered a few words to his sister, holding the red notebook in his hand, and swaggered out of Dongshi Street.

Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun followed him not far away.

……

Around half past ten, Dongshi Street is bustling with all the major shops busy.

Peng Hu was wearing a long gown and walking in Dongshi Street.

Tonight, he must connect with hundreds of ghost songs.

Peng Hu lowered the brim of his hat, and while moving among the crowd, he used the ancient tattoo tribe's sound transmission method to call out to Bai Gui Yao.

"A hundred ghosts are singing, the Nuo God has appeared, and the opportunity for the ancient clan has arrived."

"The Nuo God is called Zhou Xuan. You should meet him as soon as possible. The Ancient Clan will come to take him away soon!"

“If he is taken back to the Yunluo Mountains, the Tattoo Clan and Yumen will ascend to heaven!”

He transmitted the message every few hundred meters he walked.

Walking from the east end to the west end of Dongshi Street, Peng Hu sent a message six or seven times, but there was no response at all.

It was exactly the same as the last time we connected to Hundred Demons Song.

Peng Hu was not discouraged. He walked along the street again and continued to transmit the message.

Still no response from Bai Gui Yao.

He had no choice but to go back to Penglai Hotel.

In the hotel room, he painted a copper coin pattern on his face with cow's blood and connected himself with the copper coin priest.

"Bai Gui Yao didn't respond!"

Peng Hu had a rift with the copper coin priest. Ever since Peng Long died at the hands of Zhou Xuan and the priest stopped him from taking revenge, the rift between the two had become increasingly severe.

At this time, Peng Hu did not even respectfully call the other party a priest.

"Please, Master Mingshi!"

The copper coin priest sighed and asked Peng Hu to adopt the last option.

Peng Hu answered hastily, wiped off the cow's blood, took out an ordinary stone from his bag, and left the hotel.

To summon the Lord of the Underworld Stone, you need to do it in a place with abundant moonlight and sunlight.

He sat by an abandoned well at the west end of East Market Street. There were few people around and the moonlight was abundant, making it a good place to invite Master Mingshi.

Peng Hu sat on the ground, holding a stone in his hands. As he breathed in and out, the surroundings illuminated by the moonlight gradually became darker and darker, and all the light was absorbed by the stone.

As more and more moonlight was absorbed, the originally waxy yellow stone shell emitted a faint glow, while Peng Hu was completely hidden in the darkness.

"Buzz, hum!"

After the stone absorbed moonlight beyond a certain limit, it suddenly jumped. The amplitude was not strong, similar to the beating of a heart.

"The time has come."

Peng Hu began to recite the witchcraft spell silently. As soon as he started to recite the spell, blood started to flow from his eyes, ears, nostrils and other orifices.

As soon as the blood dripped, it flew towards the stone and hit the glowing stone shell, making a sharp whistling sound.

The whistling sound is similar to the sound of iron rubbing against each other, but it is several times louder and sharper.

When the howling sound swept across Dongshi Street, one could vaguely hear it calling out the name "Bai Gui Yao".

“A hundred ghost songs!” “A hundred ghost songs!”…

At this moment, a copper coin tattoo appeared on Peng Hu's face, and the copper coin priest took the initiative to connect with him.

"No response, still no response."

Peng Hu had already used his blood to activate Master Mingshi and shouted "Hundred Ghosts Song" more than ten times, but just like the previous voice transmission, he still did not get a response from Hundred Ghosts Song.

Peng Hu has begun to doubt whether there is any such thing as the Hundred Ghosts Ballad mentioned by the ancient tribe in Dongshi Street!
"The Hundred Ghosts Ballad is right in East Market Street, and the High Priest of the Hundred Eyes has seen it." The Copper Coin Priest said with absolute certainty.

He then sighed and said, "But this East Market Street is very strange. Even the High Priest of the Hundred Eyes can only see the entire East Market Street, but cannot accurately locate the Hundred Ghosts."

"Use Master Mingshi. As long as you keep urging him, Baiguiyao will definitely find it."

Peng Hu had no choice but to continue urging.

The howling continued.

……

“Here…comes! Here…comes!”

Mu Hua had never felt so uncomfortable before. It felt as if thousands of hands were scratching his body.

"Hua, are they still looking for you?"

"It hurts...it hurts!"

Mu Hua's eyes were red from the pain and he struggled to get up from the bed. He couldn't hold on any longer and stumbled towards the coffin inside the house.

Cui Jie always told others that this coffin was prepared for herself, but in fact, this coffin belonged to Mu Hua.

Mu Hua put his middle finger into his mouth, bit it hard, and used the blood to draw a door on the coffin.

"A Hundred Demons Song!"

The whistling sounded again.

The strange howling sound could not be heard by anyone else in East Market Street except Mu Hua. It sounded like the cry of a murderous ghost, urging him to move faster.

Not long after, the outline of a bloody gate was painted on the coffin by Mu Hua.

"Hua, stop drawing. They are looking for you with bad intentions..." "It hurts..."

Mu Hua was in excruciating pain, but he didn't know how to describe how he felt. He could only keep shouting "it hurts" over and over again!
He couldn't bear the pain and could only draw on the door. He used his finger blood to draw an eye on the left and right sides of the door. Then a sigh came from the coffin.

Then, dozens of iron chains as thick as fingers grew out of the empty wooden coffin and whipped Mu Hua's back.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Each time the whipping did not feel like it was hitting flesh, but rather like it was hitting a wooden stake. However, the sound was dull and the scene was shocking.

With one whip,
A cloud of blood mist came out of Mu Hua's body.
The blood mist blinded Sister Cui's eyes.

Sister Cui felt extremely uncomfortable. Every whip seemed to hit her heart. She could not bear it any longer and ran to the back of the house.

The back door of the house opened, but Cui Jie did not come out. Instead, a huge four-tailed fox appeared.

The fox has a beautiful posture. When it runs, its four tails are like a big furry umbrella, and combined with its agile posture, it looks like a fox fairy.

The four-tailed fox ran along the back path and came to a shop. It suddenly stopped, stretched out its front paws, and knocked on the door anxiously.

Soon, the door opened a narrow crack and an old hand holding a paper axe stretched out from the crack.

The four-tailed fox bowed with its front paws, as if to thank the people in the house for their help. It bowed three times in a row before it opened its mouth to hold the paper axe and continued to run towards the east end of Dongshi Street.

The main road of Dongshi Street is very busy, but the small road where the back door is located is not crowded.

Occasionally, a few people would go out the back door and fall asleep for no reason the moment they saw the fox.

The four-tailed fox ran to the easternmost corner without any hindrance.

Dongshi Street is like a huge coffin.

In each corner of the coffin, there is a locust tree, like a coffin nail.

The four-tailed fox appeared in front of the locust tree in the east corner. She suddenly straightened her upper body, grasped the paper axe with her two front paws, and chopped at the locust tree!

The texture of the locust tree is as hard as iron. Even if an adult swings an iron axe and chops it, it can only leave a shallow white mark on the tree.

But now the paper axe in the four-tailed fox's hand seemed to be sharper than the iron axe. With one axe strike, the axe was deeply embedded in the tree trunk.

"Oh!"

The paper axe chopped the tree apart, and blood gushed out from the trunk.

The four-tailed fox pulled the paper axe out of the tree with all its strength and swung it into the tree again...

……

Peng Hu was concentrating on urging Master Mingshi to roar when he felt a pain in his thigh.

He looked down and saw a sapling growing out of his thick thigh.

"Where are the seedlings?" He reached out to pull the seedling out of his thigh, but he felt a pain in his buttocks, followed by pain in his abdomen.

He immediately realized that another sapling had grown into his body.

Peng Hu hurriedly stood up, but found that he could not stand up at all. The saplings that grew wildly in his body sprouted branches. Countless branches were like countless hooks, and together with the powerful roots, they hooked him firmly to the ground.

"Priest, save me!"

Peng Hu did not care about the gap between him and the copper coin priest and shouted for help, but he soon could not utter the next sentence.

A branch as thick as a wrist was poked out of his mouth.

……

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The four-tailed fox gathered all his strength, swung the paper axe, and chopped down the locust tree three times in a row!
A large amount of blood flowed out from the cut on the locust tree.

……

The tree in Peng Hu's body grew more wildly than weeds. In just a few seconds, it grew to three meters tall.

One branch after another came out from Peng Hu's body.

Peng Hu first looked like a hedgehog, with branches sticking out of his flesh all over his body. Then his body was blown up alive by the ever-thickening tree trunk, and countless pieces of flesh were scattered on the tree and the ground.

The Dark Stone Master that was used to connect the Hundred Demons Ballad fell to the ground and lost its luster.

Afterwards, this wildly growing tree became shorter and smaller... until it disappeared into the soil and was no longer seen.

Under the locust tree at the east end of Dongshi Street, the four-tailed fox kowtowed and knelt before the old locust tree!
Worship very devoutly.

……

Yunluo Mountains, sacrificial site,
The copper coin priest was furious, he could never have imagined that Peng Hu, whom he sent out to connect with the "Hundred Ghosts Ballad", would actually die at the hands of a tree!
He was blown up by a tree and died so quickly that he didn't even have time to take off his copper coin tattoo to rescue himself!

"Peng Long and Peng Hu, you two are trash! Trash!"

The copper coin priest was so angry that he shook all the copper coins on his body until they jingled.

The two brothers, one went to keep an eye on the Nuo God, and the other went to connect with the Hundred Ghosts Ballad, not only did they fail to do their job well, they both died inexplicably!

"Waste! Waste..."

The copper coin priest's cursing stopped abruptly, and he suddenly remembered something very important - Peng Hu was dead, but Master Mingshi was still next to the well on Dongshi Street.

Master Mingshi must not fall into the hands of outsiders.

Thinking of this,

The copper coin priest quickly contacted the four brothers of the Shi family who had arrived at Mingjiang Mansion: "Find Master Mingshi back! Find him now!"

……

Next to the abandoned well on Dongshi Street, body parts and minced meat were scattered all over the ground, and the scene was horrific.

A figure slowly walked to the well, bent down and picked up the stone.

"What the hell is this? I've traveled all over the country and never seen anything like it."

Yun Ziliang stared at the stone in his hand, then bent down and picked up a piece of Peng Hu's skin, on which there was a tattoo of a gecko.

When he had a clear look at the tattoo, he threw away the broken pieces of skin and took the stone in his hands, rubbing it like a large olive.

"This stone is quite interesting. Let Xiao Zhou take a look at it later."

He walked into the store while humming a tune.

It is said that Yun Ziliang was once a great dragon hunter and was extremely sensitive to changes in Feng Shui.

Not long ago, he was sleeping in the painting when he suddenly felt that the feng shui of Dongshi Street had undergone major changes.

He walked out of the painting, sensed it, and realized that there were two changes, one at the easternmost end and one at the westernmost end.

For Lao Yun, who loves to watch the fun, he faces a happy choice: to go to the east or to the west.

In the end, he chose the west end, as Zhoujia Jingyi Shop was closer to it.

When he walked to the west end with small steps, he saw a shining object. Just as he was about to go over to take a look, a tree grew wildly for no reason and burst Peng Hu alive.

"It's really exciting. It's worth the trip."

Yun Ziliang was extremely satisfied with the quality of today's event.

As for the bustle in the east, I can no longer sense the change in Feng Shui at this moment. I think it has ended and it would be a waste of time to go there.

"I watched a crazy show and got an interesting thing." Yun Ziliang locked the stone in the cabinet and continued to sleep in the painting.

……

Sister Cui was covered in blood. She helped the exhausted Mu Hua up and checked his back.

"so far so good."

Sister Cui took a towel, wiped the blood on the coffin, and carried Muhua to the bed.

"Tao...Tao...hui..."

Mu Hua said weakly and stiffly.

Cui Jie didn't take it seriously and said, "You said the Taoist priest who was looking for me would come. Don't worry, he will never come! The Taoist priest won't come, and the people of the ancient clan won't come either. The two of us will be together for the rest of our lives!"

……

Liu Jinmin left Dongshi Street and walked westward, crossed Jiaofang Road, and went up Shitan Street. He stopped in front of a small house.

“It’s a bit far.”

Zhou Xuan, who was standing under the street light and watching Liu Jinmin, said to Lu Mingkun.

"His mother has only been dead for a few days, and he's already wandering around. Something must be wrong with this guy."

Lu Mingkun also said so.

"I'll go take a look." Zhou Xuan tightened his collar and walked over alone.

Zhou Xuan has a very strong sense of perception, and is very skilled at detecting secrets and following people.

He walked to the window of the cabin and penetrated his perception into the house.

inside the house,
Liu Jinmin was lying on a small bed, holding up his pipe and lighting the lamp, his whole body still trembling as if he was addicted.

"So he's an old chain smoker! In the middle of the night, he didn't stay by his mother's body, but came here to have a smoke."

Zhou Xuan cursed inwardly,
He followed Liu Jinmin out in the middle of the night and found that he was smoking opium. He suddenly felt that he was wasting his time.

"Hey, there are pipes and pipes, but why are there no tobacco or paste?"

There are so many tools, but no tobacco or paste, what can you smoke? You can't smoke a cigarette, right?
Zhou Xuan scanned the table and had a question in his mind.
I see,

Liu Jinmin moved a small jar from under the bed.

The jar is blue-gray in color, with a round belly and a short shape. It is an urn for ashes. Cremation is not popular in Jing Country. Only people who die of illness will be cremated.

Opening the lid of the urn, Liu Jinmin took a long wooden spoon, scooped out some white ashes, and scooped them into a small copper pot. Then he sealed the urn and put it back under the bed. He took out a bag of herbs and sprinkled some into the bone powder.

Just during the time it took to prepare these things, purple spots appeared on Liu Jinmin's face.

"Corpse spots!?"

Zhou Xuan finally understood that this Liu Jinmin was either already dead, or... was a person who should have died but used evil methods to prolong his life!

Liu Jinmin lay comfortably on the bed, poured some of the mixture of ashes and herbs into the pipe, lit it, and started smoking.

As he twitched, he exhaled puffs of light yellow smoke. From Zhou Xuan's perception, there seemed to be a faint vitality, which was roasted out from the ashes as the flame of his pipe flickered, and was inhaled into Liu Jinmin's body.

As the vitality is inhaled,

The corpse spots on Liu Jinmin's face were fading little by little.

"Oh, I've been smoking ashes for three years, and this one is the best. My own son's ashes are better."

Zhou Xuan: “…”

As expected, he guessed it right. Liu Jinmin should have died long ago, and he was relying on such an unorthodox method of extracting ashes to prolong his life.

But it’s fine if you smoke the ashes, but what about your son’s?
Can people be so beastly?
"Son, don't blame your father for cursing you. You are a sick ghost and you won't live long. It's better for you to become a believer in the God of Life. The God of Life will protect your father from dying. Every Qingming Festival, someone will burn paper money for you."

"The names of the blacksmith and your grandmother are the ones I gave to the God of Life... They are dead now, so I should be able to get a good reward and live another two or three years. My son, you will have money to spend in the next two or three years, so thank your father."

(End of this chapter)