Zou Xiaotong felt as if his throat was choked by an invisible hand, and his mouth babbled for a long time, but he couldn't say a word, but if he distinguishes carefully, he can know that the two words he has been trying to squeeze out from between his lips and teeth are "Big brother." ” yes, who could it be that boy standing in front of him, who looked similar in appearance to him of the same age, with blood dripping from his eyes, not his eldest brother?
But why did he come back after ten years of death?
Zou Xiaotong couldn't figure it out, now his mind was in chaos, the smell of blood between his mouth and nose made his head hurt for a while, and his temples were also beating "suddenly", and the heavenly spirit cover seemed to be about to split in half.
But just when he was confused, the dark shadow in front of him spoke.
The tone is slow, the voice is soft, and there is infinite sadness mixed in it.
"The origin of paper-cutting is related to Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, according to legend, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was sad after the death of Mrs.
Li, and the priest Li Shaoweng cut the portrait of Mrs.
Li with paper in order to comfort Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and staged a 'paper shadow play' with the help of the curtain and candlelight, so that Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and Mrs.
Li met again through the curtain.
Others say that this is just an illusion created by the candlelight swaying curtain tent, but I don't believe it, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty is by no means a faint king, how can he be deceived by such a carving insect skill, the reason why he saw Mrs.
Li that night was because of the paper-cutting to summon the soul, a wisp of the beauty's remnant soul was recalled from the underworld, and the lovesickness of Emperor Wu was appeased. ” Zou Xiaotong grew up in the countryside since he was a child, and he didn't know a single big character, and he was dizzy when he heard these words, but before he could taste the meaning, the man spoke again.
"In the hometown of Nanying, Chu State, at the foot of Jing Mountain in Nanzhang County, Duangong's method of using witchcraft to summon spirits and cure diseases is to cut paper.
In practice, Duan Gong holds scissors in his hand and cuts out five paper figures on the yellow table paper, symbolizing the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys respectively, and uses tokens to write the names of the lost souls on the paper figures, burn incense and pray, sing and dance to summon spirits; When the sorcerers in the eastern Hubei area summon the spirit, they also cut out the paper and put it in the incense burner, and while chanting the incantation, they use the bamboo pole to pick up the headscarf and stick the paper person on it, symbolizing the return of the soul; "Jing Chu Years Chronicles" also records that the seventh day of the first lunar month is a human day, with seven kinds of vegetables as a soup, cutting ribbons for people, pasting screens, and wearing temples, and making Huasheng to send each other......"
Speaking of this, if Zou Xiaotong doesn't understand anymore, then he has really lived for so many years in vain, his lips trembled, and he finally said the first sentence in so long, "But I didn't summon the soul of my eldest brother."
The black shadow didn't move, and he said a sentence sadly, "You don't have it, but someone can't wait to call me out," Speaking of this, his tone was stagnant, and then a little colder, "Xiaotong, I have been in the lonely grave alone for ten years, and I always feel lonely, are you willing to come and accompany me" When the words fell, the door behind Zou Xiaotong suddenly opened silently, and he turned his head to see that the darkness was like a hideous monster, overwhelmingly pressing down on him, devouring his whole person.
The door of the house was "crackling" by the strong wind, Li Yunze was upset by the noise, so he simply got up in his clothes and slowly moved to the window, looking at the stormy scene outside.
The wind howled outside, and the big willow tree in the courtyard was swayed left and right by the wind, and its branches whipped in the air like whips dancing wildly.
Suddenly, a dazzling electric light illuminated the sky, and then there was a thunderclap overhead, and in an instant the rain poured down, weaving a continuous rain net in the small courtyard of the Zou family.
Li Yunze looked at the rain and fog in front of him, and his two delicate eyebrows locked together little by little: The paper dog has been out all night, why hasn't he come back at this time?
Could it have happened to him in the Lienty mound?
Thinking like this, a strong uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart, cold sweat swished in his palms, and even his heartbeat accelerated a lot.
When he was in a hurry, there was a sudden "pop" outside the small window behind him, as if something had hit it, and the window made a "pop" sound.
Li Yunze was overjoyed, and hurriedly walked over to open the window, and sure enough, he saw the paper dog squatting on the windowsill, dressed in rough clothes.
Li Yunze took it into his arms, "Fortunately, you came back immediately, if it was a little later, the paper would be drenched by the rain, and you might not be able to move on the ground." ” As soon as he said this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, the color of the paper dog seemed to be a little darker, and the most strange thing was that there was a faint fishy smell on its body, which wafted into his nose, making him shiver.
He lifted his fingers and found that his hand was also covered with a faint layer of red, not paint, but human blood.
Li Yunze was stunned and did not move, hundreds of thoughts rushed through his heart in an instant, but each one of them escaped extremely fast, and he couldn't catch it. was secretly in a daze, and Aunt Zou suddenly shouted in panic outside the house: "Where did Xiaotong go?"
Dad, why is there no one in the room?
” Li Yunze was frightened by this trembling cry, he flew to the courtyard, and asked anxiously at the Zou couple who had no master, "What about Xiaotong?"
Is he missing?
” Zou Min glanced at him, old tears fell, and his arm stiffly pointed towards Xiaotong's room, "The child is gone, the bed is cold, I should have left in the middle of the night last night, little brother, where do you say Xiaotong will go?"
” Li Yunze was silent, and now, his eyes were completely attracted by the paper peacock on the ground: its tail feathers were beautiful, like a delicate fan, but its eyes were gone, replaced by a black hole, as if it was silently confiding something to him.
Li Yunze turned around and grabbed Zou Min's arm, his voice became low and dry in an instant, as if it was not his own, "Tell me, is the legend of Lian Tizuka true?"
” The huge stele is mottled with moss, covering the cracks left by the years.
Li Yunze was standing on the edge of the stone stele, he was now embarrassed by the rain, and the elegant and chic in his usual days had long since disappeared, replaced by a body full of depression and anger that could not be concealed.
The waist-length long hair hung listlessly on his face and shoulders, setting off his pale face a little weirdly, coupled with the two flickering fluorescences in his eyes, which added a bit of ghost to his whole person, and the ancient mound and tomb next to him complemented each other.
He circled around the stele, and finally, casting his gaze on the black cavern beside it: the stone at the entrance of the cave had been removed, and the thing seemed to know that he was coming, so it opened the door to welcome the guest, and no longer hid and played tricks.
Li Yunze let out a string of sneers from his throat: Hard work pays off, finally let me find you.