Insects are not afraid of Yang Qi, but they are afraid of something in the sun.

As more and more truths were revealed in the notebook, Tang Sanmu and Bai Meng's expressions became more solemn.

What is the connection between the ancient Celestial Gu and the disasters recorded in the notebook?

Miki was thinking in his mind when suddenly he heard bursts of crying coming from the distance.

The cry was cold and cold, penetrating into the person's spinal cord, making the hair on the body stand up unconsciously.

When a person's hair stands on end, it is not true fear. Sometimes it is the body's instinctive rejection reaction to the approaching cold breath.

This is what people often say, there is a difference between yin and yang.

Bai Meng looked around and muttered softly: "I always feel that this cry seems to be around us.

It's hard to figure out where it comes from. Could it be that the formation here hasn't been completely broken yet?

Are there other killer moves hidden here?"

"The possessed person's soul has dispersed, and his body has also been..." At this point, Tang Sanmu was stunned for a moment.

"Where's the body?" he asked.

Bai Meng was also stunned, shaking his head like a rattle.

"I don't know either. It's strange. I was supposed to be the last one to leave here yesterday.

I should know the whereabouts of the body.

But when I left, I seemed to have thrown all the corpses out of my mind, and had no such concept at all..."

When Bai Meng said this, his voice was already trembling.

Although it seems to be a subconscious negligence, it is enough to make people scared.

A person died, and he was such a strange being. How could the body he left behind be careless? How could it be ignored?

Tang Sanmu also shook his head: "Yes, I feel the same way.

It’s as if when the possessed person’s soul dissipates, the body ceases to exist and evaporates from the human world and our memories.”

Bai Meng asked: "Could it be that there is some kind of power that changes our thoughts and makes us..."

"Maybe, but I think it is more likely that this person is under the blessing of some kind of magic, or that he has been possessed by someone who should not exist in the world for a long time.

He himself is also hidden in cause and effect, and is rejected by heaven and earth.

It will not exist within the universe, nor will it exist in our memories.

The yin and yang are orderly and divided into four seasons, and the universe is moving smoothly."

What Miki said was just a guess. Bai Meng nodded thoughtfully in front of him.

At this time, the bursts of crying continued, becoming more and more shrill and getting closer.

Even when the sound sounded, Tang Sanmu could feel his hair trembling slightly.

"The body is gone, but what about the sound? How to explain it?"

"Although the magic of the Yin body to obtain wealth is mysterious, as long as the caster dies, the magic will not exist.

The sound we are hearing now has nothing to do with him.

I think something should have happened when we read the contents of this diary, which triggered some chain reactions." After Miki finished speaking, he rummaged through his pockets.

He took out the Bagua Mirror and made several gestures on the Bagua Mirror with his sword fingers stained with cinnabar.

It was broad daylight now, and the sun was clearly shining in the sky, but the cry was still gloomy.

It caused the surrounding grass and trees to sway, and it was even possible to see figures swaying in the grass.

After Tang Sanmu drew the talisman on the Bagua mirror, he whispered softly: "A ray of light brings about mystery.

The evil spirits in the universe have nowhere to hide, and all kinds of causes and effects are obvious before your eyes. Don’t let disasters bring chaos and panic!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Sanmu grabbed the mirror with his left hand. The Bagua Mirror was facing the woods in the distance.

His right hand rushed to the Bagua Mirror and slapped it hard, bang!

There was a crisp sound, so sharp that all the leaves moved at the next moment.

And all of them were leaning back. Tang Sanmu said solemnly: "Friends, look carefully, you might see something unexpected!"

When Bai Meng heard what Tang Sanmu said, he naturally didn't dare to be careless and stared ahead with wide eyes.

Bugs! Thickly packed with bugs!

When a ray of light was reflected on the trees in front of him, Bai Meng saw such a scene.

The leaves and trunks have lost their original color, and there are piles of colorful flowers everywhere.

Such a scene made several people feel numb when they saw it. Bai Meng subconsciously covered his mouth and exclaimed: "This..."

With her exclamation, the leaves shook again, and the insects disappeared in an instant.

Following closely behind were cold faces.

With his eyes wide open, he walked slowly through the woods, as if he was wandering aimlessly.

One of them was walking with his mouth wide open and making a shrill scream.

Tang Sanmu pointed his finger and said, "This is the source of that sound."

Bai Meng was already stunned and subconsciously stepped back, as if he was afraid of stepping on an insect.

As he retreated, he stared at his feet, sweat dripping from his forehead.

After the scene disappeared, she asked: "Master Tang, is the scene just now the souls of those people in the past?"

"It's the past, but it's not the soul.

One word can lead to cause and effect, and the past can be seen before your eyes.

A leaf moves with the wind, and raising your hand is like a dream."

"I... don't quite understand." Bai Meng said.

“The feng shui of this place is very special, and there are many cypress trees on the mountain.

It is said that cypress trees have the ability to record events of life and death, especially in the place where Yin gathers, this ability is even more prominent.

Just now, I used the Bagua Mirror to activate my breath and let the cypress trees present the past events recorded by themselves, reflecting a scene like a mirage."

Hearing what Tang Sanmu said, Bai Meng suddenly realized: "I have heard that cypress trees have this ability before, but I never thought that it could be used in this way."

Miki continued to open the diary and lowered his voice: "Today's words affect the memories of the past.

It's better to keep your voice down when we read this diary again, otherwise it will really lead to something terrible."

The grandfather of the owner of the diary was obviously a doctor, but he believed deeply in the Tao of Yin and Yang and was very proficient in it.

According to what is said here, although he is a doctor, he does not believe in science. Sometimes "I" even think that his superstition is abnormal.

Every time there is an activity to pray to gods or Buddhas in the village, grandpa is always the first to do so.

Perhaps he had a premonition of the disaster here, or he had heard similar legends, so he took some extreme measures.

Tang Sanmu continued to flip through the diary, reading in a low voice——

For the first time in my life, I experienced what it means to be powerless.

It's quite novel to have this experience of being pinned down in a coffin by a group of people.

Of course, I entered the coffin myself, but now I think about it! The moment I heard the seal was sealed, I regretted it.

But, I can’t help myself!

I climbed out once, and was dragged into the coffin by a group of people. No matter how hard I struggled, it was to no avail.

I have never done any work since I was a child, but these people grew up doing farm work every day. How could I possibly defeat them?

In less than a minute, I was thrown into the coffin, and then the lid of the coffin was sealed.

"Old superstition! I'm your grandson! You want to kill me!"

I was so anxious at the moment that even when facing my grandfather, I couldn't help but swear.

There was a sound of coffin nails hammering outside, nailing me inside!

"Let me out! The insect plague is coming to the government! What are you doing with this useless fuss!"

I shouted and cried, but no one paid any attention to me.

After the coffin was nailed, I felt someone pushing the coffin and pushing it to a certain position.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people turned around and left, while Grandpa knocked on the coffin a few times outside and muttered:

"Boy, don't be afraid in there. No matter what noise you hear, don't come out!"

"I want to go out, but how can I get out! Are you worthy of my parents?!" I cried.

But there was no movement outside. It sounded like grandpa had already left.

While I was crying, I banged the coffin lid hard several times. I don’t know how many nails were driven into the coffin, but it was pretty damn strong.

Cold, biting cold, not only felt by the body, but also the fear in the heart.

After struggling for a while, I gradually became tired, and the atmosphere inside the coffin made me feel suffocated.

Slowly, my spirit became trance-like, and I entered a state of half-dream and half-awake.

Later I learned that when a living person is placed in a coffin, it is a matter of life and death.

If you place the coffin in a very dark place, it is equivalent to stepping into the gate of hell.
Chapter completed!