Volume 3: The Sword That Shines on the Demon Clan Chapter 75: Horror Legend
"Are you sure you've been wandering in the woods for half an hour?" Wang Chen suddenly asked, looking thoughtful.
"What? Can't you feel how long I've been gone?" Murong Aotian sneered.
Wang Chen was stunned. It was undoubtedly only a few breaths for Murong Aotian to go in and out, but looking at Murong Aotian's appearance, he didn't seem to be lying. Besides, what was the point of telling a lie that no one would believe?
Just as everyone in the field focused their attention on Murong Aotian, each with their own thoughts, no one noticed that in the landscape painting behind Wang Chen, a figure suddenly turned around and stared at Wang Chen's back.
Almost at the same time, Wang Chen felt a sense of being watched. He felt different from ordinary people and instantly determined that this feeling came from behind him. He turned around abruptly and stared at the landscape painting. Almost immediately, his eyes were cast on the seven people in the cave.
"What's wrong?"
The sudden movement immediately attracted the attention of three people.
"There's something wrong with this painting." Wang Chen said as he looked at the landscape painting carefully.
Oh? The middle-aged man came over and looked at the landscape painting carefully for a moment. Suddenly, he stroked the brown water stain on the corner of the painting page with his hand, and his expression changed slightly.
"These are traces of corpse oil!" the middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
Corpse oil is the oil that overflows from the decomposition of fat in a corpse when it is in a highly decomposed state. In the hands of certain evil people, this disgusting and filthy thing can often be used as a tool for practicing and performing evil magic. It is something that carries an extremely evil color.
When Wang Chen heard this, he didn't feel anything. However, the woman who was about to get closer to take a closer look took two steps back with a look of disgust on her face.
"You said this is corpse oil?" Murong Aotian came closer after hearing what the middle-aged man said. I think this is clearly an ordinary landscape painting, there are many in the market. And this stain is just a trace left after being damp. Murong Aotian glanced at the painting and said disapprovingly, and a hand stretched out to prove something.
The middle-aged man frowned but did not stop it.
Murong Aotian stretched out two fingers, pinched a corner of the painting, and pulled it hard.
Snap…
A teeth-grinding sound was heard, as if the painting was stuck with some silk thread or something, and when he pulled it, the whole painting did not lift up, but only tore off a corner.
Sure enough, there is something strange.
Wang Chen had a bad feeling in his heart.
Murong Aotian let out a cry and exerted more force with his hands. A strange "squeaking" sound pierced the silence, like countless dry hairs being pulled, stretched straight, and yet reluctantly breaking, connected into one piece and piercing the hearts and lungs of everyone in the field.
The entire painting was finally opened, with strands of torn black hair hanging down to one side on the back. Some of the hair was blown by the breeze and brushed against Murong Aotian's hand, causing him to throw the painting aside in panic.
At this moment, the wall behind the scroll was pulled and ripped, and a large piece of wall fell off, revealing a mass of messy, dense and somewhat dry hair.
How disgusting. The woman recalled the creaking sound made by pulling out the hair just now, and felt uncomfortable in her heart, and couldn't help but say.
How could there be so much hair in this wall? Wang Chen frowned.
Some backward countries sometimes use animal hair to mix with mud and stones for construction purposes, but this technique has long been eliminated, and the amount of hair in front of us is a bit too much.
When the middle-aged man saw the clump of hair, a solemn look appeared on his face. He walked forward slowly, found a wooden stick from somewhere, and started fiddling with the hair on the wall.
He quickly pushed aside the hair, revealing a dry and pale human face. The face was like a skeleton wrapped in human skin, but it was not as sallow as ordinary mummies. Instead, it looked very pale, with eyes closed and a look of pain on his face. He looked like a terminally ill person who was painfully waiting for death.
Wang Chen and the other three were shocked and took a step back.
There's actually a corpse sealed in this wall? There's a ghost outside the house and a corpse inside the wall? !
“Sure enough…” the middle-aged man murmured.
"What's the truth, uncle?" Fortunately, everyone present had seen blood and corpses before. Although they were terrified, they remained calm. The woman suppressed her fear, swallowed her saliva and asked.
The middle-aged man had a solemn expression on his face. He no longer looked at the corpse in the wall, but walked slowly to the wooden table in the living room and sat down thoughtfully.
Uncle, you tell me, what is it? Seeing the abnormal behavior of the middle-aged man, Murong Aotian seemed to restrain himself a lot, and even followed the woman to call him uncle .
The middle-aged man's eyes were somewhat dazed, and he no longer had the calm and wise look he had just had. He was stunned for a long while before he spoke:
"This is the House of Thousand Corpses... I've heard about it from my elders before, but I never thought it actually existed. We're done for this time."
"What 'House of Thousand Corpses'? Why don't you explain it clearly?" Murong Aotian didn't know whether it was because of extreme fear or panic in his heart, he shouted without caring about courtesy.
The middle-aged man didn't care, but just slowly told a story from the past.
There is a village in the southern part of the Tang Dynasty , originally named Wangjia Village. Later, because the authorities believed that the name of the village offended the fortune of the royal family, it was ordered to be changed to Yujia Village. Although Yujia Village was renamed, it is not known whether it really borrowed the fortune of the royal family. Several talents emerged one after another, and the children in the village were much smarter than those in other places. They were better than children in other villages in both literature and martial arts. After decades of word of mouth, it was said that this village was blessed by the mountain gods, making it a very famous and prosperous village in the vicinity.
The days passed peacefully. One day, the villagers went into the mountains to hunt, but suddenly they found a house inexplicably appeared in the forest behind the village. The hunter was brave and saw that the house was unique and clean, and the whole house was painted red as if new. Although he was puzzled, he pushed the door open without thinking too much. He saw that there were actually several gods enshrined in the hall.
There are only about a hundred households in Yujia Village, and it is located in a remote area. Any news will spread throughout the village almost instantly, but no one has ever heard of anyone building such a house. It is as if it suddenly grew overnight.
When Yu Sanduo, the chief of Yujia Village, learned about this, he went to check it out. After a little thought, he was overjoyed, believing that it was the appearance of the mountain god. He celebrated it as if it were a festival, lighting candles and burning incense, and regarded the suddenly appeared house as the home of the mountain god, worshipping it with lavish incense.
However, on the second day of this happy event, something went wrong.
One day, Yu Sanduo was practicing a set of basic sword techniques in front of his house to strengthen his body, but he saw a villager running over in a panic and banging the wooden door of his courtyard. He opened the door unhappily and was about to scold him, but he only heard the villager reporting to him in a panic that something happened at Yu Tiezhu's house in the north of the village. A family of five, including the old and the young, hanged themselves in the house. The villagers did not dare to move, so they asked the village chief to go and check.
When Yu Sanduo heard the news, he was horrified. He didn't even bother to care about the villager's lack of manners. He rushed to Yu Tiezhu's house without even changing his clothes.
