"Crushing the corpse to death, taking the soul and sacrificing, this is a kind of Nanyang sacrifice technique, take me to the rooftop to see the ear needle."
The two came to the rooftop together, entered the hut, Rui Lengyu adjusted his astrolabe watch, measured it, and then through the window, he also saw the whole picture of the ghost road, and then returned to classroom 408 again.
"How?"
Ye Shaoyang saw that she had never said a word, and couldn't help but ask.
"Lao Guo's analysis is right, this is the 49th life change, this is the main formation of the spiritual altar, the ghost road is only not the location of the formation, 'the broken corpse turns into yin wind, and the grievance is uneven', the broken corpse is in this coffin, covered by golden silk clothes, can borrow the 'potential' of the sacrifice in the mourning hall, and constantly generate grievances, through the rooftop ear needle, into the ghost road.
There is also a golden silk shroud on the ghost road, like the two stars of crape myrtle echoing each other, interacting with each other, producing a powerful sealing power, no wonder it can seal the bronze armor corpse king below.
This is a typical Nanyang witchcraft, which cannot be seen in the mainland at all, and it is understandable that you don't know it. ” Ye Shaoyang listened to what she said, and couldn't help nodding, thinking that she grew up in Hong Kong, and her master was a Nanyang onmyoji, so she naturally knew all about the witchcraft and evil methods of these southern schools.
Rui Lengyu continued: "This formation is very precise, and the people who set up the formation have strong mana, and it is likely that they are from the Great Witch Immortal Family.
Such a huge formation, even the buildings are used, I have only seen it once in Thailand, the key to this formation is to generate resentment, forty-nine people committed suicide together, the soul is deeply resentful, but it is not enough to cast such a large formation......"
Ye Shaoyang was shocked when he heard this, and said, "No, there are so many resentful souls, and the resentment is not enough?"
” Rui Lengyu didn't answer, looked at him, and asked, "How do you think a person dies is the most painful?"
” Ye Shaoyang was stunned, "Why do you ask this?"
” "You answer first."
This question is really difficult to answer, Ye Shaoyang scratched the back of his head, pondered, and was hacked to death?
Stunked to death?
Crashed to death?
Although it was miserable, the pain was only for a moment.
"Being tortured to death by others is the most painful!"
Rui Lengyu asked again: "How to torture." ” "There are many ways to do this, sitting on a tiger chair, pouring chili pepper water, sprinkling lime on your eyes, and pouring boiling water on your head, which one is not painful?"
Rui Lengyu said: "The more painful a person dies, the stronger the resentment generated after death, but as the core of the formation, the corpse of the living sacrifice, the death methods you mentioned are not enough to suppress the formation, a total of forty-eight people were forced to commit suicide, and after death, they have to refine their souls, if this corpse of the living sacrifice does not have a strong enough grievance, how can it suppress these forty-eight grievances?"
Resentment is the core of this witchcraft!
” "Resentment against resentment......
Ye Shaoyang finally understood after hearing this, and muttered, "You mean that this person died very miserably, right?"
” "Of course, the tragic situation of him alone has to exceed the sum of forty-eight people to suppress the formation."
Ye Shaoyang frowned, "Where is there such a tragic way to die?"
Suddenly thinking of something, he said movingly, "I heard that Yang Lian, the loyal martyr king, was imprisoned by Wei Zhongxian before his death, and he was unyielding, he was crushed by heavy soil, his ears were pierced with iron nails, and his bones were broken, this is the worst way to die, right?"
” Rui Lengyu said: "But the Loyal Martyr King is not continuously punished, and the collection of grievances in this mourning hall is short-lived, and there can be no stay in the process from birth to death." ” "From life to death, you can't stay......"
Ye Shaoyang patted his head, "Then there is only Ling Chi, it is rumored that when Yuan Chonghuan died, he was cut by a thousand knives, this is the worst!"
Could it be ......
Did this person die in Ling?
” Rui Lengyu came to the side of the coffin, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the golden corpse clothes, and the corpse immediately moved, as Ye Shaoyang saw for the first time, soft as boneless, and his limbs were like snake bodies, combined with Rui Lengyu's words, he suddenly thought of a possibility, and couldn't help but take a breath of cool air from the soles of his feet.
Rui Lengyu also took a deep breath and said: "This person was chopped to death, and what is wrapped in this golden thread corpse is not a corpse, but a piece of minced meat, just a piece of human shape according to the golden thread clothes......
Minced human meat......
Ye Shaoyang looked at the dancing strange corpse and felt chills all over his body, thinking that it was fortunate that Xie Yuqing and the others were not there, otherwise he was afraid that his legs would be weak at this moment, and he would fall to the ground and vomit.
Suddenly, Ye Shaoyang thought of the first time he fought with Ziyue, Ziyue finally turned into a puddle of flesh and blood, and immediately inhaled and said, "That's right, it's her, this meat is Ziyue's!"
” Rui Lengyu wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, retreated slightly, and didn't dare to look at the corpse again.
"Thousands of knives, every knife down, will form a grievance, absorbed by the formation, I don't know how many knives she was cut, I heard that the longest punishment in ancient times was the great eunuch Liu Jin, who was cut by 3,600 knives......
It may be an exaggeration, but if the executioner is of a high level, a thousand knives are fine.
Only such a tragic death can suppress the remaining forty-eight grievances. ” Ye Shaoyang took a few deep breaths and said, "How did you come up with this?"
” "This kind of witchcraft existed in ancient times in Nanyang, although it was very rare, but at that time, chieftains and other chiefs could kill people at will, so this sacrificial art was invented."
Rui Lengyu shook her head, "I didn't expect that in modern society, there would be people who would perform such a terrible witchcraft ......"
Ye Shaoyang muttered: "A thousand cuts, Ziyue she......
How can you stand it, even if you are a tough person, you can't stand that kind of pain, right?
” "After the torture began, everything was left to her."
This is also true, Ye Shaoyang nodded slowly, thinking that maybe Ziyue didn't know how she would die, otherwise, even a person with strong beliefs would not have the courage to choose such a miserable death, right?
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The culprit of all this is that Wizard Liang!
Ye Shaoyang's two fists creaked, gritted his teeth, and said hatefully: "Liang Daosheng, this incident alone is enough to kill you a hundred times!"
” In order not to destroy the entire formation, the two of them covered the coffin again, left the dissection building, came out of the building, and it took a while to ease their emotions and continue to discuss.
The ghost who died with a thousand knives is extremely resentful, and with the blessing of the formation, it is very difficult to deal with, and Rui Lengyu also suggested that he find that Liang Daosheng to settle accounts first.
"That Wu Leyi, you should know where he is, right?"
Rui Lengyu said.
"His son is with Liang Daosheng, of course he knows."
Ye Shaoyang said, "But it's not good to go to him, after all, this matter involves witchcraft, and thirty years have passed, there is no evidence, you can't torture him, and the criminal prosecution period has passed." ” He had also discussed it with Xie Yuqing before, but finally decided not to look for him.
"If the law doesn't work, then use the methods of the magic world."
Rui Lengyu said lightly, "Go find him, detain the soul and torture!"
” Ye Shaoyang shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, you're more ruthless than me, let's go." ” (There is another chapter today, take the car home first and then write it desperately)