Chapter 341: Yinshan Village

Bai Liu looks up at the last mural on the ceiling.

This last mural is a long painting, blood-red in color and blurred, and seems to tie together things that have appeared in previous paintings.

The bride in the coffin jumped out and rode on the shoulders of some dark-faced people, Xi Pa shifted to some place, some ghosts with distorted faces crawled on the ground beside the bride, Bai Liu looked back, there were some bamboo shelves raised by ghosts, and on the bamboo shelves, there were a lot of wine jars like this stacked at Bai Liu's feet.

Wine jars seem to have been opened, and there are white arms picking around several of them.

Some of the drawings in the middle are blurred, it is difficult to see what is drawn, only to see the inscription next to the painting reads [...... gengzi year nonce month dec ugly day, all things are not suitable, the night wandering god with the crowd of the night patrol, kill the people who enter the village ......]

A small line next to it reads [Specifics are contained in the village calendar.]

Finally is the zombie Taoist, it left hand holding a peach wood sword pointing to the sky, the right elbow resting on the floating dust, half of the face is a compassionate Taoist, compassion for all beings, half is a zombie Li Shi, green fangs.

It sits on top of the altar, and underneath it are countless twisted souls and ghosts, which twist and hiss in the black smoke underneath the altar and emerge with swollen and drowned remains, arching the altar toward the entrance of the village.

And at the entrance of the village there stood a countless number of people, these people holding swords and axes and chisels, holding frying pans and torture devices, dragging iron cables and chains, wearing some kind of strange dome hats, wearing short black boots in the style of cow's and goat's feet, with grimacing and repulsive faces, rather than being human beings, it is better to say that they are little ghosts from the eighteen layers of hell.

Judging from their appearance, these were the same little ghosts that had pulled the men of the Yinshan Village away earlier.

These little ghosts straight to the Yinshan village rushed, is to meet from the village entrance out of the zombie Taoist, that zombie Taoist cross-eyed, raised the sword down to chop, the bride and ghosts have also flocked to, hold down those little ghosts.

There seems to be a fierce fight between the two "people" at the entrance of the village.

The back of the painting blurred again, and Bai Liu looked toward the very end of the mural.

The entrance of the village is a river of blood, everywhere is a broken body, white bones, only the Taoist has all turned into a zombie, using the sword to support the body, face sinister and hideous standing in the center of the entrance of the village, hands and feet on the black hair, fangs bare outside the mouth, the mouth side of all the blood.

Next to the inscription [The descendants of the village of Yinshan abandoned their ancestral graves and erected this tomb for the (vague) Taoist priest and his ancestors].

By the time Bai Liu finished the last mural, there was no place for him to land, and the wine jar was pressed against Bai Liu's calf, so that if Bai Liu moved, he would be able to kick it down.

The wine altar has a thin mouth and thick body, the paper of the seal is extremely thin, and it has been placed for so long, so it is estimated that as soon as it is poured on the ground the sealing paper will be cracked, and the things in the wine altar will be able to crawl out.

Again, the chamber, again, was surrounded by these wine jars to the death, and it looked as if there was no way out.

Bai Liu calmly held the candlestick up and looked around the room, then suddenly lifted his foot and stepped on top of some wine jar.

The wine jars that surrounded him shook a few times and gathered in the center, and after colliding with each other, they seemed to sense that Bai Liu had disappeared from their midst, so they stood still.

Bai Liu also stood still, but a moment later, a human face was toppled from the sealing paper of the wine jar.

The noses on the faces of the people on the paper move as if they are sniffing Bai Liu's scent, and then the jars of wine slowly move towards the jars of wine on which Bai Liu is standing.

Bai Liu waited until these wine altars were once again close to the one he was standing on, and then changed to another one to continue to stand on, and he gazed at them calmly and said in his heart that he was sure of it.

These wine altars are filled with the bones of drowned people, that is, the "body" of the ghosts, those ghosts that ran out are just ghosts and spirits, their real bodies are still here.

According to Taoist theory, after the soul leaves the body, the bones of the corpse are just bones of the corpse, and will not be transformed into evil, in short, it is also safe.

Bai Liu, as soon as they entered the tomb, they encountered a number of ghosts in the vicinity of the trapdoor, which means that there must be a number of wine jars in the chamber that were "empty", that is, after the ghosts had left their bodies.

In other words, these wine jars won't move.

Bai Liu sifted out the moving jars and chose the ones that didn't move to stand on, and it wouldn't have mattered if he had crushed the sealing paper on the jars, because it was just a dead body with no soul inside.

The moving wine altar is obviously trapped inside by the red thread of the sealing paper. According to Taoist theory, these things are Yin objects and need to use the Yang energy of a living person in order to break the mouth of the jar and see the light of the day, so they try to use Bai Liu, a Yang person, to break the altar or the sealing paper.

If it was an ordinary person who entered this partial grave chamber, as long as they walked around, those wine altars would unknowingly stand in the way of the other person's walk and be kicked, and as long as the altars were poured, the contents would come out as desired.

And as soon as a ghost comes out, in order to avoid this ghost, the people who come in have a large amplitude of action, kicking the broken wine altar can be more than enough.

After this person's yang energy is used up, he will be consumed alive by the ghosts of the devils here, and will also become an altar of wine here.

That means that after entering this chamber, one can never move.

Bai Liu this oddball, after coming in to see more than half an hour of murals, no matter how the wine altar moved tightly, the foot did not move, until Bai Liu moved in the chamber of the wine altar basically see clearly, he was not panicked to choose one of them, slow and easy to step on it.

Moving left and right will touch the wine jar, but moving up and down will not.

And now that Bai Liu is moving on a plane above these jugs, it is entirely these jugs that are chasing him, and the more these jugs run, the more conspicuous are those that do not move.

Bai Liu remembers that when the candle flame was extinguished on entering the tomb, five ghosts imitating him appeared, five ghosts imitating Mu Sicheng.

Assuming that all ten devils went out of this partial chamber, it can be deduced that about ten altars in this chamber are safe.

Bai Liu scanned the altars that wouldn't move in the chamber, exactly ten of them.

Although he did not rule out the possibility that his deduction was wrong, in case one of these ten altars was not moving, Bai Liu stepped on it and instantly gg, but Bai Liu felt that he did not seem to care about this risk, and never followed the direction of the greatest possible as well as the greatest benefit gained, and did not care very much whether or not he would die in the middle of the road.

Bai Liu felt as if he were a consequentialist.

He glanced at the ten altars, connecting them with his eyes, and then paused.

These ten altars together is a [out] character, but this [out] character is missing a point, no head, the point in the southeast direction, and the location of that point is constantly moving altars back and forth "walk" through.

It felt like an organ that required an altar in each place, but there were only ten immovable altars, and one was still missing.

Bai Liu raised an eyebrow slightly - was this forcing him to have to step on an altar with something on it?

Seemingly realizing that Bai Liu had stepped on top of the altar, these movable altars became more and more agitated, and human faces that were being deformed continued to emerge from the sealing paper, hissing silently with their mouths wide open.

A ghastly wind washed back and forth in the sealed chamber, and a sickening scent of rotting dead bodies rose from the altar.

Bai Liu took another step, and he turned on top of a new altar.

The wine altar that Bai Liu had stepped on earlier was pushed by other moving wine altars the moment he lifted his foot, and the seal broke, revealing a body twisted and huddled in the water.

The body was face up, its face so rotted that only one pair of eyes was left intact, the eyes foggy as if covered with a layer of gauze, the greenish-white, distended lips open, staring out in death.

This should be the bodies of those devils.

Yin souls have corpses and multiply their power, if we let these devils with corpses directly drill out of the altar ......

After fantasizing about that scene, Bai Liu estimated each other's combat strength, and he objectively felt that he would more than likely die here.

Bai Liu kept switching altars as the wine altars chased him, and the seals of the altars were damaged one by one, Bai Liu finally approached the direction of the southeast corner of the last point where [out] was missing.

The wine jars were like schools of fish that had smelled the bait, almost savingly piled up in that direction of the last bit of [Out].

Bai Liu calmly stood on the wine altar closest to the point where [out] was missing and looked around, looking for a way to retreat.

Later, when he stepped on the wine altar, in case no exit appeared and the thing in that wine altar crawled out, Bai Liu needed to pay attention to the orientation of these ten altars when he was engaged in a chase battle, so that he could not touch the other altars while engaging in the chase battle.

Bai Liu stares at the wine altars that are shaking incessantly in the southeast corner of the [out] room, and after stepping on one of them quickly he turns around and stands on a corner altar, his back pressed against both walls.

The altar that Bai Liu had stepped on swayed twice, stood still, then began to tilt slightly and irregularly in one direction again, and five ghastly white fingers slowly reached out from the broken red sealing paper, slowly gripping the edge of the mouth of the altar.

A head emerged, its head bent at ninety degrees across and stuck in the mouth of the altar as if it were completely disconnected from its body, a grim smile on its dead-white face, its long, dark and wet hair emerging from the mouth of the altar as the rest of its remaining body and limbs were pulled out of the mouth of the altar at a twisted and bizarre angle.

Bai Liu could hear that rattling sound of bones creaking and contorting as he stood on the diagonal, and he glanced at the four walls and sighed inwardly with a rather regretful sigh.

He seems to have guessed wrong, not the way he thought he would.

At least for the time being this partial chamber has not appeared to be a mechanism to make a door for Bai Liu.

Bai Liu didn't feel that he had guessed the meaning of [out] wrongly; that hint was given quite obviously.

But there is no [way out] appearing now, unless there is something else that ...... is missing.

Bai Liu looked up at the ceiling, the altar he was standing on was right below the flip-flop door, which made a clunking, shaking rattle right above him.

A ghastly white face peeked out from behind the flip-flop door, and a ghost of a devourer crawled in on all fours from outside the flip-flop door.

Bai Liu tsked, mentally remarking that it was true.

The eleven altars still had to be the ones containing the ghosts of the devils in order to be opened, so it wouldn't be long after he stepped on that altar that these devils that had left would return.

These ghosts were originally prepared to crawl towards Bai Liu, but not long after they came in, they seemed to smell something, their faces split open with blood red mouths, revealing an odd smile, and then quickly crawled in towards those altars that were stepped on by Bai Liu.

Then, one after another, these ten altars, which had been stepped on by Bai Liu, stretched out their ghastly white arms and feet to slap on the vermilion altar, and their writhing heads made a cackling interlocking sound of bones in the altar.

The eyes that were to fall off the rotting face of the drowned corpse stared straight at Bai Liu, who stood in the center of the room, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider.