Chapter 1763 The Unwelcome Bad Child, the Split Child

Rainy day, haunted house, missing bad boy...

What is the purpose of this sturdy man who cut off the face of the corpse Tai Sui?

Is it to exorcise evil spirits and cure diseases for the people in the haunted room?

Or is it the bad boy who is locked up in the haunted room?

An old Taoist priest without a face and a young Taoist priest without a head, these two people are sitting together at an eight-immortal table. Don’t say it, this picture is quite harmonious, not abrupt at all.

On the contrary, the sturdy man who is alive looks so out of place beside the eight-immortal table, as if he is the outsider who broke into the haunted house.

It’s strange to say that the sturdy man has been burning paper money, the brazier is burning red, and he has burned one stack of paper money after another, and he has not stopped for a long time.

"Does the world after the death of the immortal also need these vulgar paper money? The key is that so much was burned."

"How did the others pass this level?"

"Did they try to snatch the immortal corpse, the corpse Tai Sui that was about to take shape?"

"If they did, why did they fail? If they didn't, how did they pass this level? Could it be that... this level is actually not complicated, just walk out of the backyard, and don't have to fight with the monsters in the dark?"

When the three incense sticks in the bowl of half-cooked rice in front of the immortal corpse were half burned, there was finally new movement.

Outside the dark and silent house, there was a sudden knock on the door, and then the door opened by itself, and an old man in a straw raincoat, carrying a ball of unknown things illuminated by a black cloth behind him, walked into the house as if he was back home.

When the old man took off his bamboo hat, he revealed a wrinkled old face that was somewhat similar to the sturdy man. Each wrinkle was very deep, as if it was carved out by a knife and weathered.

It seems that the old man and the sturdy man are father and son.

"Strange, why is there no mention of another old man in the soul mark, only mentioning to kill the man first..." Wutou Jinan thought in his heart.

As soon as the old man in the straw raincoat entered the house, he noticed that there was one more person in the house today. When he saw that the extra person was a headless Taoist priest, the old man took a half step back, suspected to be frightened by the headless image.

After all, there was already a faceless Taoist priest with a corpse face in the house.

Now there is another headless Taoist priest corpse in the house, and it is a normal reaction to be frightened.

Because of the headlessness, there are fewer facial expressions, so even if Wutou Jinan looks at the door, outsiders can't notice that he is looking. In the eyes of outsiders, Wutou Jinan always sits in front of the Eight Immortals Table without moving, just like a dead person. After the initial shock, he quickly calmed down and walked to the Eight Immortals Table with the things on his back.

The thing on the old man's back looked very heavy. He gasped after walking a few steps. Dong, he put the thing on his back on the bench, making a heavy muffled sound.

"Huh? Such a strong corpse odor!"

"This is... the odor of a corpse that has been dead for more than half a month!"

Headless Jinan looked at the thing wrapped in black cloth on the bench opposite with a slight surprise. Under the black cloth was a dead person. Judging from the height, it was a child's body, which had been dead for at least seven days.

When the old man lifted the black cloth, it was just as he guessed. It was a child's body that was black all over and highly rotten.

Because of the high degree of decay, many rotten parts of the body were tied up by red strings to prevent the soft rotten flesh from falling and causing the body to be incomplete.

Looking at the child's body with rotten flesh cracked like a broken porcelain doll and barely tied with red strings, Headless Jinan finally understood why the Yuanshen Mark called this a bad child.

This is not a bad child, this is clearly a cracked child! Which Shinto strongman is this? He is so unreliable that he can even write the wrong word in the soul mark!

Wutou Jinan complained in his heart.

Grab the immortal corpse first!

Kill the bad boy first!

The characters with two soul marks appeared.

The last one is to kill the man first!

If the old man is counted, there are two men in front of him now. If the old man is not counted, there is only one sturdy man left... Does killing the man first here mean that he wants him to kill two people? Or one person?

"Sure enough, none of these soul marks are kind, each one is a trap, deliberately tricking you into going the wrong way." Wutou Jinan couldn't help but complain in his heart again.

However, the clues in front of him are clear. The sturdy man stole the corpse and wanted to cut the face of the corpse Tai Sui tonight. He can use the corpse Tai Sui's flesh and bones to revive the dead and save the cracked boy.

Let's not talk about whether the corpse that is so decomposed that even the complete body cannot be preserved can be resurrected by Shi Tai Sui. Just say that you, a mortal, also want to make trouble for Tai Sui. This family is no different from seeking death.

Even if these two people have some skills, they can carry the corpse and know the efficacy of Shi Tai Sui, but their skills are limited. They can't reach the realm of Yuanshen out of the body and see the Yuanshen mark.

Only the second realm of Shinto can achieve Yuanshen out of the body and travel at night.

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If you can't even travel at night, then you are a first-level Qigong practitioner. Most rural Yin-Yang masters and country witches are at this level.

"It seems that this family knows a little about Yin-Yang Taoism, but their skills are not high, otherwise they would not have lived a life of poverty and hard work..."

"It should be that their ancestors had a Yin-Yang master or something like that, and by the time it was passed down to this generation, the luck had basically been exhausted and the inheritance had been broken..."

Wutou Jinan concluded in his mind based on the limited clues.

After the old man put down the cracked child, he walked to the sturdy man, and the two squatted by the brazier to burn paper money, constantly throwing paper money and paper ingots for the dead into the brazier.

The old man kept making silent eye contact with the sturdy man while burning paper money, and he glanced at Wutou Jinan several times, as if he was asking the sturdy man what was going on with this headless Taoist priest, and where did he find the headless dead man?

The sturdy man looked at Wutou Jinan nervously, not daring to criticize Wutou Jinan in person, nor did he dare to leave to talk. He could only continue to burn paper money in the brazier nervously and fearfully, with a complicated and tangled expression on his face, and occasionally exchanged glances with the old man as a reminder.

Since the old man treated him as a dead man, Wutou Jinan simply treated him as a dead man to the end, and sat still all the time, but in fact he was secretly observing the changes in the situation.

He kept thinking in his heart, what was going on with this cracked child in front of him, how did he die before he died, and where did the old man carry the body out from? The body was so highly rotten that it must have been dead for at least ten days and a half months. Did he just carry it out of the coffin for burial?

A faceless Taoist priest, a headless Taoist priest, and a highly decayed cracked child. None of the three people at the Eight Immortals Table were easy to deal with, and the atmosphere became more and more bizarre.

Thinking of the cracked child, the headless Jin An looked at the immortal corpse with the face of the corpse Tai Sui again. Who would have thought that when he looked at it, he saw that the three incense sticks inserted in the half-cooked rice in front of the immortal corpse were burned into two short and one long.

Not only did he notice it, but even the old man and the sturdy man who had been lowering their heads to burn paper money also looked up and noticed the three incense sticks, two short and one long, and their faces changed drastically, with panic, fear, and fear...