Requiem Chapter 69: The Four Imperial Emperors’ Array
"I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly." After calming down, the fear in Old Zhao's expression was no longer so strong.
Looking at him, Yin Hui nodded somewhat painfully.
Even the combined forces of Buddhism and Taoism were unable to successfully liberate her soul, which showed how terrifying Zhang Xiuting had become. Yin Hun suddenly remembered those condescending eyes, the ones that made him fall into infinite despair at the mere glance of them.
My mind was full of thoughts, connecting the previous scenes together. Suddenly, a small detail was quietly frozen. It was a group of photos that I took on the night of Zhou Haiqing's death.
In the photo, there was a faintly visible small handprint, and the next day, there were bloody handprints all over the walls and the elevator.
They are like charming butterflies, dragging those who have reached the end of their lives into the endless hell...
Yin Hui still remembers that the handprint was very small, which coincided with the developmental stage of the baby. A thought struck him like a bolt from the blue. Could it be? Could this be the child in Zhang Xiuting's belly?
Thinking of this, Yin Hun's pupils constricted, and half of his face turned pale in an instant: "Master, on the day Lao Zhou died, I accidentally took a photo. There was nothing else in the photo, only a bloodstain the size of a baby's hand or foot. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but when I went to look at it the next day, I couldn't find it. Do you think this thing could be the baby who died in the womb?" His eyes were full of autumn solemnity, which made people have to take it seriously.
"This..." Old Zhao said with some hesitation, "According to what you said, Zhang Xiuting finally gave birth to the child. This is indeed... indeed very strange."
However, he did not dwell on this issue. Instead, he brushed off the dust on his clothes and smiled slightly: "Let's go. After talking so much, it's time to relax. Boy, choose the right time. No matter what, the two of us must completely wipe out the Undead Curse before the sun sets tomorrow, otherwise Tang Yan will be in danger!"
After saying that, he bent down and started packing his things. It turned out that he had brought a briefcase with him when he entered the door, but the situation was urgent at the time, so he just put it next to the shoe rack and no one paid much attention to it.
"Master..." Yin Hun's cheeks twitched a little: "Do you really have a foolproof plan to deal with Zhang Xiuting?" It seems that the confrontation with the previous despair has cast a heavy shadow on Yin Hun's heart.
Old Zhao placed the suitcase on the glass coffee table, quickly unfastened the hook with both hands, and said in a teasing tone: "Hey, kid, you were so ambitious just now! Why, after hearing what I said, you feel uncertain?"
After that, he flicked Yin Hun's chest with two fingers and said with emotion: "It's a matter of life and death. What other ways can we have to have the best of both worlds? You and I have already entered the game and become tools of the game. If we can't cut through the thorns and open up a path of vitality amidst the thousands of difficulties and dangers, I'm afraid we will both be in danger! Since ancient times, military strategists have needed a stable rear when fighting. Without worries, we can fight with our backs against the wall. Now my bag of bodhi incense has been almost used up. Although it scared Zhang Xiuting away, it is only temporary. Therefore, everyone in this apartment is in danger of life at any time. Before I go out, I will set up the 'Four Imperial Emperors' Array' here. As long as the incense is not extinguished and the altar is not overturned, the fantasies of those demons and monsters will not be able to break the restrictions of the ancestors. Tang Yan, Feifei, you two must remember, no matter what happens, or who calls your name, don't go out, understand?"
Although Tang Yan and Shen Feifei didn't understand why, they nodded again and again . After all, from his words, it could be seen that Old Zhao was thinking about them wholeheartedly.
"But..." Yin Hun hesitated to speak.
"Why are you so hesitant when you talk today?" Old Zhao found a pack of cigarettes next to the TV, took out a lighter from his pocket, and lit it happily. In his eyes, tobacco is the best blessing that the Creator has given to mankind.
"Where can we find props for the altar at this time?" Yin Hun expressed his concerns. In his memory, the so-called Maoshan altar was nothing more than a few sandalwood square tables put together, and then some yellow paper, incense, candles, cinnabar, coarse salt and the like. Of course, fruits and sacrificial items were also indispensable. Those earthly immortals were very picky about their words. Who would be willing to work for you if you didn't take the benefits?
"So it's just for such a small matter?" Old Zhao laughed dumbly, then held a cigarette in his left hand and opened his small suitcase with his right hand. Yin Hui was stunned when he saw it. It turned out that there was a pocket-sized altar hidden in the small suitcase. When the red lining was turned out, rows of statues of gods popped out from the grid. Some were laughing, some were crying, some were sad, and some were angry. The expressions were very lifelike. What was even more valuable was that on both sides of the box, there were thick stacks of yellow talismans and candles. When he opened another layer, he found some details. It was really small but complete.
"Don't take on a job if you don't have the skills. How about it, have you broadened your horizons?" Old Zhao proudly put the Yuxi cigarette into his mouth before he had time to take a sip.
Seeing his action, Shen Feifei, who had been looking very strange, suddenly shouted, "Stop smoking!"
But it was too late, Old Zhao had already taken a deep puff of the cigarette. Startled by the little girl, he was stunned, holding the cigarette in his mouth, not knowing what to do.
All right! A second later, he finally understood why Shen Feifei didn't let him smoke. As soon as the smoke stuck to his throat, Old Zhao felt that his tear glands were like a volcano erupting, and a strong mustard taste suddenly filled his entire mouth.
He yawned, and snot and tears came out together...
Seeing Old Zhao like this, Tang Yan was a little puzzled. Yin Hui was also confused, but when they saw Shen Feifei's red face, they understood everything.
"You...why are you looking at me?" Shen Feifei felt guilty.
"Girl, confess!" Yin Hun spoke clearly and concisely.
"I... I didn't do anything, really." Shen Feifei showed an innocent and lovely smile, so pure, so innocent, but only Yin Hun knew that if you were deceived by this girl's appearance, you would definitely fall flat on your face. At least, this week, he fully realized it.
Seeing Yin Hui still staring at her, Shen Feifei felt aggrieved and touched her face: "It's just that you make trouble for me every day, so I just want to take a little revenge..."
"And then what..." Yin Hun guessed correctly. It turned out to be aimed at him. He didn't expect that Old Zhao would run into him.
"Then...then I added some mustard to your cigarette. I wanted to add some chili paste, but I couldn't find it..." Shen Feifei lowered her head, and Yin Hun's face was covered with black lines. Damn, the mouth of a bamboo snake, the sting of a wasp, this little Loli is really poisonous! Fortunately, I haven't smoked many cigarettes in the past few days, and the pack in my pocket has not been finished, otherwise I would have really gotten into her trap. Turning back, looking at Zhao Deshui who was wiping tears, Yin Hun covered his mouth and didn't dare to laugh.
"Laugh if you want to! Don't hold it back!" Old Zhao had a gloomy face and ran to the bathroom to rinse his mouth. At this time, a burst of laughter broke out in the living room, with people clapping their arms and kicking their legs.
After leaving the bathroom, Old Zhao's expression eased a lot. With an apologetic attitude, Shen Feifei hurried over to serve tea and water, and rubbed his legs and back. However, this time Old Zhao learned his lesson. Before drinking the tea, he sniffed it carefully with his nose. After making sure there was nothing unusual, he blew it with confidence and drank it in big gulps.
