"Your Excellency, you mean, the swamp keeps the corpses intact?
Even if hundreds of years have passed?
Jiang Xixi finally realized the meaning of his words, but at this moment, she couldn't figure it out, "It's just a piece of mud, how can it be so magical?"
” "Because the ancients believed that the swamp was the entrance to another world, where neither life nor death could be given, so the corpse would not decay, forever" Yan Niang stared at Jiang Xixi and said these words, her eyes were cold, and her tone was low and straight.
Jiang Xixi seemed to be sucked in by those dark eyes, in a damp and cold swamp, she still remembered the feeling of being swallowed by it, at that moment, as if all hope was sucked away by it, her brain was filled with endless darkness, her body was tired like a bolt of iron, she was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to walk into the light.
I was deeply immersed in conjecture and couldn't extricate myself, when a gust of wind suddenly blew in the window, and the candles on the table barely supported it for a while, and finally couldn't resist the invasion of the autumn wind, and after shaking a few times, it was completely extinguished, leaving only a wisp of black smoke gradually drifting away in the air.
Jiang Xixi hurriedly ordered it, but was stopped by Yan Niang, "I'm tired, adults and girls should also go back to the room, tomorrow I want to go to the swamp again to have a look." ” Hearing that there was indeed fatigue in her voice, Cheng Muyou and Jiang Xixi were a little worried, but after thinking about it, they felt that this worry was too much, and Yan Niang had already opened the door and made a posture of sending off guests, so the two had to walk towards the door. was about to step over the threshold, Cheng Muyou suddenly turned his head again, "Miss Yan, why did the more than 100 people in the Han Dynasty die?"
” Yan Niang sneered, "Disability, crime, adultery, and even illness may be the cause of their killing, and the more uncivilized the people, the more they can't tolerate the existence of people who are 'different' from themselves."
The swamp in Jinyang City is likely to be a mass grave hundreds of years ago, so those people were discarded there at will. ” Walking out of Yan Niang's door, Jiang Xixi had mixed feelings in her heart, she looked at Cheng Muyou's side face, and said slowly, "My lord, is it a sin to be different from others?"
” Cheng Muyou didn't answer, but Jiang Xixi could feel that his steps were obviously much heavier.
As soon as it was dawn the next day, Yan Niang and Jiang Xixi came to the birch forest on the hillside.
Under the light of the morning light, this huge swamp pond in the forest finally showed itself in front of the two of them: it was the size of seven or eight acres of land, and there were green wild grasses growing on it, and at a glance, the tall birch trees on the opposite side had become small, like the hairs on the cheeks of giants, making a "bang" sound with the wind.
Jiang Xixi looked at the vast swamp in front of him, and was so shocked that his mouth didn't close for a long time, "Miss Yan, it seems that I was lucky yesterday, and I was able to escape from this, but such a big swamp, I really don't know how many people and the bones of flying insects and beasts are buried in it." ” Yan Niang squinted her eyes and looked ahead, "It seems that the sister-in-law of the Cheng family is right, with such a quagmire to protect, it is indeed difficult for the war to burn into Jingmen Village, no wonder this village has such a long history, it turns out that there is this natural barrier to protect it." ” "But in such a large place, don't say we can't step in, even if we can walk in, where should we start."
Jiang Xixi looked at the large black swamp in front of her, and really couldn't understand where Yan Niang was going to start.
Yan Niang glanced at her, "Of course, it is not easy to find the bones, but if it is a spirit, it is not difficult." ” Jiang Xi was stunned, his eyes widened, "Summoning spirits?
Under this blue sky and white sun, the girl actually wants to summon spirits?
Although she knew that Yan Niang was extremely proficient in the art of yin and yang, she still couldn't help but feel a little nervous when she said this.
Yan Niang smiled, "Miss Jiang is afraid?
” Jiang Xixi raised his head, suppressed all his fear in his heart, and said to himself, "I haven't seen anything weird, if the girl wants to summon a spirit, I will help on the side, and I will never do that thing that drags people back." ” Yan Niang is a joy again, "The girl is a heroine among women, I naturally know, but there is no need for you to do anything, you just need to stand quietly beside me, listen to those lonely souls tell their blood and tears history, people have been dead for a long time, it is inevitable that they will become verbose, and they will also babble about their own cause of death repeatedly, the girl picks up the key points to listen, and the rest is so don't care, I just want to know, what happened in this swamp." ” She said it lightly, but Jiang Xixi listened to it in her ears, but her scalp was a little numb, it turned out that Yan Niang asked her to come over today, and she actually asked her to refine and summarize the language, but the object of this speech was nothing else, but the unjust ghosts who died here.
Jiang Xixi took a few deep breaths, raised her head and said, "Don't worry, girl, I will definitely live up to my trust and write down all the things you explained." ” Yan Niang nodded with satisfaction, her fingers swiped lightly on her waist, and there was already an extra copper needle in her hand, she gently threw the copper needle into the air, and the needle stood firmly in the air without moving.
Yan Niang stretched out her right hand, and five fingers were placed under the copper needle like a lotus, although her palm did not touch the copper needle, but it looked like it was holding it.
Immediately, she silently recited a few incantations in her mouth, and after speaking, a silver white light spread out from the needle, enveloping the copper needle entirely, and at the same time, the copper needle began to tremble gently, and the white light wrapped around the needle body also swung away into the distance, like the blue waves on the river.
Seeing this, Yan Niang slowly withdrew her arms, her eyes were closed, her cherry lips opened slightly, and a melodious and mournful song flowed from her lips.
Every tree, every piece of grass, seemed to be immersed in her song, and she couldn't help but feel sad and sad.
She sang like this: "Qi Yexi, Bai Zhisheng, Lu Jiangxi, Long and Thin Left, Leaning on the Marsh and Yingxi, Looking at Bo from afar, Qingli Knotting, Qi Qiancheng."
Zhanzhan River water, there is maple, the eyes are extremely thousands of miles, sad spring, the soul returns, the soul returns" Jiang Xixi stood behind Yan Niang, her heart seemed to be grabbed by a huge and cold hand, her heart was full of sadness and vicissitudes that were incommensurate with her age, and she suddenly remembered the story that Yan Niang told yesterday in her mind, and her heart trembled for a while, and she almost wanted to shed tears.
Just as he was secretly sad, there was a sudden "grunt" in the swamp, and a few bubbles appeared.