Chapter 174: Beijing Suburbs Funeral Palace (17)

"Tear-tear--"

On a silent night, only the loud sound of tearing paper echoed throughout the Zhijia compound, and all the travelers looked a little numb.

They all had paper figures beside them, and at this moment the paper figures looked calmer than the travelers-because the paper figures had not yet had their eyes opened, so they were not real spirits.

They were all made according to the size of adults, both men and women, some of them were made of willow wood, and there were also a few strong ones, with pig bones inside and pig skin and chicken feathers outside, looking lifeless like zombies, even more eerie and terrifying.

Originally, Sister Qian in the warehouse suggested using dog bones and chicken feathers, but since Wei Xun said, "I'm quite interested in dogs," the dogs in the Zhijia compound survived. I don't know where Sister Qian got a pig with a sad face, and she wanted to use pig bones instead of skeletons to make a few special "paper figures."

This kind of technical work can only be taken by Bai Xiaotian and Banming Taoist, and it is also a special task. The reward is to stand at the front tonight, and let the paper-making master invited by Zhijia Courtyard put eyes on the paper figures in their hands as quickly as possible.

Obviously, there will definitely be accidents when putting eyes on the paper figures tonight. The earlier the eyes are put on, the safer it is. But if the eyes are put on earlier, it means standing at the front...

"I regret it."

The half-life Taoist said in a low voice with his eyes half empty. His stomach was growling, especially when the Zhijia Courtyard was filled with the aroma of braised pork and stewed bones, the half-life Taoist's stomach growled even louder.

Today they had a very luxurious dinner, that is, the pig. The chef of Zhijia Courtyard is good, and everyone ate very happily.

The only unhappy person was the half-life Taoist.

Meat is edible, and Taoists do not eat meat. They are talking about leeks, garlic, coriander, and onions, which have a strong smell and will leave a taste in the mouth for a long time. It is said that after eating these, the stench is too strong when chanting scriptures, which is disrespectful to the ancestors.

It was absolutely dangerous to open the eyes of paper figures at this time in the early morning. The Half-Life Taoist had to recite scriptures in advance, so he only ate some steamed buns at night.

Hunger and worry made the Half-Life Taoist look even more sad.

But the face of the Paper-Zha Master was even sadder than that of the Half-Life Taoist.

The Paper-Zha Master wore a black jacquard jacket from the Republic of China, and his face was as pale as if it was covered with paper. At first glance, all you could see in the middle of the night was his white face. It is said that he has been staying in the backyard of the Zhi Family Courtyard, and he is very mysterious. The "eye-opening ceremony" before the eye-opening in the early morning of tonight was presided over by him.

But now the Paper-Zha Master was shaking like sifting bran.

"Tear-tear-"

Every sound of tearing paper would make the Paper-Zha Master shake violently, and the Half-Life Taoist doubted whether he could still hold the brush for eye-opening.

But it was not only him who was shaking, but also Sister Qian who was watching, and some servants in the Zhi Family Courtyard.

The shaking was very rhythmic, which looked strangely funny.

But no one at the scene could laugh.

Because in the center of the courtyard of Zhijia Courtyard, there was a giant paper man as tall as a small mountain. The loud sound of tearing paper came from it. It was tearing from bottom to top very methodically. From 10 o'clock in the evening to now, there was still a small half of the upper body, head, and two arms left.

The torn paper pulp and scraps piled up into a small mountain, with a blazing flame in the middle, which looked like a grand bonfire party! But in fact, Qianjia Paper was torn in front, and Wei Xun was burning in the back. This scene was indescribably weird.

"Cui, can it really be burned?"

The devil merchant looked at the pile of shredded paper like a mountain, and the whole person was not good.

"It can be burned."

Wei Xun was very calm: "Didn't you give me a soul flame? If you burn it together, it will be burned."

"But——"

Under the hood, the devil merchant looked tangled. Yes, he finally used some abnormalities found in Zhijia Courtyard and a soul flame to exchange for the shadow puppet donkey.

Although it is an ancient soul flame, it was discovered together with the magic mirror that sealed the Undead Lord. Theoretically, it is the soul flame cultivated by the Undead Lord.

But this soul flame is not aggressive enough to burn people's souls. Its greatest function is to change color according to people's soul emotions!

It is said that the Undead Lord had a very beloved lover during his lifetime, but the lover's mood was changeable. In order to please his lover and confirm his lover's mood, the Undead Lord created such a soul flame.

Romance is very romantic, but does it have any practical effect? ​​The Devil Merchant used this flame with the breath of the Undead Lord to bluff people before, but now that he can completely subdue the Undead Lord, this flame is of no use.

When he gave the flame to Xiao Cui, he was bragging, but...

Xiao Cui would not really believe what I said, so use this flame to burn paper.

The Devil Merchant was worried, and he hesitated to speak several times, and finally shut up. Silently help Wei Xun.

This soul flame is very useful!

At the moment, the whole pile of shredded paper was burning with orange-red flames, which looked mighty and powerful. The flames were surging, illuminating half of the sky. The might of the Undead Lord was oppressing all directions, and was particularly aggressive.

But in fact, the flames were orange-red, which only meant that Wei Xun was in a very happy mood. In fact, not a single piece of Qianjia paper could be burned.

However, this soul flame was useless in the hands of the devil merchant, but it was really useful in Wei Xun's hands. After all, it was a genuine soul flame. Judging from its level alone, it could cover countless flames in the world, such as the three-color magic fire that Wei Xun obtained in northern Tibet.

If it weren't for the soul flame covering it, it would be difficult for him to take it out.

The phoenix fire, the three-color magic fire and the soul flame burned together. Under the cover of the flames, there were silverfish diligently biting the large pieces of paper that Qianjia Paper had torn into small pieces. The Qianjia Paper burned faster than Wei Xun expected. Hurry up.

'fire Fire--'

As the blazing flames burned, the token hidden in Wei Xun's brocade bag became slightly hot. It was as if the remaining consciousness of Death Ming was attracted by the monstrous flames. Even the old token has a slight shine.

Ming Nai Huode, Qianjia Paper was burned by the flames, which indeed caused the reaction of the token. It's just that Qianjia Paper is an aggregation of countless incomplete paper figures from various dynasties and generations from ancient times to the present. It cannot represent any dynasty alone, so the reaction of the token is not too big.

But if Granny Zhi were a paper figurine from the Ming Dynasty, the flames she would burn would be extraordinary.

Grandma Zhi's transformation into a human being during a funeral may be just a pretense. Let others mistakenly think that her goal is to transform into a human being, not to burn as a paper man, trigger the token, and serve as an introduction to lead the Seven Emperors of the Ming Dynasty to return to the imperial mausoleum...

In this case, who would stop Granny Zhi from going to the funeral?

Wei Xun thought, but the speed of burning Qianjia Paper was not slow at all.

'Happy - so happy -'

Qianjiazhi tore its own head into pieces and threw it into the blazing flames. Its two huge arms tore each other, and the giant paper pieces fell down and were swallowed by the flames. It is laughing with joy!

Countless laughter mixed together, including men and women, old and young. The twisted joy that was burned by the fire unconsciously seduced everyone, making people feel refreshed and unable to help but want to throw themselves into the blazing fire. !

"Calm down."

Zhou Xiyang shouted in a low voice, suppressing his mental fluctuations, and looked at Wei Xun worriedly. The influence of Bing250 in the middle of the flame should be the deepest! The devil merchant instantly moved away from the flames, his face looking ugly. Just now his SAN value almost reached zero! The devil merchant simply floated away from the earth, and the body under his cloak had been alienated and turned into a ghost state.

The burning paper man will return to the underworld, and the mental disturbance suffered by the people standing on the earth will be more serious.

But Wei Xun remained normal, holding a drop of purified royal jelly in his mouth.

Purified royal jelly is not sweet and is completely different from magic honey. It has strong sourness and strong spiciness and is not delicious. But the effect of this drop of purified royal jelly is comparable to that of a hundred times concentrated and purified magic honey! Now that everyone in the Zhi Family Courtyard has lost their SAN, only Wei Xun's SAN value is still very stable.

The mental consciousness of Dream Chaser and Black Widow have temporarily left, because the examiner will appear at zero o'clock, and they have to avoid it temporarily.

As midnight gradually approached, the devil merchants, tourists, and everyone in the Zhijia compound began to become nervous.

Not only were they nervous, the audience in the live broadcast room and the big guys from the east and west districts who were paying attention to this journey were all sweating.

If it was just a small fight before, once the team leader assessment begins...this journey will completely enter the third level of extreme danger!

* *

"Anyway, Nezha Ling Qianjia Zhi and others have appeared. This journey has already exceeded the third level. No matter how difficult it is, it can't be difficult, right?"

On the way home, in the movie theater, Mao Xiaole, Wang Pengpai and others gathered together to watch Bing 250 set fire to Qianjia Paper.

"Burning Qianjia Paper was the right decision."

Mao Xiaole muttered: "The paper man will definitely repay his kindness."

Qianjiazhi now jumped out of the assessment and was burned directly by Bing250 until his wish was fulfilled. That Bing250 is its absolute benefactor, and it will stay and repay its kindness before it completely goes to the underworld.

A good paper person is a paper person who is truly on his side.

Wang Yushu asked: "The captain is in the bedroom?"

"Yes, he should be asleep, so as not to disturb the * * * performance."

Although he said this, Wang Pengpai had a solemn expression and lowered his voice:

"The entire virtual lobby was closed just now, and the hotel was shaken... I suspect it was ***'s hand."

After all, the person in charge of the current rotation is..., and if * * * wants to be the examiner, he will definitely have a conflict with...

"...Weak and anxious."

Wan Xiangchun said expressionlessly: "The main body is dead, even if the slice is still there, he is still the person in charge. He is also being polluted and weakened."

"Now, even a hand from the Inca Sun Gate can't suppress him. Who still remembers how strong he used to be?"

"Well, that's all in the past."

Wang Pengpeng shook his head: "Isn't that what we thought before? If something really happened to Captain An, at least he can still go the same old way... Hey, no wonder... He's always been against us recently, I’m just jealous when I co-author it.”

If Bing250 hadn't suddenly appeared, An Xuefeng might have had no choice but to take this path.

"I feel something is wrong."

But Mao Xiaole frowned and muttered: "Just a * * * beating... shouldn't make such a big noise."

"... Throwing a rat weapon and waiting for the year-end celebration to turn around, it's impossible to attack with all your strength. He should just bluff and then retreat."

How could it possibly cause the virtual lobby to be temporarily closed?

The Butcher Alliance has never caused such a big commotion before!

It was as if two powerful principals were fighting with all their strength!

"I can't figure it out."

Wang Pengpai and the others were also puzzled: "Does anyone want to be the examiner? But this is just the examiner of Bing 250, and he is not the referee of the year-end celebration. Why is the competition so fierce??"

It's just the position of examiner, right?

* *

"Happy - Paper is so happy!"

At 11:59, with the last sigh of satisfaction, Qianjia Paper finally disappeared in the blazing fire! The flames rolled, and the once pale and dirty pulp paper turned into fine and floating golden glow.

The soul flame almost turned bright red, which was affected by the purest joy of Qianjiazhi!

In the flames, Wei Xun took out Ladybug. The little ladybug had been overdone. Most of it was gold, which represented responsibility. Only a tiny dot on the back was still red, which represented joy. After being taken out by Wei Xun, it desperately began to absorb the remaining joy after Qianjia Paper was burned, while Wei Xun looked at the floating golden glow.

These golden lights dispersed and gathered together, outlining the outline of a huge Qianjia paper in the dark night sky. It is Qianjia Paper, but it is no longer the same. Without resentment and pollution, its momentum becomes purer, but it is also more powerful.

The Qianjia paper condensed with golden light bowed deeply to Wei Xun, then fell like a golden meteor and poured into Wei Xun's right arm, leaving a small golden mark on his wrist.

【You are grateful for Qianjia Paper! Qianjia Paper will help you do it three times for free! 】

'Want - skin -'

While Qianjiazhi got his wish, Mr. Peeling appeared spontaneously. It still had a donkey's head on its head and was covered in scarlet. Its dead donkey eyes stared at the remaining golden glow of Qianjia Paper, and its chaotic and crazy eyes seemed to wake up for a moment.

Qianjiazhi got what he wanted, and he also wanted to get what he wanted!

"Here you go."

The devil merchant did not hesitate to take out the shadow puppet donkey and threw it towards Mr. Skinner! After getting the shadow puppet donkey, the devil businessman realized that the two could not coexist and fuse, but were in a relationship that devoured each other. He had to choose a direction!

If you choose a shadow puppet donkey, the evaluation tendency will be the traditional donkey shadow puppet. If you choose the Mr. Skinner, the evaluation tendency will be the traditional Mr. Skinner. The two cannot coexist!

It stands to reason that the hotel prompt named 'performance' related attractions, that is, the Yangshou Town Funeral Palace attraction project should be biased towards performances. In this way, choosing the shadow puppet donkey should be more in line with the assessment.

But the Devil Merchant took a fancy to what Mr. Peeling introduced:

‘Skin with a soul is most suitable for being made into shadow puppets, and can even be performed in front of the emperor! ’

‘Mr. Skinning’s lifelong wish is to perform a shadow puppet show in front of the emperor! ’

Yangshou Town Funeral Palace is a scenic spot that can only be reached at night. It will take another one to two days to visit this scenic spot, and after fusing the tendency object, the devil merchant will be strongly affected by the other party at all times.

The Devil Merchant is self-aware that this is an extremely dangerous journey, and even if he suffers the slightest negative impact from the ghostly state of alienation, it is very likely that he will not be able to withstand it.

Therefore, before considering whether it is suitable, he must first consider the possibility of success.

The devil merchant looked at Wei Xun and saw the token in his hand.

What's more, he also accepted a commissioned task at the same time!

The Devil Merchant also has his own arrogance. He is the strongest rising star tour guide this year, so how can he be so much worse than Xiaocui?

Only by having a relationship with the emperor can he participate in the commissioned tasks!

‘Hahahaha—it’s skin, it’s skin! ! ’

The skinned butcher laughed crazily in mid-air, and the hook in his hand caught the shadow puppet donkey exactly! At the same time, the skinning knife in the devil merchant's hand also changed its appearance, with a donkey skin scabbard on the outside. There was a huge, bloodshot donkey's eye in the middle of the scabbard, staring at him with hatred and resentment.

[You have obtained the complete team leader assessment tendency: ‘Mr. Traditional Skinning’! 】

"Determine the assessment tendency!"

The devil merchant did not hesitate. The sharp skinning knife instantly turned into a black light and penetrated into his body. For a moment, the devil merchant's face showed a look of pain, and under his cloak, his ghostly body began to grow a layer of plush skin!

Not enough, not enough skin...

Chaotic and noisy sounds echoed through the devil merchant's mind.

Skin... not enough.

The extremely strong desire twisted his nerves. Everyone and everything around him, as long as they had skin, were extremely tempting to the devil merchant! He gasped hard and tried to cover his painful head. When he raised his hand, he found that his right hand had turned into a sharp skinning knife!

‘If you can’t peel off other people’s skin – then peel off your own skin! ’

Unable to attack others, the crazy Mr. Skinner can only peel off his own skin in the end, and what should you choose? !

The devil merchant did not make a move. He took a step towards Wei Xun in a depressed, difficult and confused manner.

Yu Hehui stood vigilantly between Wei Xun and the devil merchant, fearing that he would go crazy and take action. But Wei Xun didn't look at the devil merchant. After Mr. Skinner devoured the shadow puppet donkey and roughly understood what would happen to the fused tendencies, Wei Xun withdrew his gaze.

Wei Xun held the token. The soul flame surged forward, burning around him, showing an orange-yellow color that represented peace. Orange flames cover up the golden responsibility bug.

At this moment, a faint shadow appeared on the body of the Responsible Demonic Insect. It was exactly like what Daoist Feng had seen back then, a blond boy who looked like a little prince. Time is limited, and the Responsible Demonic Insect has not been able to completely enter its strongest maturity stage, but it has also initially entered adulthood and has its own mental state!

The little prince at the fingertips has firm eyes and a cheerful and optimistic smile on his face. He held Wei Xun's finger tightly with one hand, and held the token in the other hand. The entire reflected token emits a faint golden light.

Eleven fifty-nine minutes, fifty seconds.

There are ten seconds left until midnight. The New Year painting Nezha also appeared. He stood expressionlessly on the roof of the Zhi family compound, looking up at the sky.

What's in the sky?

"Confirm the assessment tendency."

Wei Xun merged into the Ming Dynasty token! The token and the responsibility demon worm turned into golden light and merged into Wei Xun's body.

'Ming-Ming! ! '

The remaining resentment of countless Ming Dynasty people instantly poured into Wei Xun's mind, but stopped before going crazy and assimilating him.

'Can't... He is the last keeper of the mausoleum...'

'The imperial mausoleum... Don't hurt him...'

'Can't...'

'You have to... Protect him...'

'Only we can...'

The infection of the responsibility demon worm was successful!

Wei Xun's forehead was covered with cold sweat. It was too difficult to carry the mental emotions of a fallen dynasty. Even if the other party did not pollute his mind, just existing in his mind was a huge burden for Wei Xun! The drop of royal jelly that had not been consumed by the burning of Qianjia paper disappeared quickly. Yu Hehui, who was standing by, was quick-witted and fed Wei Xun another drop.

And now Wei Xun's full attention was on stabilizing his mind, and everyone else's attention was on Wei Xun.

The traditional paper-making master trembled and picked up the pen.

It was so funny. No one cared that it was already midnight and it was time to start putting the eyes.

What else could the paper-making master say? He was just a small paper-making master. He didn't dare to delay at all and put the eyes on the paper-made man quickly. There was no need to draw the upper and lower eyelids in detail. The eyes were black and white. Just put two black dots and it would be considered a success!

When the first paper-made man with bean eyes appeared, suddenly there was a strong wind, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and the earth shook. It seemed that countless terrifying beings under the ground were about to revive - it was the Yin Messenger and the Yin Army!

The paper man was buried, and the underworld would not tolerate it! The paper-made man that would be used for the funeral would be completely destroyed. This was a warning to Granny Zhi!

This was the rule of the underworld, and even Nezha Ling could not interfere.

Originally, the travelers should have fought against the Yin army tonight to protect the paper figures.

But this little Yin wind had just started to blow, and it was completely dissipated by the thunder and lightning in the night sky!

The originally dead and dark night sky suddenly rang with thunder. There was no sign of rain, but there were lightning and thunder, like a scene of the end of the world!

‘Conferring—’

A deep and majestic voice sounded in the lightning and thunder. This voice penetrated the thunder. When it sounded, boundless pressure descended from the dark sky. Mei Keer was shocked and turned into a cat ball. The three wolves in the west also turned into wolves, looking at the sky in fear. That was the power that made them fear and panic from the bottom of their hearts.

It was a dragon.

The half-life Taoist felt bitter. Holding the token of Sanmao Zhenren, he could still stand firm in the thunder and block Hong Jiang and Bai Xiaotian.

And this is not an ordinary dragon. It is a dragon condensed from the imperial energy, representing a former emperor!

The devil merchant, who could hardly suppress the crazy voice in his head, suddenly woke up, and the skinning knife in his right hand disappeared in an instant. The whole person returned to normal.

How could he show his weapon in front of the emperor? This is disrespectful!

All those crazy and chaotic emotions were suppressed by themselves, leaving only obedience and awe, as if he wanted to show the best of himself in front of the emperor.

Sure enough, he bet right!

The devil merchant breathed a sigh of relief. The token of the fourth scenic spot of Xiaocui could slightly suppress Mr. Skinning!

Seeing Wei Xun standing in the lightning and thunder, and seeing a faint light that came from nowhere, covering him, the devil merchant's heart was filled with complex emotions and even more awe.

Not just being influenced by Mr. Skinning, but awe of a former emperor and a strong man.

Only the emperor can confer the title of the head of the tomb keeper!

‘Conferring, Wei Xun of the Wei family, as the head of the contemporary tomb keeper’

The name of the title was actually his real name?

Wei Xun's heart moved slightly. He was clearly a tour guide now, and according to the hotel rules, he was Bing 250, but he didn't expect that -

However, this canonization was a sound that only he could hear, more like some kind of rules on another level. Wei Xun suddenly became very interested in the emperor, and he stared at the sky.

The thick clouds in the sky were torn apart and gathered again, and the dark golden light reflected on the clouds, and in a trance it looked like a huge, dark golden dragon head. It stretched out of the sky and stared at the earth. But the horns on its head seemed to be broken alive, stained with ominous black.

'Take charge of the sacrifice and guard the Ming Emperor's Mausoleum! '

As soon as the voice fell, a fiery red official robe appeared, covering the outside of Wei Xun's cloak. It was the emperor's canonization, like a burning flame, but the rich red color only remained fiery red at first, then it gradually dimmed, and finally turned into a dark red like dried blood, covered with black cracks like thorny spider webs.

At one point, Wei Xun even felt that the official robe would tear, but the token in his mind emitted a faint golden light, which reflected on the official robe and finally stabilized it.

The seven emperors of the Ming Dynasty did not enter the imperial mausoleum and were demoted to kings by Yingzong. If there was no cooperation from the consciousness of the dead Ming in the token, his canonization would not be recognized by the Ming Mausoleum.

"Tsk, how come it has become so dark, it's really ugly."

The New Year painting Nezha snorted coldly, expressionless. The dragon shadow in the sky nodded slightly at him, and stared at Wei Xun with a majestic gaze.

Wei Xun was also looking at it, and even Yu Hehui lowered his head and did not look at the dragon shadow in the sky. Wei Xun looked calmly.

One second, five seconds, or even longer, until the dragon shadow disappeared, Wei Xun seemed to hear a long sigh.

'This world is no longer the world of the Ming Dynasty'

The voice was no longer majestic, nor was there too much crazy resentment, only loneliness.

Nezha Ling was no longer the Nezha Ling of the Ming Dynasty, and the tomb keeper... was no longer a tomb keeper loyal to the Ming Dynasty.

‘I just want to... settle the old grudge’

This was the promise given by the emperor. In addition to returning to the imperial tomb, he would not do anything else, and there was no meaning.

When an era ends, it will never come back.

“Is this the emperor of ancient times?”

A strange and cold male voice sounded beside Wei Xun. He spoke English, with a pure London accent, with a little arrogant nobility, which could not help but remind people of the castles and manors in the Middle Ages, and those powerful noble dukes.

Wei Xun looked over, but saw that a black shadow appeared beside the devil businessman at some point. His face and clothes could not be seen clearly, but just from his standing posture, he could make people feel elegant and noble.

[The assessment tendencies have been selected, the team leader assessment officially began, and the candidates met the chief examiner! ]

The chief examiner is here?

Then his chief examiner is——

Plop

Wei Xun's heartbeat suddenly got out of control, his chest felt slightly hot, and his Adam's apple felt itchy. This familiar yet strange feeling was -

"Danger!"

"Crack!"

Suddenly, Yu Hehui screamed danger, and a blood-red lightning as thick as a bucket struck Wei Xun from the air without any warning! The Seventh Emperor of the Ming Dynasty had almost fallen into the evil dragon spirit because of resentment. If you are canonized by the evil dragon and help the evil dragon, you will be punished by heaven!

"Hey!"

The New Year painting Nezha threw out the Qiankun Circle in an instant, but only dispersed most of the lightning, and there was still a beam of lightning that struck Wei Xun fiercely. In an instant, Wei Xun took out a scarlet cloak. The defense of the Ximing people's cloak was too good, and Wei Xun had always kept one. But just when Wei Xun took out the cloak completely, he suddenly shook his body and moved forward a little.

The lightning that originally struck his head now struck behind Wei Xun. The next moment, the lightning disappeared out of thin air!

[Attack the person in charge——]

[Provoke the hotel——]

[Erasure as a warning]

In the chaotic and noisy background of disturbing mumbling, only Wei Xun could hear the voice clearly. As if realizing something strange, Wei Xun opened his eyes wide in surprise, and even the soul flame burning beside him turned into purple, which represented curiosity.

Although others could not hear it, they also saw the lightning that struck Wei Xun disappear out of thin air! Everyone's eyes fell on Wei Xun, and a few sharp-eyed people noticed in horror——

Behind Wei Xun, two tall black shadows stretched out!