The relationship between the nail and the soul has a long history, and like hair, it is considered to be the ring of life, recording everything in a person's past.Of course, this theory is derived from witchcraft and is a mysterious legend that spreads all over the world.From the Celestial Empire to Africa, from South America to Northern Europe, in the occult legends of many regions, fingernails are considered important materials for spell casting.However, in American comics, these traditional things have a different name from magic in the mystical side, and they are called voodoo or witchcraft.Interestingly, thousands of years ago, when humans on Earth did not have a means of communication or effective transportation, the use of nails around the world was surprisingly similar.It is seen as part of the soul.In the Celestial Empire, there was a traditional method of cursing by collecting the nails of the enemy, and then having a professional, such as a witch doctor or shaman, perform a spell casting process, saying that this would cause the enemy to fester.Su Ming also heard a similar story from the doorman of the orphanage when he was a child in his previous life, telling him that after cutting his nails, he should put them away, and it was best to wrap them in paper and burn them, otherwise if the nails were eaten by mice, the rat would become another Su Ming, and then kill the real person, and it would replace him.Whether it's true or not, I don't know, but at least it sounded scary at the time.In Northern Europe, the use of nails has become a myth, saying that Hela has a ship made of the nails of the dead that will transport souls to the underworld in Ragnarok, and only such a soul ship can carry the souls of the dead through different countries.Knell asked Hela, but unfortunately the goddess of the underworld of 40K Earth didn't have the famous ship of death, the Naglfar, and she said that playing with other people's nails was disgusting just to think about, let alone use them to build ships.In South America, the Maya used blood, hair, nails, or foreskin to sacrifice to the gods, of course, it was generally the king or nobles who enjoyed this treatment, ordinary slaves were sacrificed by cutting off their heads, and valiant warriors were sacrificed with their hearts, and they were different.In North America, it is not very popular to play with human nails, and the Indians like to use animal nails, such as making 'lucky rabbit's feet' or something.In his previous life, the famous English folklorist Fraser also recorded a lot of things about nails in his witchcraft book "The Golden Bough", telling various legends and rituals about nails in Britain, France, Russia and Africa.There is no mysterious legend about nails in Australia, but it is also true that Australia was a penal colony for British criminals, and after sailing on that long sea route for several months, it is estimated that the criminals in the cabin of the prison were so bored that they gnawed their fingernails away.Even what the ancestors did not have, the descendants naturally did not have.In short, with the help of the demon, the process of finding the chief is much easier, as a hellish creature, it will not completely die outside of the hellish dimension, so it should not die from disgust if it uses its branch-like claws to stir the in its boots. ............................Tired of the ugliness of human nature, he wandered through time for centuries, wading thousands of miles through the invisible and tangible worlds.But the loud sound of the Wall of Origin shattering was like a bell, waking up the wanderer who was stuck in his journey, so after a period of soaring, he returned to the dimension that once belonged to him.Being forgotten by others is perhaps one of the scariest things for a person, but if you become a source of fear, then people will always think of themselves when they are afraid.With a burst of black feathers falling, an old man with a white beard suddenly appears in an alley, wearing a tight leather trench coat with a large feather collar as an embellishment, although he no longer looks young, but his black high leather boots look full of punk flavor.On top of that, he holds a carved cane with a round head, like an English gentleman who has stepped out of some steampunk world.A flash of red light flashed in his pupils, and he scanned the street and found his destination, which was a used bookstore around the corner, still lit up, like a lighthouse in the night.The name of the bookstore is also interesting, it is called One Thousand and One Pages.But apparently the old man didn't know about this stalk, he just walked through the deserted street with a cane, and the cold wind at night seemed to be around him, and his posture was straight, so he shouldn't have used crutches at all."
Jingle bells."
The brass bell on the door rang with the action of opening the door, and behind the counter of the bookstore, a fat boss wearing glasses also put down the mobile phone in his hand and looked at the door."
Mr.
Willit?""
It's Wales, thank you, although it doesn't really make a difference."
The old man walked to the counter, shook hands with the shopkeeper in a slightly rusty motion, as if he had never shook hands with anyone, and said, "We talked on the phone, you know what I mean." ”"Oh, of course."
The shopkeeper bypassed the counter and walked with a smile to the bookshelf area in the back row with the old man: "It's not every day that you meet a collector as tasteful as you, and at the same time you are so generous, I have been waiting for your visit." ”There is some smell of ink in the bookstore, but the used bookstore is different from the library, and the most thing here is the strange smell of the paper after mold.Used bookstores are essentially more like antique stores, the only difference is that the collectibles are just all kinds of books, and they are in the business of reselling cultural relics."
Oh, thank you so much, the nights in Los Angeles are not so peaceful."
The old man followed behind the shopkeeper with his hands behind his back, looking at the books on the shelves on both sides of the aisle like an ordinary customer.None of them have any value, at least ordinary literary books are useless to him."
Do you know those things, too?
Yes, you do have a deep study of fantasy literature. ”The shopkeeper rubbed his belly, and when he asked the question, he seemed to remember something, answered himself, and laughed about the city: "They all say that Los Angeles is a transit point between hell and earth, and that demons walk the streets at night and eat people's souls like jelly, but I have lived here for sixty years, and I have never seen any demons or ghosts. ”The shopkeeper stopped, and the two of them were in the deepest part of the shop, where there was a safe, which he opened and took out a wooden box inside, which looked very old at first glance, and the batter on it was shiny, as if someone was often playing with it."
Well, maybe that's just a legend, is this what I'm looking for?"
The old man stopped talking about angels and demons, and what did he have to pay attention to the duckweed that was not interested, because God was dead, and had no roots?