Chapter 430 Ancestral Hall
The operation of imprisoning the ghosts is still continuing, and on the other side.
Due to Lin Yuanqing’s previous changes to the landform, Taiping Ancient Town has been flooded, but it has not been completely flooded. Most of the buildings are immersed in the cold lake water, but they can be found in higher areas. There are still a few buildings above the water, but half of these buildings are under water.
The one-eyed old man had arrived at the ancestral hall he was talking about holding the twenty-year-old corpse.
The water in the ancestral hall was very deep, reaching up to the waist.
But the depth of the water is not the most important. The most important thing is that the water is connected to the ghost lake.
In other words, supernatural phenomena may occur in this waterlogged area at any time.
The one-eyed old man raised his hand high, holding the female corpse still pouring water out of the palm, looking for something in the ancestral hall.
But the one-eyed old man stopped and raised his head slightly to look at the memorial tablets in front of the ancestral hall.
The memorial tablets are placed at a high place, so they are not flooded by standing water. Moreover, each memorial tablet is clean and tidy, with no dust at all. Other nearby places are also well-kept.
Everywhere is the hard work of this old man in his life.
He had guarded this place for decades. He thought he could guard it until the moment he died, but he didn't expect that the ancestral hall would be flooded before that time.
After stopping and watching for a while.
The one-eyed old man came to the rows of spiritual tablets. He didn’t need to look further. He already knew the placement of these spiritual tablets.
Supernatural power surged, and suddenly a spiritual tablet automatically floated and followed behind him, walking towards the back of the ancestral hall.
The back hall of the ancestral hall is large and empty. There are several rooms on the left and right, but the doors are all locked.
The one-eyed old man came to the door of one of the rooms. After opening the door, there were two benches placed in the middle of the room, and the benches were soaked in water.
On the bench, there was a coffin, which was painted with bright red paint. Although it looked like it had been there for a long time, it was actually as new as ever.
The one-eyed old man's supernatural power surged, and the blood-red coffin suddenly opened automatically and the female body was put in.
The female corpse was wearing an old-fashioned coat.
The coat is dim and depressing in color, with many strange patterns imprinted on it. The twisted body, ferocious face, and strange limbs seem to have many ghosts living on it, making people shudder.
The one-eyed old man looked at it for a while, and the somewhat emotional color in his eyes disappeared. Then supernatural power surged, and the blood-red coffin closed automatically.
Then, as if they knew what they were going to do, one of the spirit tablets floating behind the old man floated to the blood-red coffin lid and stopped moving.
The one-eyed old man was silent and took out a stack of thick white paper from nowhere. There was something written on the white paper, with dense black writing on it.
Then he took out another stick of incense.
If lit in front of the grave, it can awaken the memory of the past, but it can only exist for the time of one stick of incense.
It is a supernatural item made during the Republic of China.
I didn’t expect this thing to exist here.
Soon, the incense was lit.
A strange aroma exudes, and a faint smoke lingers, lingering in front of the red coffin.
And when the smoke drifted over the spiritual tablet, a strange scene happened. A vague figure of a young woman appeared through the smoke. The woman looked about twenty, and she was actually the same as the dead female corpse in the coffin. They look exactly the same.
“I hope I can survive successfully,” the one-eyed old man murmured, looking a little disappointed.
With uncertainty, he took out a match and lit the thick white paper in his hand.
“Hoo!”
Suddenly.
In front of the red coffin, a cold wind blew, and the ignited white papers immediately flew up in the wind, and the air was filled with a strong smell of paper ash.
At the same time, the smoke emitted from the lit incense was not blown away by the wind, but instead penetrated into the red coffin in an unreasonable way.
At first glance, it looks like something in the coffin is absorbing the smoke.
Supernatural phenomena occurred frequently, but the old man was accustomed to all this. He didn't think there was anything wrong. He just stared at the coffin, as if waiting for a certain result to appear.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion.
After a while, the red coffin suddenly trembled slightly.
At the same time, the spiritual seat placed on the red coffin also clicked and cracked.
An incomprehensible supernatural force is disturbing everything around you.
The soul is slowly cracking, the incense is burning rapidly, the white paper flying around the coffin is burning less and less, and finally even the paper ashes are quickly disappearing.
As these things happened, the shaking in the red coffin became increasingly louder.
It seemed that something happened to the female corpse in the coffin.
"Wake up, you shouldn't die like this." The one-eyed old man whispered quietly.
Supernatural resurrection is itself a taboo and is not allowed in the eyes of the older generation.
But for the last young man in the ancient town, he broke this rule and triggered this taboo.
But this kind of resurrection is not without danger. On the contrary, the danger is very high. If it fails, the corpse inside will turn into a terrifying ghost.
Moreover, the old man in front of him will also suffer a lot of backlash, and may even die like this.
"It won't fail." The one-eyed old man murmured to himself, which seemed to be confirmation and encouragement.
When he looked at the gradually cracking spiritual tablet, especially the name on the spiritual tablet, there was a hint of memory in his eyes.
He seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago.
He was sitting in the ancestral hall and guarding here as usual, but the only difference was that this silent and depressing ancestral hall was filled with a touch of joy.
That is a lovely girl.
She loves to play, make noise, and listen to stories. She runs around the ancient town of the old era as if she is welcoming the arrival of the new era.
However, the desperate world swallowed up the last hope of this ancient town.
He could only send out decadent sighs and was powerless.
Just today.
He broke all the rules he could break just to resurrect a young man who died in a ghost lake.
The memories are still going on, the detention in Ghost Lake is still going on, and time is slowly passing.
Suddenly the red coffin changed.
First, the coffin's spiritual seat exploded without warning and turned into a pile of sawdust. Then the heavy coffin lid was suddenly lifted.
A young female corpse sat up and her eyes opened suddenly.
The aura of the one-eyed old man suddenly turned gray, as if his life span had been shortened.
But his eyes burst out with surprise, because he knew he succeeded!
The woman sat in rigor mortis for a moment, but her eyes that opened gradually regained some of their energy.
“Am I already dead?” The female corpse looked around. Everything around her was familiar yet a little strange.
When he saw the one-eyed old man, surprise burst out in his eyes. (End of chapter)