Chapter 334: Yinshan Village

Kong Xuyang was delighted but surprised: "What are you doing with this book?"

"For seeking wealth." Bai Liu said indifferently.

Bai Liu unfolds the book and several large and small slips of paper slip inside, he bends down and picks them up and pats them, lining them up on the page without slowing down.

The notes are all IOUs, with amounts owed ranging from a few thousand to hundreds of thousands of dollars, each with the date of repayment heavily circled in red, and two exclamation marks, so you can see the fear and urgency of the person concerned.

Bai Liu stroked his chin in realization, "I seem to owe someone a lot of money."

Kong Xuyang looked over and laughed twice in contempt, saying "poor bastard".

Bai Liu has been given a persona that really suits him, a hobo both in and out of the game, and a short-lived man who is short of money.

Bai Liu plays a gangster who has been out of school since junior high school and has been in trouble with the law two or three times.

By this time, the man had already owed a lot of money and the moneylender started to bite him, saying that if he could not pay, his legs would be broken and he would crawl on the ground for the rest of his life.

The man was so frightened that he sought out an evil Taoist he knew, saying if there was any way to make me a fortune.

The Taoist said that if you are really short of money, you can find a place of extreme yin to borrow yin wealth, the heavier the yin energy, the more horizontal wealth you will get.

When the fool heard this, he coincided with an archaeological team informing him to return to his hometown, and he was overjoyed - is there any place in the world that is more haunted than his dirty old home, where he had dug up an ancient tomb?

Wouldn't he be rich if he borrowed yin money in a place like this!

But fearing that something might happen to him if he borrowed ill-gotten gains, the man kept an eye out and carefully asked the Taoist if something wouldn't happen to me if I borrowed ill-gotten gains like this?

When this evil Taoist heard that he wanted to return to his hometown to borrow yin wealth, he told him that borrowing the yin wealth of his ancestors was just a lack of virtue, but no big deal, you would have some small bad luck, but there would be no bloodshed, you were after all a descendant of this village.

But this Taoist probably did not expect that this man's village would actually be the small village of Yinshan, a village with bizarre funerary practices.

Generally speaking, it is not a big deal for the descendants to borrow their ancestors' yin wealth. Even if the ancestors are angry with you for not being able to compete, they will only come to settle the score with you when you die and go to hell, and teach you, the unfilial descendants, a lesson that they will not easily do during your lifetime, after all, you are also considered their blood relatives, and they still count on you to burn incense and sacrifice.

But what if your ancestors never made it to hell and are trapped in this small village wandering in discontent day and night?

It's hard to say what will happen when you borrow yin wealth from them at this time.

Kong Xuyang withdrew his unkindly ogling gaze on Bai Liu's body and changed his face to a worried one, hesitantly saying, "Evil magic to seek wealth and harm the gods will be retributed ...... not good, right?"

Bai Liu's eyes remained on the writing, not looking at Kong Xuyang, and calmly asked, "Isn't all the money that can be sought quickly in this world hurtful?"

Kong Xuyang was stunned and subconsciously retorted, "How?"

Bai Liu finally spared him a light glance: "If there was an evil art that allowed you to run a company that could squeeze your employees as much as you wanted without them resisting, or speculate on stocks that could cut through stockholders on a wide scale by predicting their direction in advance, or lend money to loan sharks with a single advertisement, you could compel people to come and borrow from you at extremely high rates of interest with no restraint. "

"Even when you play games and play tournaments, you can use evil magic to kill competitive opponents first and still leave no trace of them, and win at the end to get the prize money."

"You've been able to accumulate a lot of money on this, but according to you, isn't it all hurtful and unjust money obtained by using evil magic?"

"So do all those who do this deserve retribution?"

Kong Xuyang was startled by Bai Liu's lighthearted glance.

Kong Xuyang did all of these things, and they were all done with props redeemed from game points, leaving no trace of them, so how could Bai Liu know?

Didn't he forget all about it!

Kong Xuyang looked at Yang Zhi in disbelief, who patted his belly in disbelief, signaling that he was really digesting Bai Liu's memories, before Kong Xuyang reluctantly sat down again: "What were you talking about, Bai Liu? ......"

Bai Liu withdrew his gaze with a light expression, "I was imagining what I myself might do if I got my hands on the evil arts, and these are the ways to make the most money."

"Such ill-gotten gains are much wanted by me."

Kong Xuyang pretended to be amused and tapped Bai Liu on the shoulder, "You're joking again Bai Liu, you just said that doing these things would bring retribution."

Bai Liu gave Kong Xuyang a sidelong glance: "No, I don't think it's going to be karmic."

"All money that harms God is only legal and illegal, and the illegal does suffer retribution, but the legal does not."

Kong Xuyang tried his best to put on a smile: "There is still legal money for harm?"

Bai Liu raised the book in his hand, his eyes sincere: "I was just thinking that the law would protect the rights of the living, so it would be illegal to exploit the living by any means, but it seems that the exploitation of the dead is not taken into consideration by the law and is legal."

"So it's legal to borrow cunt money."

Kong Xuyang: "......"

He felt as if something was wrong, but couldn't put his finger on it.

Bai Liu opens the "Handbook of the Evil Arts of Maoshan", in which several pages have been turned to the point of being creased, and it appears to have been flipped through from time to time, with detailed notes made on one of the pages.

At the head of this page are three large words that read "Wealth of hell".

Mu Sicheng, who was standing behind Bai Liu, quickly accepted his identity as a psychic anchor, and was now dedicatedly picking up his camera and starting to shoot around.

"...... "Wealth of hell", wow this is still in traditional Chinese, it's hard to read, let me see what it says ......"

"Find a new burial ground with a tombstone, with name and gender, buried no more than a hundred days, pass on a prepared meal ...... choose three animals and wine (cattle, sheep and pigs), five decadent days, five yin hours (5pm to 7pm), carry a longevity gold ...... etc Go to the practice."

"First light four incense sticks, one in the back of the earth court, three in the right hand facing west to draw against the sky, worship the day and night yin and yang wandering gods, next recite the incantation -"

Mu Sicheng gradually became absorbed in watching and his tone became indistinct.

"The thunderous call is as urgent as a star and fire; the three worlds in the ten directions are heard from afar in an instant; the year is worth the moon, the day is worth the hour, and the person receiving the service is the Cao of Kung Fu; day and night the yin and yang travel to the gods, and the five directions are communicated -"

The incense inside the temple is brightly lit and dimly lit, and the shadowy wind whistles through the halls with a strange, almost feminine echo of laughter.

The statue of the Three Pure Gods behind Mu Sicheng turned from his dignified face to an angry glare, raising his duster and grinning, as if he were about to verbally abuse Mu Sicheng, a Taoist child who had practised evil magic right in front of him, and hit him hard.

The crisp ringing of the bell and the sound of the wind came through.

The red threads crossed over the coffin swayed, causing the bells at the four corners to start swaying as well.

The temple is dimly lit, with only a little yellowish light from the hanging electric lamps swinging overhead, and both the gods and the people look abominable in this blurred light.

The seven old men with kind faces on the black and white photographs placed in the temporary niche directly opposite the seven coffins also became inexplicably more eerie, staring straight at the four men in the lobby in the photographs, the original friendly smiles on their faces turning eerie.

Mu Sicheng met the eyes of the old man in the black and white photograph facing him with a jolt of clarity.

He subconsciously looked at Bai Liu, who shook his head plaintively, "It's okay, sooner or later I'll have to recite the spell, so it's good to see the effect beforehand."

Mu Sicheng is inexplicably relieved.

Bai Liu's eyes glanced over the hearse, which had become considerably dimmer, and suddenly his gaze paused, resting on two coffins.

Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi were already standing far away, their faces tense.

Even after playing the game once, there are little traps and pitfalls everywhere. That Mu Sicheng just recited a spell out of nowhere, and if they hadn't dodged quickly, they would have been caught in the crossfire!

The black and white photographs in the niche directly opposite the two coffins show the old man with kind eyes and a friendly smile, a good man's face at first glance, but the chilling thing is that the two posthumous photographs, which should have been single, had unwittingly turned into a double photo in the chaos just now.

In these two black-and-white posthumous photographs, the two old men, one in a death grip on the shoulder of a camera-holding, seemingly unconscious Mu Sicheng, the other in a death grip on the shoulder of a placid Bai Liu, his face covered in corpse spots and puffiness, his fingernails turning black and blue and sharp, are looking out of the photograph with a gleeful, eerie expression.

Bai Liu's eyes pause for a moment at the old man's hand pinching his shoulder, before withdrawing his gaze from the photograph and looking at the yellow talismans on the two coffins.

The vermilion on the yellow talisman was dull and the edges were visibly torn, so at a glance it would not last long.

Bai Liu turned to Mu Sicheng: "Take your top off."

Mu Sicheng was confused, but subconsciously took it off.

Bai Liu's eyes rested on Mu Sicheng's shoulder - a freshly pinched, black and red finger mark there.

Mu Sicheng was shocked to see this fingerprint and let out a cry.

Bai Liu touched his shoulder, an area he now felt some vague pain in as well, he unbuttoned both buttons of his shirt and turned his head to look, and sure enough on his shoulder was which also identified an indented finger mark.

There was not even much pain because it was so cold.

Bai Liu looks at Mu Sicheng: "You've just been filming, haven't you? Let me see."

Mu Sicheng hands over his camera.

Bai Liu stares intently at the palm-sized screen of the camera, pressing the back button on the camera, his eyes darting to find something in the receding image.

Mu Sicheng came over, a little afraid to look at the camera screen, and only dared to ask Bai Liu, "What are you looking for?"

Bai Liu's finger pressing the back button finally stopped and he pressed the play button, "Find something that verifies my suspicions."

Bai Liu watched with rapt attention as the images from the camera began to play normally.

Mu Sicheng gulped and looked over as well.

Mu Sicheng can hear the sound of his own incantation in a trance at the end, followed by the harsh sound of the wind blowing out in a gust, and the moment the incense lit in front of the statue goes out, the whole scene goes dark and then light again.

In between the darkness and the light, something seems to appear for a moment next to Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng, and then quickly disappears.

Bai Liu rewinds and slows the place down once more, and this time Mu Sicheng finally sees what appears, and his blood freezes for a moment.

On the screen are two faces, completely distorted with maggots and covered in green puffballs, which have been turned into black and blue fingernails pinching Bai Liu on their shoulders.

The two old men then stare grimly into the flickering camera, leaning over Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng's shoulders with eerie laughter, their blistering flesh cracking open as they laugh, revealing the white shreds of flesh inside.

The next second the dim light of the electric lamp came on and the two faces posted behind their ears disappeared.

Bai Liu hands the camera to Mu Sicheng, who is already disoriented by the shock, and turns towards the coffin, where he stares at the yellow amulet for a second or two before reaching out, as if to lift it.

Kong Xuyang stopped in a stern voice: "What are you doing! This talisman is the [Anshu Spell] for suppressing corpses! If you tear it up, the corpse in the coffin won't be suppressed! Something will happen to everyone!"

Bai Liu didn't care what Kong Xuyang was saying and lifted the yellow talisman without hesitation.

The yellow talisman was flipped over and there was actually a talisman drawn on the back!

Bai Liu flipped open his own copy of the Evil Handbook of Maoshan, flipped through it a few times, and soon found the talisman corresponding to this latter spell.

"The [Shade Corpse Charm]." Bai Liu said indifferently, "It's true, on the surface this one is indeed a [An Fate Spell], but it has been tampered with, and on the back there is another evil charm [Shade Corpse Charm] drawn for these drowned corpses to turn into Yin corpses to increase the fury, and the [Shade Corpse Charm] on the back is facing the coffin, which is the one with the strongest effect."

"Putting this charm on won't have any suppressive effect at all, it will only make these corpses turn into Yin corpses faster and come out to wreak havoc on the world."

Mu Sicheng exclaimed, "How did you know there was something wrong with this talisman?!"

Bai Liu gave him a look, "Because everything inside could have come out and taken a picture with us, the charm didn't have any suppressive effect."

Bai Liu said, stepping forward and raising his hand to dryly tear the talismans from all seven coffins.

The wind was gusting, the hanging bell was ringing rapidly, and the lids on the seven coffins kept shaking, as if they were about to topple over the red thread at any moment.

A hand with green and black nails jerked out from the edge of the coffin in front of Bai Liu and slowly opened the mouth of the coffin.