The villain is too evil

Chapter 36 Scale Memory

The morgue of Xuanbing Mountain Villa is a black hole with rows of ice beds. In one hole, there are [-] ice beds evenly placed on both wings, where the children of Xuanbing who died unexpectedly were placed.

But elders like Liuyue, Hanxue, and Jingshui are honored and enjoy special preferential treatment. What's more, this kind of inhuman death should be isolated. It is not only respect for the dead, but also comfort for the living.

On the top of the cave, there are 28 night pearls, a special product of the East China Sea, arranged in basalt stars. The ancestral light has the meaning of comforting the dead and becoming immortals.

It's just that the elders Xuan Bing and the heads of various generations usually sleep here, with peaceful faces, not the dead faces with separated heads and mutilated bodies.

As soon as Xiao Nianzhi came in, he smelled a strong smell of blood, straight to the brain, the pungent smell was a bit overwhelming.

Fu Yan hurriedly pasted something on his nose from the side, and a trace of coolness went into his chest, immediately relieving the bloody dullness.

Xiao Nianzhi fumbled to take it, put it in his mouth and licked it, and asked at the same time: "What is this?"

Fu Yan's obediently explaining her sincere eyes were in stark contrast to Xiao Nianzhi's instantly distorted face.

"lemon."

When he said it, Xiao Nianzhi had already taken a big bite without asking anything, the sour and sharp teeth made him feel like he was in a trance, half of his body was soaked in the acid water, and the spirits kept beating one after another.

The words uttered were full of sour bubbles, Xiao Nianzhi gritted his teeth and said, "You, where did you get this thing?"

"Plucked from a tree."

Xihua turned around and said: "All the fruits grown in Xuanbing Villa are not for eating, but for viewing."

Xiao Nianzhi looked at Fu Yan with a bitter and bitter expression at this time, and Fu Yan lovingly touched his face, and said: "Master, the lemons are not for you to eat, but for you to smell and remove the smell."

Curiosity killed the cat, but a fall from a trap can lead to wisdom.

The acid left in the teeth has not subsided yet, Xiao Nianzhi reminded herself not to speak, lest when she opened her mouth, her whole head would be filled with the sour taste of lemon grinding teeth.

Xiao Nianzhi had no choice but to stay away from him to express her dissatisfaction, but Fuyan couldn't see, she kept moving closer to him, he moved as much as he moved, she had to be next to him to be comfortable.

The three corpses on the ice bed were placed in the order of death, Elder Liuyue with the worst death was the first, Elder Hanxue was the second, and Jingshui was the third.

Xihua lifted a bit of the collar on Elder Liuyue's shoulder and said, "Elder Liuyue has a short but thin scar between his shoulder and elbow."

Fu Yan leaned over to look carefully at the long and curved red scar, it was not like a sword scar, it was curved to a certain degree as if it was alive, and it did not break the skin or turn over the flesh and blood.

After hearing Xihua's words, Xiao Nianzhi interjected: "Then, in your opinion, what caused this scar?"

Fu Yan pondered for a moment, then said: "Qin strings."

Xihua didn't say a word, but looked away for a while, and then continued: "There are no similar marks on the other two elders. Elder Hanxue just lost his tongue, and Elder Jingshui was drowned."

"The way of death is different." Xiao Nianzhi said, "Did it be done by one person, or was it deliberately created to avoid suspicion?"

Xihua said silently: "It's all possible. The three of them plus Elder Xing Shu were originally candidates for the acting head, but now, three of the four have died."

Xiao Nianzhi immediately grasped the point: "You mean the competition for the position of head?"

Xihua shook his head lightly, and fell into silence again.Fu Yan kept staring at Elder Liuyue's broken neck wound, a red light flashed in her eyes, then she straightened up and said: "Not necessarily, maybe the next one to die will be an elder from the same sect."

Xihua's face did not change drastically, Xiao Nianzhi asked interestingly: "Why?"

Fu Yan immediately released the spirit to restore a trace of aura that was about to disperse from Elder Liuyue's severed neck, enlarged it, lifted it into the air, rose upwards, and disappeared after a short period of time.

"The spiritual energy in the broken neck does not belong to Xuanbing Mountain Villa, and I should have seen this spiritual energy somewhere."

Fuyan looked at Xihua's slightly discolored face, accentuated her tone, and said: "Most of the five strings on the qinse are killers who use the strings to kill people. They are not the same either. The three people died in different ways, but their meaning is only the same, torture, you can even say hatred, I think there should be no one in Xuanbing Villa who hates the elders to the bone."

Xiao Nianzhi listened to what he said, and said secretly, "Maybe there is."

Fu Yan opened her mouth, but Xi Hua expressed her guess: "If Elder Xing Shu wanted to do something to them, he probably wouldn't kill them blatantly, because it would be equivalent to putting the suspicion on him bluntly. "

Fu Yan: "Besides, maybe he is dying too."

His death meant that someone was manipulating everything behind the scenes, and it was a premeditated revenge.

Xiao Nianzhi took a long breath, closed his ears and thought.At this time, a disciple came in from outside the door with a solemn expression. He looked at the people in the cave and stammered, "Fourth, fourth son, elder Xingshu from the first door, dead, dead."

This time the death was even more tragic, the facial features were gouged out, both arms were chopped off, and blood flowed like rivers.

Xihua said he understood, and waved him to go down.

Xiao Nianzhi sighed: "You are right."

"Then how can we find the murderer now?"

Xihua thought of Molin who had been guarding Xuanbing Villa all this time, and slowly said, "They may have come here for the ghost weapon Molin."

"Ink scale?" Fu Yan asked.

"The ink scale is originally a sacred weapon of ghosts and ghosts. It can gather souls, wash them and replenish their souls. With the help of Xiazhou Duan Clan Immortal, bring it back and seal it in the bell tower in the village."

Molin has a lot of evil spirits, no matter good or bad, sometimes devours the soul of the lord, disrupting the order of the three realms with rampant madness.

"Molin can use blood to read reincarnation memories and the perception of the dead, maybe you can give it a try."

Xihua took the blood of three elders and put it into a bottle, ready to take it to the bell tower for a try.

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The bell tower of Xuanbing Mountain Villa is made of blue ice iron stone, and its appearance is ice blue. When you enter the building, you can't see the light if you don't turn on the lights, and you can't see your fingers when you stretch out your hands.

The bell tower has five floors, but in fact there are only three floors. The first floor is the base, and there is a spiral staircase leading to the second floor.

There is a huge space between the second and third floors, there is no partition, and the stairs on the first floor go up to the Tingtian knife chain with black scales.

The ink-colored scales like dragon scales are bound within it, sometimes shining with jet-black black air.

A string of Buddhist inscriptions were engraved on Mo Lin's body.

——The five viscera are mysterious and dark, the talisman binds evil spirits, tells the spirit of the dead, but evil heaven and earth.

Fu Yan looked at the string of Buddhist scriptures on it, and said: "The Buddhist scriptures mean to change this vessel into a vessel for comforting the dead."

It doesn't look very evil.

Xihua reminded them to stand a little farther away, even though Tingtian Dao was tied to it, it still couldn't completely eliminate Molin's ghostly spirit.

When Xihua was reaching out to squirt blood on the black scale, Xiao Nianzhi interrupted: "Wait, is there any prohibition in Xuanbing Villa, for example, the bell tower is a forbidden place for children?"

Unexpectedly, Xihua nodded: "Yes, but we have already entered."

It was too late for Xiao Nianzhi to regret.

When Xihua dripped blood, the blood did not reach the scales, but floated in the sky; at that moment, everyone was drawn into a void where only one candle was lit.

The three of them gathered around a table in the void, with a little candle, the yellowish light illuminated the faces of the three.

"Master." Fu Yan was dizzy for a moment and came in. The first thought was to go to see Xiao Nianzhi, and after finding that he was fine, she relaxed and surveyed the surroundings.

"Is this the inside of the scale?"

Xihua turned her head to look outside, but unfortunately she couldn't see anything, except for the light in front of her, the outside was pitch black, and she didn't know if there was a boundary or where the enchantment was.

Suddenly, a clear voice came from the void, which seemed to be the nail of life and death.

"Finally someone came, can you let me out?"

The voice was cool and accompanied by weakness, as if in a trance, it disappeared as soon as it was touched.

Xihua asked, "Who are you?"

The voice was silent for a long time, then it sounded again, saying: "I, I don't seem to remember, how long have I been here?"

Logically speaking, it is impossible for the ink scale to crush the living soul, and it is impossible for a complete person or soul to exist in it, but the appearance of this voice has to make Xiao Nianzhi and others believe that there is an existence in the ink scale that is different from the outside world, maybe they can go out And with the help of the voice.

"Do you know how to get out?" Xiao Nianzhi asked.

"I don't know, but my memory may know, you can ask."

"Your memory?"

"It's the candle on the table, but it's almost burnt out. I don't know how much I remember. You just need to hold it to see my memory."

The candles on the table suddenly burned fiercely. In just a few seconds, a layer of wax accumulated on the table.

In this situation, Xihua can't find a solution. He never knew much about his ancestors, and now he only has this method to try.

Xihua held the candle body, Fuyan held his hand, Xiao Nianzhi held Fuyan's hand.

Several people felt dizzy again, and when it gradually became clear, they were in a courtyard.

"Xiao Qian, I saw you, come out quickly."

Behind the pear tree in the yard, the girl in Tsing Yi covered her eyes with a baby voice and a slender figure, about sixteen or seventeen years old.

She pretended to yell, but no one answered her, so she secretly opened one eye, and glanced at the row of houses behind, but didn't catch a glimpse of anyone, so she didn't cover her eyes at all, and went looking for someone.

When the girl walked to the bushes where people could hide, or behind the pillars of the pavilion, she would call out: "Xiaoqian, I see you."

The girl was not discouraged when she saw no one, and went on to find the next place.

Xiao Nianzhi and the others saw that the girl had searched almost every corner of the yard but still couldn't find this person named Xiaoqian. They were a little anxious, like an abandoned child, and shouted anxiously: "Xiaoqian, Xiaoqian, where are you?" ah?!"

Maybe after seeing the girl's silly appearance in the dark for a long time, a boy in white with long hair and shawl flew down from the roof, stood behind the girl, patted her on the shoulder lightly, and said, "Listen."

The girl in Tsing Yi threw herself into his arms, giggling nonstop.

Xihua was stunned when she heard the girl's name.

Liang Ting, the name of sister Xi He, the second generation head of Xuanbing Villa, is Xi Nan.

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