Chapter 313 Sincerity

Zuo Jing tilted her head and stared at Chen Qiang's eyes. Something flashed in her eyes. "Ajie drum?"

"Yes. Chen Qiang's attention was still focused on the painting. He seemed to be unconcerned about Zuo Jing's sight. "It is said that there is a cruel custom in Tibet. In order to play the purest melody to pay tribute to Changshengtian, they choose to sacrifice the purest girls, peel their skins, and use their skins to make drums, which are called Ajie drums. "

"It is said that the drums made in this way have a very ethereal sound and have the miraculous effect of communicating yin and yang. Whenever there is a major event, the Ajie drum will be played, and Changshengtian can hear their appeals. "

"And it is said that the people who are chosen are all volunteers. This is a great honor for themselves and their tribesmen. In Tibet, only the most sacred women's skins are used to make drums. In the minds of those people, death is not terrible. It is like the birth of a new life, returning to nature. "

"As part of reincarnation, life and death are equal, and only happiness and auspiciousness are the most important. "Chen Qiang said: "Perhaps in their eyes, this is not cruel. ”

After saying this, Chen Qiang hesitated and added, "Of course, before I saw this drum, I also thought these were just legends."

As soon as the voice fell, a very discordant voice sounded, "The most holy woman's skin is used to make drums. That's all a pretext used by powerful leaders to deceive ordinary people. It's just to find a moral starting point for their perverted hobbies, just like the law of justice set up by ancient green forest bandits.

"Why haven't I heard of any powerful leader handing over his daughter to be skinned and tied to a drum?" Jiang Cheng said disdainfully: "Are their daughters not pure?"

Chen Qiang was stunned. His original intention was not like this. He just told the truth about some records he saw. He didn't know where he touched the other party's nerves.

But Chen Qiang did not choose to debate with Jiang Cheng. Instead, he nodded slightly to the latter and said very gently: "I've learned a lesson."

"Humph." Jiang Cheng hummed twice without courtesy.

Xia Meng was almost annoyed with him. She wished she could finish the task and go out, and then hang him upside down in the yard as a mascot, bah, like a cow or a horse.

"These bastards actually skinned her." The fat man looked at the painting and felt incredible just thinking about it. At the same time as the cold touch on his back came the anger hidden deep in his chest.

"Not only skinning." Chen Qiang spoke again, and his gaze at the woman in the painting was also mixed with some strange emotions. "Rumor has it that it was skinned alive, so that the spirituality of the drum can be preserved to the greatest extent."

Chen Qiang seemed to want to say something, but after glancing at the others, he did not continue.

After discussing the painting, everyone's next topic focused on the sister drum and Mr. Huang.

Yes, it was Mr. Huang.

An Xuan had guessed that Mr. Huang was pretending to be Mr. Huang. According to him, the clue was found on the boat last night.

But as for what it was, he did not say it clearly.

Youqi looked very curious, but no one supported him, so he didn't stir up much trouble.

Chen Qiang has been silent since he spoke just now, and it is not clear whether he has thought of anything.

Because the mission has reached this point, everyone has their own plans in mind, so it is no longer realistic to coordinate and arrange everyone.

In the end, no matter what An Xuan said, everyone just didn't refute it on the surface.

After all, the people who survived are not stupid, and everyone can see clearly what happened to Tang Shirou.

An Xuan rubbed his temples and said helplessly: "In this case, everyone can act freely, but I suggest that you try to avoid the areas where people from the Huang Mansion often move."

After a pause, he continued: "If you are interested in the drum, don't act alone. The bronze mirror on the second floor of the attic can reflect ghosts. Be more careful and don't touch the drum, otherwise the ghost will appear."

These are all bloody lessons.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, Shi Liaozhi's death is not unjust, after all, he accidentally touched the drum.

He had caused the trouble himself. Jiang Cheng and An Xuan could only watch him die without helping him. But this was a nightmare. Not to mention watching him die without helping him, there were also people who took advantage of his misfortune.

Anyway, it seemed that neither of them felt that they owed Master Liao Zhi anything.

"Doctor." Walking on a gravel path, the fat man couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. He frowned and said, "Why are we here?"

This place is very desolate. Most of the houses around are very dilapidated, as if they have been abandoned for a long time.

It doesn't look like there are any clues.

It is true that there are few people.

"Waiting for someone."

Jiang Cheng seemed to think it was about time, so he found a conspicuous place to sit down, with his back against a strange-shaped tree. It was very cool under the tree.

The fat man came to him, and before he opened his mouth, he heard a movement near a wall, and then a little head poked out from the other side of the wall. After seeing the fat man, his head shook.

"It's you!" The fat man showed a delighted expression and hurriedly said, "Come here!" He took out a few steamed buns that he always had on him and waved them at the little beggar.

This was the fat man's breakfast, but he didn't eat it. He thought of leaving it to the little beggar. After all, the other party was willing to save his life. It was his own fault that he didn't see the mystery.

The little beggar climbed over the wall, but didn't jump down. His eyes were fixed on Jiang Cheng beside him, with a vigilant look.

"Little brother, he is also a good person." The fat man explained, "A very good person. You can still see me now, thanks to him."

Perhaps the fat man's explanation worked. The little beggar jumped down from the wall, but still walked around Jiangcheng and came to the fat man. Without being polite to him, he took the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Slow down." The fat man said with a smile: "Don't choke. If there are meat dishes at noon, I will save them for you. Remember to come and get them later." He paused, seemed to have thought of something, and then reminded: " Be careful when you come.”

As if he was too tired to eat while standing, the little beggar simply sat across from the fat man and ate. The fat man just squatted on the ground and looked at him with a smile.

After a while, Jiang Cheng seemed to realize something and suddenly said "Huh?"

Almost like a conditioned reflex, Jiang Cheng immediately came to the little beggar, "Doctor," the fat man protected the little beggar behind him and said quickly: "Promise me not to arrest him."

Jiang Chengli ignored him, pointed at the little beggar's waist and said, "Where's the kit on you?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the little beggar behind him. Before he could speak, the little beggar showed an indignant look, then broke off a branch and started drawing on the ground.

Slowly, the outline of a person emerged. The fat man looked more and more familiar, until finally, his pupils widened and he said loudly: "An Xuan?"