Day and night tour

Chapter 37: The Dream of Jingguo
"It's really the Blood Well?"

After Yuan Buyu confirmed it again and again, his expression became extremely complicated - surprise, joy, confusion, fear, changing layer by layer on his face that was wrinkled like dogtail grass.

"What's wrong, Old Man Yuan?"

"Hiss~ How come you are such a precursor to lighting incense?"

Yuan Buyu was worried, fearing that his old eyesight was blurry, so he looked carefully for a while and then sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed, like the stone sculpture of "The Thinker", with his right hand supporting his cheek and his left hand hanging down on his knee.

Zhou Xuan was too embarrassed to urge him, so he just sat next to him and closed his eyes to continue resting his eyes.

As a result, as soon as I closed my eyes, my ears started to hurt again.

Sha~sha~sha,
White noise is coming.
Since yesterday, Zhou Xuan not only saw things that he shouldn't see, but also heard words that he shouldn't hear.

For example, after Tongdouzi urinated on the Buddha's back, he heard the evil chanting of scriptures and the sounds of morning bells and evening drums.

Now, after the white noise opened the sound field, he heard sounds that he shouldn't have heard.

"Speaking of which, this person is in the martial arts world and has no choice. Although he has great abilities, are there any disciples around him who are sincere? No matter how skilled he is, how much can a human being made of flesh and blood protect him from hidden arrows?"

This voice, with its soft voice like clouds and moon and its well-paced intonation, is an authentic storytelling style.

Zhou Xuan had never heard of the content of the book, and didn't know which volume or section it was from, but he was familiar with this voice.

——In Luoying Hall, the storyteller who tells the story of "Living Doll" through the record player.

At that time in the hall, Zhou Xuan felt that the storyteller on the record player must be a master.

In the days that followed, he met Yuan Buyu. Even though he had listened to Yuan Buyu's mysterious ancient stories in the morning and knew that the other party was a storyteller with great abilities, he still did not associate Yuan Buyu with the image of that storyteller.

This is caused by Zhou Xuan's fixed mindset.

The storyteller's "Living Doll" came from the record player, so he mistakenly believed that the master should not be a living person. That's why he asked Zhou Lingyi for help and used the Wu family's cowbell to find the master.

Now Zhou Xuan has a new understanding of the strange power. He knows that the gods and evil people in Pingshui Mansion have abilities that are even better than sneaky ones. It is easy for them to make sounds from a record player, but their thinking is already fixed and it is not so easy to pry it open.

Now that his ears were able to hear the voice of the storyteller again, he was sitting next to Yuan Buyu again.

The connection between the two is no longer difficult to guess.

Now, the images of Old Yuan and the storyteller completely overlapped in his mind.

"Old Yuan, so you are the storyteller!"

Zhou Xuan opened his eyes and glared at Yuan Buyu.

Yuan Buyu had already come out of the "Thinker" state at this time, with a sly smile on his old face, looking like a frivolous old man.

"This psychic has seen the Blood Well. His perception is really strong. He can detect my identity just by sitting next to me."

"You admitted it?"

"Your sister knows my identity. There is nothing to hide..." Yuan Buyu waved his hand, and the mood was calm.

"boom!"

"Oh my god..."

Yuan Buyu's calm and composed manner was gone, he held his forehead and cried out in pain, he was hit hard on the head by Zhou Xuan.

"Old Yuan, you scared me in Luoying Hall. You acted like a wandering ghost instead of a real master, telling stories on the record player? You thought of that. I was just stubborn at that time. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been scared to death by you before being killed by the ghost baby!"

"I just wanted to play a trick on you at that time. I would save you when you were about to die, so that you could experience the ups and downs of life. I didn't expect you to be so smart. You fell asleep on the ground, and the ghost baby couldn't do anything to you."

"Stop talking nonsense! First tell me what's going on with the blood well in my eye."

Zhou Xuan was not afraid. When he found out that Yuan Buyu was a great storyteller, he did not cower in fear or bow down to him. He humbly begged the master to teach him the key skills.

This suits Yuan Buyu's temper. "The story of the blood well is a long one. The reason why the Jing Kingdom is called the Jing Kingdom is related to a blood well."

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he came to his senses.

He always thought that Jingguo's name was strange.

It’s not domineering at all, but it does have a strong family feel - now I know that there is a story behind this name.

"Where is the Blood Well in Jing Country?"

"In the dreams of the gods and the people of Jingguo."

Yuan Buyu looked up at the ceiling and started counting on his fingers.

"I counted and found that the year when Jingguo was renamed was 64 years ago. I was not yet born at that time. I still remember my master saying that the winter was particularly cold that year. There were icicles standing under the eaves that almost reached the ground..."

"Old Yuan... I'm not telling a story. Change your occupational illness and get to the point."

"You are such an impatient boy. My emotions that were just brewing were interrupted. I feel really bad."

Yuan Buyu was angry and aggrieved like a child, but he didn't insist. To make it short,
"Sixty-four years ago on the night of Laba, all the gods and men in the Well Kingdom had a dream. They dreamed of a well gushing with blood.

Although everyone dreams of a well, the dreams are different. Some people dream that their beloved but deceased relatives and friends appear in the well and jump into the well; some dream that the well water overflows and drowns them; some dream that they hear a murmur in the well, as if telling some human secret.

In this national dream, there were many ghosts and gods. After waking up from the dream, they hurriedly looked for their relatives, arranged their funeral arrangements, and then continued to dream. They never woke up from this dream again.

How many people haven't woken up yet?
The exact number is unclear, but my master roughly estimated that it is about one in a hundred."

One out of every hundred people did not wake up. The proportion may seem small, but the base number is large after all, and the number of gods, humans and ghosts who died in their dreams is extremely large.

Yuan Buyu opened the drawer, took out the white copper hookah, filled it with tobacco, filled it with water, lit it, and handed it to Zhou Xuan: "Authentic Qingcheng hookah, want a puff?"

"I'll just have a cigarette."

In his previous life, Zhou Xuan went to the park with his second uncle, who was smoking a hookah in a corner. He took a puff out of curiosity and almost choked to death because the smoke was so strong.

"I don't usually smoke... I take a couple of puffs when I'm upset."

Yuan Buyu held the copper cigarette holder tightly and took a deep puff, and the water in the bottle gurgled.

Zhou Xuan could see that Yuan Buyu's hands were shaking.

One out of a hundred is chosen to die, it's like the King of Hell calling the roll. The horror and danger involved can only be felt personally by the elderly who were close to the year when Jingguo was renamed.

"After the well in the dream appeared, the incense masters of all the major halls gathered in the capital and worked together to deduce the origin of the well.

But that well, like a flash of lightning in the sky, disappeared without a trace. Later, people from all over the country were mobilized to look for it. They searched all the mountains and ridges, but they couldn't find an identical well. Instead, they found the seven boys and girls who had seen the blood well in the omen before lighting incense. "

“I no longer know the details of what happened afterwards. I only know that the country was named after the well, and the seven boys and girls were sent to the capital to be carefully trained by the great god and the great yin.

There are two purposes for the training. First, those young boys and girls are all gifted with extraordinary perception. After lighting incense at the entrance of the hall, the incense is extremely popular. Their cultivation improves by leaps and bounds, and their growth speed is unprecedented even by the knowledgeable great gods and yin masters.

The second purpose is the selfishness of the top leaders of the Well Nation. They want to wait until the boys and girls of the Blood Well grow up and have extraordinary perception, so as to decipher the mystery contained in the Blood Well. "

"Has the goal been achieved?" Zhou Xuan asked.

“No, within five years of lighting the incense, all seven boys and girls went crazy.

In the capital, there is a great master in the Xuanmen Hall. He is a madman and a paranoid. He thinks it doesn't matter if the boy and girl are crazy. Maybe he can find clues to the mystery of the blood well from their bodies.

So he chained one of the girls up, locked her in a cell he had set up, cut open her abdomen, took out her internal organs, dug out her intestines, and took out her brain..."

Gan!
Human experiments?

Zhou Xuan only felt a dull pain in his waist...

(End of this chapter)