C127 snare

The Mr. Zhao said in shock: "Old man, you want to possess your body yourself?"

The gloomy voice said lightly: "Yes, I want to possess. Borrowing a corpse to repay a soul is, after all, a passerby within this body. Only possession can allow me to truly possess it. Is this kid's soul still intact? "

Mr. Zhao acted like a lackey: "Complete, very complete."

He patted his body on the forehead and said, "Say hello. "You don't even know how to ask when you see someone. How did I teach you at home?"

My physical body lazily said: "Greetings, old man. My name is Hu Chujiu."

It struck me: the voice was my own, after all. But this tone, it was a bit like Erhu.

Could it be that the soul inside his body is Er Hu? What was going on?

The sullen voice said, "Very well. Very good. Get ready, I'm going to possess. "

Small Week replied, but remained standing and did not move.

The gloomy voice was somewhat unhappy. "Why don't you go and prepare?"

The Small Week said, "Possession requires an exchange of souls. This kid is just an ordinary person, what right do you have to enjoy this old man's incense? "

The gloomy voice said, "Is that all I want? "What a short-sighted person."

Small Week immediately bowed, as if he was ashamed. Then he turned away and pulled a table out of nowhere. He placed candles and incense on the table.

As he was arranging the items, the Mr. Zhao asked the idol curiously: "Old man, have you been living inside the idol all this time?"

The gloomy voice let out a series of strange laughter, and did not answer Mr. Zhao's words.

Mr. Zhao said with emotion, "I heard from someone that there would always be some unlucky fellows amongst the students of Wuzhong who would muddle along and walk into the middle of waste grave. When they come out again, it would seem weird. Now, it seems like it was all done by the little imps under the old man's command. "

The gloomy voice acknowledged, "That's right. These kids are loyal. I want to reward them. "

When I heard this, I suddenly noticed that the Old Man Sun outside the door was trembling in excitement.

The gatekeeper looked at him with disdain, "Even if you want a reward, it's not on your head. You can't even get through the door, what are you so excited about? "

Old Man Sun scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "After all, there is a chance and I can still work hard."

The gatekeeper rolled his eyes. "I hope you have the chance."

He only heard Mr. Zhao say: "When the ghosts under the elders' hands steal someone else's body, they often take a period of time to voluntarily give up and return back to you. As a result, there are many students in the Wuzhong who get sick all year round and never wake up.

The gloomy voice said, "That's right, these little imps don't want to part with me. It's fine if they wander around for a few days to relax, but in the end, they have to return. If a kite flew high, wouldn't it have to be pulled along by a line? "

I thought: It's not that these kids don't want to run, it's probably because they can't.

Mr. Zhao curiously asked: "But what I am curious about, what about the soul that they caught? For example, where did the souls of the Wuzhong students go? The frequency at which they capture people isn't high, but over the years, there have been at least a few dozen people, right? "

The gloomy voice smiled and said, "Light the lamp."

The Inside the house was actually lit up by a lamp, but it was more like a bright light inside the temple. It had been burning for a long time, but it was not strong, so everything was pitch black and could not be seen clearly.

Now that the so called elder had ordered for the lamp to be lit, Small Week had brought a candle and ignited all the oil lamps in Inside the house.

I discovered that this Great Inside the house was almost filled with oil lamps. The oil lamps seemed to be gathered together in a mess, but I knew in my heart that they must have some sort of secret art pattern.

After igniting all the oil lamps, the room was illuminated by the interweaving flames. Then, I noticed that the walls were filled with pictures.

These scenes were all very terrifying. Some of them were holding a ghost and were throwing it into the frying pan. Some of the kids held a large saw and cut their souls in half. Some of the kids were burning iron plates, burning red, forcing the kids to walk over them.

The contents of the diagram should be depicting the legendary eighteen levels of hell, but the difference with the Underworld was, the suffering ghosts were mostly wearing school uniforms, and should be the students of the Wuzhong.

The students were tortured to death by the oil and saw. What was even more terrifying was that after their suffering, their souls would quickly return to their original state and suffer a second time.

It would be too desperate to live only for the sake of suffering.

I looked at them one by one and saw that the more I looked at them, the more cruel they became, and the more they hurt my soul. When the last form of torture was carried out, it was an ordinary stone grinder. The soul was stuffed into the hole, and the kid pushed him around and around.

In the end, the soul turned into a thick red paste and was placed into a bowl. The last image was a woman lying on a bed. Her eyes were closed and she was unconscious, and a man with his back to us fed her spoonful by spoonful.

It seemed that it was impossible to rebirth a soul that had been grinded with stone, because all of it had been eaten by this woman.

Logically speaking, the soul should be an absolute tonic. If one ate a soul, whether they were a living person or a ghost, they would be full of energy and extend their lifespan. Some evil spirits were even dominating a region, and they were extremely powerful.

But this woman was very strange. She had clearly eaten a soul, but she was gaunt and skinny, with a bag of bones wrapped around her neck, and a malnourished look on her face.

The gloomy voice spoke again, he said to the Mr. Zhao: "You saw it right? The location of the souls is here. "

Mr. Zhao looked at the fresco as if he was admiring a piece of art, then asked puzzledly, "The man in the painting seems to be you, old man."

With Mr. Zhao's reminder, I suddenly realized that the man in the painting is the statue of the God. He looked exactly like the back of the statue.

The gloomy voice said, "That's right, that's me. The woman in the bed is my beloved wife. She was suffering from a strange illness, just like those oil lamps. The lamp oil was already at its end, and the flames were swaying, ready to be extinguished at any time by the wind. In order to save her, I captured these soul fragments to extend her life. "

The voice said with emotion, "These students are at a very good age. There was vitality, energy, and a long lifespan. It is also thanks to them that my beloved wife was able to persevere for so long. "

Mr. Zhao nodded his head vigorously: "Love is stronger than gold, it is touching." As he spoke, he even raised his sleeves to wipe the tears at the corners of his eyes.

I thought to myself, Isn't this too much of a play?

While I was watching attentively, the horse beside me suddenly nudged me. I looked over my shoulder and saw that he was looking at me strangely again, which made me feel uncomfortable, so I stepped aside.

But the rope was so short, and it was inconvenient for me to walk, so much was already the limit, but the horse moved closer and closer to me.

I had to stand patiently by the hitching post.

I looked down and saw that the horse was biting my finger. My hand was bleeding, dripping blood.

Angry and anxious, I kicked the horse. Then, I wanted to go and call Old Man Sun to pull the horse away.

The horse was looking at me again. Not only was it looking at me, there was also a pleading look in its eyes.

I suddenly felt my heart soften, so I didn't say anything. I tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around my finger. I thought: Fortunately, I am a soul.

Just as I was thinking that, I heard the Small Week say, "Everything is ready, we can begin to possess."

The gloomy voice said, "Very good. Let's begin."

The Small Week took off the outer garment on my body first, then removed a piece of silk from the statue. My outer coat was placed on top of the statue, and as for the silk cloth, it wrapped around my body.

This feeling was as though I had exchanged clothes with the deity statue.

After Small Week was done, he said respectfully, "You can exchange for my soul."

The gloomy voice responded indifferently, and the Inside the house returned to silence.

Suddenly, there was a slight flash of white light that fell into my eyes. I couldn't help but blink.

This white light was emitted from Mr. Zhao's hands. I turned my head to see clearly that he was holding onto a long needle.

I was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, I felt that I had guessed the Mr. Zhao's plan. This was a very bold and crazy plan.

From my guess, no matter what the reason is, Mr. Zhao wants to deal with that old man. But Mr. Zhao had also realized that he might not be a match for the old man. So he thought of a way to use my body to tempt the old man to possess me.

After he entered my body, the Mr. Zhao pierced a needle into my head. In this way, my body will become a cage, trapping the old man within.

Once this old man is captured by the Mr. Zhao, the little ghosts around him will no longer be a threat. Aren't we supposed to torture him however we want?

Thinking of this, my heart started to thump loudly. I anxiously looked at Mr. Zhao and prayed that he would succeed. He failed. I lost my fleshly body, and his soul was destroyed. If he succeeds, we can return to the human world and punish the kids here.

As the possession began, I saw a wisp of black gas emerge from the statue and envelop my body.

At this time, Old Man Sun suddenly said, "That's not right. Isn't this the kid's physical body? His soul is in my hands, who's the soul in his body? "

When Old Man Sun said this, he looked at me. I spread my hands.

Old Man Sun's expression changed, and he said: "Not good, there's a trick behind this."

Just as he was about to rush to Inside the house, he was stopped by the little demon guarding the door: "Are you sick of living? "If you don't want to live, then go commit suicide. Don't rush in so rashly. Do you have to go and make life difficult for me?"

In a moment of desperation, Old Man Sun shouted into the house: "Elder, don't take over my body, that body is a trap."