Rain of bones

"Are these children from Mianyuan County missing in the painting? Are they really sealed in the painting?"

Monk Ma stared at the picture scroll with wide eyes.

Even if he was used to seeing demons and ghosts in the Demon Suppression Division, he still felt that it was a very strange and bizarre thing that people were sealed in the picture scroll.

Zhu Xiucai narrowed his eyes and said, "If the grandson of the Zhang family hadn't lied, the missing child would have been sealed in the painting."

Then he glanced at the dog Qin Shaoyou just bought.

If the missing children were really sealed in the paintings, what about the dogs?

Or has it been changed by animal making?

If so, who are they?

The more Zhu Xiucai thought about it, the more confused he became. He simply turned his head to look at Qin Shaoyou, wanting to hear his opinion, but found that Qin Shaoyou was staring at the scroll without saying a word, with a rather strange expression.

"Sir, what have you discovered?" Zhu Xiucai asked curiously.

When Monk Ma and all the strong men heard the words, they also looked at Qin Shaoyou.

"This painting is painted on human skin."

Qin Shaoyou's tone was very flat, but it made Zhu Xiucai, Monk Ma and others feel a chill in their hearts.

"Is this a human skin picture scroll?"

"But this picture is five feet wide and ten feet long. How can there be such a big human skin?"

The warriors exclaimed.

Fortunately, they kept their voices so low that they were not heard by the people next to them, otherwise they would have to cause a riot.

Monk Ma put his hands together and asked solemnly, "Sir, are you sure?"

Qin Shaoyou nodded and told what he saw through the talent of [Bright Eyes]:

"This painting uses human skin paper, and it is not a piece of two human skins, but dozens or hundreds of human skins that are cut and sewn together.

There is also its scroll, which is not made of wood, but spliced ​​by human bones.

In addition, human blood is also added to the paint for painting, and the weight is still quite large..."

"hiss..."

After Zhu Xiucai, Monk Ma and others listened to Qin Shaoyou's words, Qi Qi gasped.

Human bone is the axis, human skin is the paper, and human blood is the painting...

This painting is too evil, isn't it?

What worries everyone even more is: "Could this painting be drawn with the skin, bones, and blood of the missing children? The missing children were not sealed in the painting, but were all killed?"

"I do not know."

Qin Shaoyou shook his head.

He is also worried about the situation and the safety of missing children.

"I can only tell that the human skin and bones used in this painting have never been buried in the soil, and the time of death has not been more than a year... But whether they are the skin and bones of missing children, I will Can't see it anymore."

Zhu Xiucai, Monk Ma and the others looked at each other.

Not more than a year, without entering the soil...

The more you talk about it, the more it looks like a missing child in Mianyuan County.

At this moment, a scream of killing sounded.

It was the onlookers who saw that the thieves still refused to disclose the method of cracking the seal of the picture scroll under the severe torture of the thieves, and they became angry, which caused a lot of excitement.

"Kill them if you don't say anything!"

"Yes, kill a thief to stand up, and see if the remaining thieves dare to speak up!"

"Beheading and beheading, these thieves are not a pity to die, they are cut off for the people!"

The most vigorous and loudest people shouting and killing here are not the parents and relatives of the missing children, but a few irrelevant people.

In the hands of these few people, either holding bowls, or holding noodles, noodles and other items, they are waiting to catch the thief and kill the thief so that they can take a mouthful of steaming blood.

When Qin Shaoyou saw this scene, he couldn't help thinking of the human blood steamed buns mentioned in the textbook.

The scene in the text once actually happened in reality...

While Qin Shaoyou was shocked, he also felt sad for the ignorance of these people.

Zhu Xiucai also noticed this group of people, and couldn't help frowning and sarcastically: "It's not even time to ask the beheading, these people can't wait to snatch it and dip it in human blood?"

Among the wrestlers, someone asked curiously: "I heard people say that if you eat things like steamed buns and noodles, dipped in human blood, you can cure all kinds of diseases, especially intractable diseases. This is true. Is it fake?"

"Of course it's fake!"

Monk Ma lowered his face and snorted coldly.

"Things like human blood steamed buns are all tricks of the country gods to defraud people. Anyway, I have never heard of anyone who was cured by eating human blood steamed buns. Instead, I heard There are a lot of people who have trouble eating this stuff."

Zhu Xiucai took over the words: "If human blood steamed buns can really cure the disease, wouldn't all the men be unemployed? If you are sick, you don't need to take medicine, and you don't need to wait for the death row inmate to ask for beheading. Find a woman who is menstruating, put the steamed bun under it and dip it directly. Eat as fresh as possible."

Qin Shaoyou frowned.

Human blood steamed buns are disgusting enough, and what Zhu Xiucai said made him feel even more disgusting.

This Zhu Xiucai has nothing to say about his ability, but he has an extra mouth.

I don't know if I was frightened by the screams of the onlookers, or because I found it out of my own conscience, or because I couldn't bear the torture of the arresters. Finally, a thief let go and told how to break the seal of the picture scroll:

"Mix the incense ash, cinnabar and rooster's blood according to the ratio of 115, put it on yellow paper, stick it to the center of the scroll, and then release the person sealed inside..."

Sun Boyuan, the magistrate of Mianyuan County, who was gaining popularity at the scene, almost jumped up without joy.

He hurriedly sent people to look for incense ash, cinnabar and other things, then patted his chest and said to the people onlookers, "Don't worry, folks, we will crack the seal of the picture as soon as the materials are ready. My Sun Boyuan is here to assure my fellow villagers that I will definitely Save your children!"

After a while, the materials were found one after another and sent over.

After all the materials were assembled, Sun Boyuan personally mixed and stirred these materials according to the proportion taught by the thief, pasted them on the yellow paper, and then pasted them in the center of the human skin scroll.

At this moment, the surroundings of the deserted temple were silent, everyone closed their mouths, and even held their breaths, staring at the scroll, wondering how this strange seal would be broken, and how the children would come out of the world in the painting.

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

Although it was almost evening, there was still a little afterglow of the sunset.

But the sky turned pitch black in an instant.

There seemed to be dark clouds covering the sky, and it seemed that night had come early.

And it's not just the light that changes.

Around the desolate temple, there were also gusts of yin wind out of thin air, making a whimpering sound, which made people's hearts feel hairy.

After the yin wind blows on people's bodies, not only is it cold to the bone, but it also hurts the person's life, as if a sharp blade is cutting flesh on the body.

"What happened?"

"Why is it suddenly dark?"

"Isn't there a ghost haunting it?"

The people onlookers suddenly fell into commotion and confusion.

Fortunately, the strange sky and overcast wind did not last long.

After a few breaths, the sky returned to normal, and the yin wind disappeared.

Fortunately, there was no stampede.

Sun Boyuan breathed a sigh of relief, jumped off the head of the Mianyuan County catcher, and shouted for everyone not to panic, to be as calm as him.

The people who came back to their senses quickly discovered a new situation - the picture scroll in the courtyard of the barren temple had disappeared!

Just as people were looking for it in amazement, among the crowd watching the liveliness climbing on the treetops, some people raised their fingers to the sky and shouted: "In the sky, the picture scroll is in the sky!"

Everyone raised their heads in unison, and sure enough, they saw the picture scroll in the sky, and it floated over the courtyard of the desolate temple.

"Shoot it for me!" Sun Boyuan was afraid that the painting would fly away, so he jumped and ordered the archers in the county.

But before the archer could release the arrow, a slit suddenly opened on the scroll in the sky.

A piece of 'torrent rain' fell from the scroll.

However, this 'rain' is not water, nor ink, nor a child.

Countless dead bones!