Chapter 129: Fengdu Guest: Reminiscence of the Past (End)
After Yang Qingyu drew a breath-holding talisman on his hand, he dived all the way to the bottom of the water.
There was a coffin at the bottom of the pool. It was made of red jade. The surface of the jade looked transparent, but it also had a faint blood color. At the bottom of the deep pool, it looked weird and ominous. The outer wall of the jade coffin was wrapped with several circles of thick black iron chains, tied tightly. Several iron chains extended outward and were fixed into the mountain wall.
This is a Feng Shui arrangement of trapping a dragon in a well. This burial method is rare and is intended to make people never reincarnate. Yang Qingyu had visited many graves for people when he was doing funerals before, but he had only seen this kind of arrangement in books. It is said that this kind of arrangement is often used on sinners, and they are great sinners that are intolerable to heaven and earth.
However, let alone an expert like Yang Qingyu, even if the person standing here is an ordinary person, just looking at the posture, one can tell that the person imprisoned inside is not a good person.
But Yang Qingyu seemed to have no idea how to write the word "fear" and approached the coffin directly to prepare for action. The biggest purpose of his trip to Xiangxi was to see what the zombies looked like up close . Now that the opportunity was in front of him, he naturally couldn't give it up easily.
Having made up his mind, Yang Qingyu used a soul-calming nail to pry open the chain that sealed the coffin.
The moment the chains were loosened, the pool water rippled, and huge bubbles appeared on the bottom of the pool with the coffin as the center, directly blocking Yang Qingyu's sight. At the same time, Yang Qingyu suddenly felt a chill from the inside out. It was a kind of coldness that was difficult to describe, as if someone suddenly used a thick needle to suck out all the warmth in his body in one breath, making him feel like he fell into an ice cave in an instant, and his hands and feet became numb.
In response, Yang Qingyu's expression remained unchanged, then he raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Such a strong evil spirit."
This was not an ordinary bubble. It was caused by the evil spirits that had been suppressed here for tens of millions of years being released at the same time when the chains were broken. So much evil spirits suddenly rose at the same time that even Yang Qingyu, who was protected by the Penglai Pearl, felt a little overwhelmed.
However, Yang Qingyu felt that this might not be a bad thing, because since the evil here was so fierce, it would definitely be able to nourish the Yin fetus soul.
Thinking of this, he rubbed his hands excitedly: "It seems that this place should be able to give birth to a strong zombie."
However, when Yang Qingyu finally opened the coffin with great effort, the first thing that came into his sight was a gilded and painted Nuo mask. The Nuo mask had a pair of eyes like copper bells and a huge mouth, and a pair of gold-painted ox horns carved on the top. Large patches of color smudged, making the entire Nuo mask look extremely gorgeous and beautiful.
Although this Nuo mask is ingenious and exquisitely crafted, Yang Qingyu was really shocked by the sudden appearance of such a thing in the ancient coffin under water.
"Why does it look so abstract?" Yang Qingyu thought he had found a monster when he opened the coffin.
Fortunately, after Yang Qingyu removed the Nuo mask, he was able to confirm that there was indeed a person in the coffin.
A pale man.
Before opening the coffin, Yang Qingyu thought that since it was so beautiful, there might be a beautiful corpse of someone who died young. Unexpectedly, a burly man was found inside.
"It's okay, at least I look like a human being." Yang Qingyu could only comfort himself in this way.
The jade coffin had been opened, and the male corpse had been exposed to a large amount of Yin Qi, so it should have risen. However, Yang Qingyu waited and waited, but the corpse in the coffin did not move at all.
Yang Qingyu couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Could it be a dud?" Isn't a zombie that can't resurrect just a simple corpse?
But Yang Qingyu didn't have the concept of working in vain in his dictionary. He decided on the spot to carry the man to the surface of the water first: "No matter what, let's go up first. What if he breathes some fresh air and comes back to life?"
However, when Yang Qingyu carried the person to the surface of the water, he found that there was actually a person in the valley that he had cleared out.
This person was sitting leisurely on the cliff at the exit of the cave, flipping through something. Yang Qingyu could tell at a glance that it was a notebook. It was Yang Qingyu's property. The notebook was filled with his thoughts on the Heavenly Book Fragments. It was obvious that this person had taken Yang Qingyu's notebook from his luggage at the exit of the cave.
So Yang Qingyu reminded loudly: "Hey! It's immoral to peek at other people's notes, don't you know?"
The person who was turning the pages of the book heard Yang Qingyu's voice and slowly raised his head. This person had a very handsome face, with sharp edges and straight features. The sunlight shone on this person's face, with distinct light and dark, making this face look three-dimensional like a sculpture.
But Yang Qingyu had no intention of appreciating it. He looked at the man's face with an expression of disbelief. Then, he quickly put down the male corpse on his shoulder and carefully checked the face of the male corpse again.
This person actually has the same face as the male corpse? !
Is this a manifestation of God?
There was only one exit in this huge valley, and this man sat there nonchalantly, pretending to flip through Yang Qingyu's notebook, probably to block him.
Yang Qingyu raised his head to let his voice spread out better, and asked: "Are you a human or a ghost?"
Hearing this, the man smiled at Yang Qingyu and said casually, "It's a ghost."
Yang Qingyu then glanced at the male corpse on the ground: "Are you going to come back to life?"
The man shook his head: "Unfortunately, that is not my body."
His words made Yang Qingyu even more confused: "Then why do you look exactly the same?"
The man smiled and said, "Because I borrowed this face especially for today."
Yang Qingyu pointed at the male corpse on the ground and asked, "Did you borrow it from him?"
The man thought for a moment and said, "You can say that."
What does it mean to say that? Yang Qingyu felt it was outrageous. After all, under what circumstances would ordinary people borrow someone else's face?
"What are you borrowing it for?"
The man smiled and replied, "Of course it's to make sure I'm not looking for the wrong person."
Then, the man closed Yang Qingyu's notebook. He jumped lightly and landed next to Yang Qingyu. He was as light as a fluttering butterfly, and was silent.
The moment he landed, he even gave Yang Qingyu a friendly smile and said, "You can call me Bian Cheng."
The rain had stopped for a long time and the sun was shining brightly. This man who called himself Bian Cheng was obviously a ghost, but he did not show any discomfort in the sun and could even use such elusive movements.
Yang Qingyu frowned and thought: "This guy doesn't look easy to deal with. If he is here to cause trouble, I don't know if I can deal with him." He calmly tensed the muscles all over his body, and at the same time put his strength on the wrist with the Penglai Pearl, ready to fight at any time.
But in general, Yang Qingyu did not show any intention to attack, because he knew that since the other party did not launch a sneak attack when he just came out of the water, he certainly had no intention of making things difficult for him.
Bian Cheng looked at the male corpse lying on the ground and asked Yang Qingyu: "According to your notes, you want to find a zombie? It's a pity that although thanks to the soul-sealing lock under the water that has been sealed for many years, his seven souls have been preserved. But he is missing three souls, at most he can only be regarded as a walking corpse, not a zombie."
Yang Qingyu shrugged, with no intention of hiding it: "Yeah, I thought I could catch a wild zombie this time in Xiangxi. I thought I'd get a big catch after going into the water, but I didn't expect there would be no movement for such a long time. It seems there's nothing I can do. Let's just leave it here. I'll look for it somewhere else."
Bian Cheng said, "If you want to turn him into a zombie, there is a way."
After hearing this, Yang Qingyu was very excited: "Do you have a solution?" The Heavenly Book fragment was cut off halfway through, so Yang Qingyu had no idea about the zombie chapter. He was basically crossing the river by feeling the stones with a fearless heart. He didn't expect to be so lucky. He met a ghost with a solution out of nowhere. Yang Qingyu said he was lucky.
Bian Cheng smiled: "Of course, the book you are reading was written by me hundreds of years ago to relieve boredom."
Yang Qingyu:!!!
This is meeting the original author! Yang Qingyu made an expression of listening attentively.
Bian Cheng said calmly, "Do you know whose body this is?"
Yang Qingyu looked at the clothes of the male corpse, and thought about the Nuo mask he had just found in the coffin: "Looks like a priest?"
Bian Cheng nodded and corrected him, "This is the body of Wu Xian, one of the Ten Witches."
"Ten witches?"
Maybe it was because Yang Qingyu's mysterious skills were inherited from half of Bian Cheng's work, which made him half of Bian Cheng's apprentice. So Bian Cheng was in a good mood, so he patiently explained to Yang Qingyu the origin of the Ten Witches.
When chaos first began, it was difficult to distinguish between humans and gods, and the human world and the heavenly world were still in their honeymoon period, with close contacts and frequent exchanges.
At that time, there were ten ancient witches in the human world, with boundless magical powers and the ability to communicate with the heavens. They lived in the Eight Houses of Wushan Mountain, prayed to the gods day and night, and jointly ruled the human world. They were respected and loved by all humans.
However, the power that could rival the gods gradually made the ten witches lose themselves. They wanted greater power, power that could rival the gods. So, the ten witches began to guide their followers to plant Jianmu trees widely in the human world. The grown Jianmu trees were more than a hundred feet high and could reach the temple of the gods. Humans could rely on Jianmu trees to reach the heavens directly.
There is no fully grown Jianmu in the world, because it is difficult for Jianmu to take root and stand on ordinary land, but humans have sown Jianmu seeds wherever they can see. They are trying to find out what kind of soil can make Jianmu grow longer. They are determined and work hard from generation to generation. Finally, a Jianmu tree grows to be close to the God's Palace.
The heavens felt threatened. So they were furious and sent down fire from heaven. All the Jianmu seeds were burned overnight, and Jianmu became extinct. Then, Gonggong angrily crashed into Buzhou Mountain, causing the river water to flow back and Buzhou Mountain to collapse.
It was an unprecedented disaster, and the human world was almost helpless.
But there was a goddess who was moved with compassion. She secretly left the heaven and came to the human world to help mankind.
That was the first Si Yuan of Kunlun Realm - Shen Huang.
Shen Huang led ten witches to deal with the flood disaster in the human world and resist the attack from the heaven. But Shen Huang's power was limited after all, and she could not be the enemy of the entire heaven.
At the end of the story, the Divine Phoenix and the Ten Witches perished together in Wushan.
It is said that the soul of the Divine Phoenix was destroyed by thunder, while the souls of the Ten Witches were locked in the Blood Basin Realm of Bitterness and slowly died.
Bian Cheng's voice was low, as if he was telling a long-lost myth. But because it was too unrealistic, Yang Qingyu didn't feel it was real at all. He stroked for a long time, pointed at the male corpse on the ground and asked uncertainly: "Are you saying that this is one of the ten witches who can compete with the heavenly world?"
Bian Cheng did not comment: "The soul and the body attract each other. I felt the body of the witch was born in the underworld, so I came here specially."
Yang Qingyu understood his hidden meaning and said in shock: "Are you planning to revive the witch?"
But Bian Cheng denied it, and his next words made Yang Qingyu frown.
He said: "On the contrary, I want to kill the witch completely."
Originally, the Blood Basin Realm of Bitterness was too huge for the Ten Witches to encounter. After a few hundred years of consumption, their three souls would naturally perish.
However, the previous King Qin Guang, who didn't know the reason, just picked the ten witches out like picking vegetables and put them in a blood lake. He didn't know the origin of these souls, but just thought he had become a ghost poison, devouring each other. But he didn't know that in fact, these souls were the gods and witches who had been floating in the sea of blood for a long time and began to repair and make up for each other in order to avoid complete extinction. In the end, these souls merged into one and became the new Lord of Mount Tai, Chongtong.
Bian Cheng went on to say, "For some reasons, I cannot kill the divine witch who is also a spirit. However, if the divine witch becomes a zombie, it is another matter. A zombie is neither a human nor a ghost, I can legitimately take him to the underworld and kill him without any worries." At this point, Bian Cheng showed a rare happiness, his eyes burst into a rare light, and even because of excessive excitement, two blushes appeared on his face, "It must be incomparable happiness to have a long-cherished wish come true."
Seeing Bian Cheng like this, Yang Qingyu couldn't help but say, "You are so crazy that you don't even try to hide it."
Bian Cheng didn't seem to mind. He smiled and replied, "Thank you for the compliment."
"So, what should I do?"
"It's very simple. Just use the necromancy technique to summon his soul. The body and soul of a shaman are naturally attracted to each other. As long as you call them, they may respond."
Yang Qingyu was skeptical. On the one hand, he felt that Bian Cheng was too suspicious, but on the other hand, he really wanted to try to create a zombie. The opportunity was right in front of him. For him, necromancy was the foundation of the foundation, and it was truly within his reach.
Yang Qingyu struggled for a long time in his heart, and finally decided: "Never mind, it never hurts to try."
So he started to place seven talismans around Wu Xian's body and began the soul-calling ceremony.
At the same time, in the sea of blood in the underworld.
At the same time that Yang Qingyu was summoning the soul, Chongtong in the underworld felt a sharp dizziness coming from his soul. He felt himself getting colder and colder, like a newly dead person, and began to feel the cold. Then, his soul began to be pulled in one direction uncontrollably.
Just when he felt like he was about to float, the cross on Chongtong's chest suddenly began to heat up for no reason. As if fighting against that force, Chongtong became half cold and half hot. He felt as if he was about to be torn apart.
In fact, his double pupils were indeed split apart in the end, and his soul was split into two halves under the struggle between the two sides.
Half of the double pupil remained in the underworld, while the other half slowly came to the human world and was stuffed into Wu Xian's body, bringing him back to life.
In an unknown valley in western Hunan.
The pale zombie slowly opened his eyes. He had a pair of very clear eyes, like a newborn fawn, innocent and curious, with a hint of confusion and fear, which made people feel unbearable. Because of the incomplete three souls, the IQ of this zombie was not complete.
Yang Qingyu was so excited that he said, "It's a success!"
But Bian Cheng frowned, "No, failed." He smelled the smell of the zombie and said, "This is only a part of the Ten Witches' souls."
Because Bian Cheng knew clearly that there was no scent of the Ghost King's Seal in this body that had come back from the dead.
He murmured grimly, "Only the fragments of the soul turned into a drought demon? The Ten Witches are indeed worthy of their reputation."
But what's the use? It's still just a defective product.
Bian Cheng looked at Hanba, who was still in a daze, with cold eyes and said, "Forget it, let's vent our anger first." After saying that, he raised his arm.
However, just as Bian Cheng was about to make his move, the Penglai Pearl quietly wrapped around his wrist.
At the same time, Yang Qingyu's voice rang out: "Please show mercy."
Bian Cheng turned his head and looked at this ignorant human, raised his eyebrows: "You want to stop me?"
Yang Qingyu, however, had an expression that said, "Don't get me wrong." "No, no, no, this is my work after all. Even if you want to destroy it, you should at least ask for my opinion."
Ask for opinions? When did he, the Lord of Hell, ever ask for others' opinions? Bian Cheng seemed to have heard something ridiculous, and asked with interest, "Are you planning to protect a drought demon?"
Yang Qingyu didn't say anything.
Bian Cheng shrugged and gave up easily: "Then leave it to you. You will die sooner or later anyway. I can take it back after you die. But--" Bian Cheng paused and said, "With Hanba, I think that day will not be too far away."
After saying this, Bian Cheng disappeared without a trace right under Yang Qingyu's nose, just like when he came.
Yang Qingyu finally let out a breath of relief. Just a moment ago, he was still thinking about what to do if Bian Cheng wanted to fight with him.
Yang Qingyu thought thankfully: "Fortunately this person left in a clean manner."
"But, were his last words a curse for my early death?" He realized it belatedly, "I￥#%%..."
When he finally got enough of cursing, he walked towards Hanba, who was still sitting on the ground in confusion. This was his future free labor force, so of course he had to protect him well.
Thinking of this, Yang Qingyu extended his hand in a friendly manner and said to the life he created: "Hello, I will be your master from now on. You can call me Lao Yang. How about I make you a set of Qing Dynasty clothes? The style is more suitable for you. Oh, yes, I have to give you a name, let's call you..."
