Chapter 312 Heartfelt
Zuo Jing tilted her head and stared at Chen Qiang. Something flashed in her eyes, "Ajiegu?"
"Yes." Chen Qiang's attention was still focused on In the painting, he seemed to be indifferent to Zuo Jing’s gaze, “ It is said that there is a cruel custom in Tibet. In order to play the purest melody in return to the Immortal Heaven, they chose to sacrifice the purest girls, skinned them, and stretched their skins to make a drum, which is called Ajie Drum. ”
“It is said that The sound of the drum is very ethereal, and has the miraculous effect of communicating yin and yang. Whenever there is a major event, the Ajie drum will be played, and Changshengtian will be able to hear their appeals."
"And it is said that. Those who are chosen are all voluntary, which is important to her It is a great honor for ourselves and our tribe. In Tibet, only the most holy women make drums. In the minds of these people, death is not terrible, it is like the birth of new life. , is to return to nature.”
"As part of reincarnation, life and death are equal, and only happiness and auspiciousness are the most important." Chen Qiang said: "Maybe in their eyes, this is not cruel."
After saying this, Chen Qiang hesitated Added, "Of course, Before I saw this drum, I thought these were just legends."
As soon as I finished speaking, a very discordant voice sounded, "Shit, the holiest woman, Pi Cai, made the drum. Those are all used by powerful people to deceive ordinary people. The pretense is just to find a moral starting point for their perverted hobbies, just like the flag erected by the ancient green forest bandits."
"How come I haven't heard of any powerful leader taking his daughter. Hand it over to skin the drum?" Jiang Cheng said disdainfully: "Isn't their daughter impure?"
Chen Qiang was stunned. This was not his original intention. He just told the truth about some records he saw. I don't know. Something touched the other person's nerves.
But Chen Qiang did not choose to argue with Jiang Cheng. Instead, he nodded slightly to the latter and said very gently: "I have learned a lesson."
"Hmph." Jiang Cheng snorted impolitely.
Xia Meng was almost annoying him to death. She wished she could end her mission and go out soon, and then hang him upside down in the yard as a mascot, bah, like a cow or horse.
"These bastards actually skinned her." The fat man looked at the painting, and it was unbelievable just thinking about it. At the same time as the cold touch on his back, there was also the anger hidden deep in his chest.
“It’s not just skinning.” Chen Qiang spoke again. His gaze towards the woman in the painting was also mixed with some strange emotions. “It is rumored that it is skinned alive, so that the drum can be preserved as much as possible. Spirituality.”
Chen Qiang seemed to want to say something more, but after glancing at the others, he stopped talking.
After discussing the issue of painting, everyone’s next topics mainly focused on Sister Drum and Mr. Huang.
Yes, it’s Mr. Huang.
An Xuan somehow figured out that Mr. Huang was Mr. Huang pretending to be Mr. Huang. According to him, the clue was found on the boat last night.
But as for what it is, he did not say clearly.
Youqi looked curious, but no one supported him, so it didn't cause much trouble.
Chen Qiang has been silent for a while since he spoke just now, and he doesn't know if he thought of anything.
Because the mission has reached this stage, everyone has their own plans in mind, so it is no longer realistic to plan and arrange for everyone.
In the end, no matter what An Xuan said, everyone just didn't refute it on the surface.
After all, the survivors are not stupid, and everyone can clearly see what happened to Tang Shirou.
An Xuan rubbed his temples and said helplessly: "In this case, everyone can move freely, but I suggest that you try to avoid areas where people from the Huang family frequent."
After a pause, he continued: "If you are interested in drums, you must not act alone. The bronze mirror on the second floor of the attic can reveal ghosts. Be careful and do not touch the drum, otherwise ghosts will appear."
These are all lessons learned in blood.
Actually, if you think about it carefully, Master Liao Zhi’s death was not unjust. After all, he accidentally hit the drum.
The disaster was caused by himself. Jiang Cheng and An Xuan were at best unwilling to save him, but this was in a nightmare. Not to mention unwilling to save him, there were so many people who added insult to injury.
Anyway, it seems that neither of them feels they owe their teacher Liao Zhi.
"Doctor." Walking on a gravel path, the fat man couldn't help but feel a little tingling on his feet. He frowned and said, "What are we doing here?"
This place is very special. It is desolate, and most of the surrounding houses are very dilapidated, as if they have been abandoned for a long time.
It doesn’t look like there are any clues hidden there.
It is true that it is sparsely populated.
"Waiting for someone."
Jiang Cheng seemed to feel that it was almost done, so he found a conspicuous place to sit down, with his back against a strange-shaped tree, which was very shady.
The fat man came to him. Before he could open his mouth, he heard movement near a wall. Then a little head poked out from the other side of the wall. After seeing the fat man, his head shook. .
"It's you!" The fat man showed a delighted expression and said hurriedly: "Come here quickly!" He took out a few steamed buns that were always on hand and waved them at the little beggar.
This was the fat man’s breakfast, but he didn’t eat it. He wanted to leave it to the little beggar. After all, he was someone who was willing to save his life. It was only his fault that he didn’t see the mystery behind it.
The little beggar climbed up the wall, but did not jump down. His eyes were fixed on Jiang Cheng, alert.
"Little brother, he is also a good person." Fatty explained: "A very good person, you can still see me now, thanks to him."
Maybe it was Fatty's explanation. After the effect, the little beggar jumped down from the wall, but still walked around Jiangcheng and came to the fat man. Without being polite to him, he took the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Slow down." The fat man said with a smile: "Don't choke. If there are meat dishes at noon, I will save them for you. Remember to come and get them later." He paused and seemed to have thought of something. , and reminded: "Be careful when you come."
As if he was too tired to eat standing up, the little beggar simply sat across from the fat man to eat, and the fat man just squatted on the ground and looked at him with a smile. .
After a while, Jiang Cheng seemed to realize something and suddenly said "Huh?"
Almost like a conditioned reflex, Jiang Cheng immediately came to the little beggar, "Doctor," the fat man protected the little beggar behind him and said quickly: "Promise me not to arrest him."
< br>Jiang Chengli ignored him and pointed at the little beggar. The fat man said from his waist: "Where is the kit on your body?"
The fat man was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the little beggar behind him. Before he could speak, the little beggar showed an indignant expression. Then he broke off a branch and started drawing on the ground.
Slowly, the outline of a person emerged. The fat man looked more and more familiar, until finally, his pupils widened and he said loudly: "Is it him?"
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