Chapter 127 The ghost born in the body (please ask for monthly ticket No. 1)
Yang He simply flipped through the book, and the cover read "Plants, Trees, Birds, Beasts, Insects, Fishes".
Most of the contents are related to traditional Chinese medicine, covering all aspects. The doctor seemed to be reading a chapter about insects.
Yang He didn't have time to go into details and followed Shen Baotou back to the Yamen.
The entire journey was speechless.
The Yamen is a bit depressed, and several of the houses are very old. The blue bricks are covered with moss, and there are circles of vines growing out of the gaps. There are also vortexes in the center of the flower stamens.
Only the counting room greeted the police officers. After learning that the corpse died of cochlear disease, they hurriedly left without saying hello for fear of contracting cochlear disease.
Shen Captou didn't care, and came to Yizhuang in the backyard from the fork in the road.
Next to the righteous village stood a stove used to burn corpses, guarded by an old policeman. Spiral black smoke was slowly rising from it.
The black smoke rotates regularly and gradually forms a vortex in the sky.
Yang He noticed that the grass and trees next to the stove were twisted even more exaggeratedly, and as long as his eyes were opened, he could not avoid looking directly at the whirlpool.
The stomach and intestines are constantly churning and have begun to spread to the internal organs.
Mr. Shen's face was solemn, "Old Jin, haven't the two corpses from yesterday been burned yet?"
The old detective stepped forward, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, and his eyes were spinning unconsciously, "I couldn't light it before, and it took two or three kilograms of hay to get the fire going."
“What a wicked thing!!”
Shen Captou cursed a few times, turned around and said to Yang He: "I'm staying in Yizhuang tonight, and I don't believe that the corpse will..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound from the stove.
Boom, boom, boom.
It was like someone was trying to escape.
Everyone shuddered when they saw this. After a few breaths, the banging sound suddenly stopped, the black smoke from the stove stopped spinning, and everything returned to calm.
"Shen...Captain, do you think we still need to move to Yizhuang?"
"The corpses are all alive!!"
"Anyway, if I don't stay in Yizhuang, my life will be in vain if I am not careful."
"The doctor at Baicaotang is right. Cochlear disease is a stubborn disease. It must be related to evil spirits. Sooner or later something will happen to Yanqu Town!"
Yang He was speechless secretly, cochlear disease was more terrifying than imagined.
What he saw with his spiritual vision was that the corpse had no tendency to turn into a ghost at all, but it was able to come back to life. What the hell is the source of cochlear disease?
Shen Baotou gritted his teeth and ignored the past rules of Yanqu Town.
"It seems that the corpse cannot be left overnight in Yizhuang. Lao Jin, can we still put two corpses in the stove?"
"Yes, yes."
Lao Jin hesitated and said: "But I'm afraid there is not enough firewood. It will be too laborious to burn the cochlear corpse. Normally ten corpses are enough."
Shen Captou stopped worrying and tied the body with red rope and yellow paper.
Immediately, the two corpses were thrown into the furnace one after another. The flames in the furnace were reduced by half, and the black smoke began to intensify.
The black smoke vortex squirmed regularly, like a stomach lying in the sky.
Shen Liang raised his head and took a few breaths. He only felt that his face was faintly hot and his stomach was slightly uncomfortable. He quickly said to others: "Wu Jiang, you have to work harder tonight and bring two people to carry the firewood."
"Okay, without further ado, we'll set off immediately."
Wu Jiang left in a hurry with the two of them, leaving four people alone to guard the stove.
They kept adding firewood to the inside, barely maintaining a balance. They could see that Yaotong's body was gradually dissolving, Li's body was slightly charred, but Butcher Chen's body remained unchanged.
The policemen could not conceal their anxiety, and they did not dare to imagine the consequences of burning out the firewood.
It was getting late now, clouds blocked the moonlight, most houses had turned off their lights in advance, and the government office was plunged into darkness.
Yang He's spiritual vision increased sharply, and his intestines and stomach moved frequently.
However, after trying to stagger the vortex as much as possible, the cochlear disease did not get out of hand.
He excused himself from the stove for a while and sneaked into the Yi Zhuang to investigate. There was no body inside, but there was dried mucus on the table.
The mucus formed vortices.
It can be seen that the cochlear disease has not yet broken out in Yanqu Town. There are only six corpses in total, but there may be hundreds or thousands of potential patients.
Yang He sat back by the stove and asked proactively: "Shen Captou."
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Yang He met Shen Captou's gaze. The latter seemed to be enduring the pain. How could he avoid contracting cochlear disease if he had been exposed to the vortex for a long time.
As the backbone, Shen Captou could only suppress the symptoms as much as possible.
"Is there really an immortal master in the Song Dynasty? What does he look like?"
"Actually... I haven't seen him, but the immortal master is indeed a person. He was behind the screen at the time, so he couldn't see his face clearly."
Shen Baotou's expression became serious, "The immortal master promised us that he will give us the talisman water to cure the cochlear disease in three days at most. By the time Yanqu Town returns to normal, you don't have to worry."
Yang He continued to ask: "There should be something behind the screen. Does the immortal master have any extraordinary characteristics?"
"Characteristics..."
Shen Captou said with a smile: "A big head is not a feature. The face of the immortal master is like a full moon, and there is a brilliant light in the mouth and nose when breathing."
"The face is like the full moon."
Yang He shook his head slightly, so he probably wasn't a disciple of the Chan sect that he was familiar with, and even the Immortal Master of Song Mansion was probably from the Jie sect.
"Could Yanqu Town be the work of this person?"
"Not necessarily." Yang He dismissed the idea, saying that all religions are different, and there are indeed many heretics, but they are all straightforward in nature.
Even if a blood sacrifice is required in Yanqu Town, it is impossible to deliberately torture mortals.
Shen Baotou kept repeating that the immortal master was indeed a real person.
Yang He did not refute.
Shen Captou has regarded the immortal master as a life-saving straw. Unless there is conclusive evidence, his subconscious will come up with countless reasons to make amends.
Yang He once again flipped through the pages of plants, birds, animals, insects, and fish, and one page couldn't help but attract his attention. There were fingernail scratches on the paper and a little bit of blood.
Yang He's pupils were shaking. The above sentence was unremarkable, but combined with cochlear disease, he could come up with a very scary guess.
‘Insects need to go through egg, larvae, pupa and adult throughout their life. ’
The doctor's index finger was stained with blood and he wrote annotation: 'Unexpectedly, people are like this too. ’
Yang He's first reaction was that it was ridiculous.
Insect eggs correspond to pregnancy, and larvae can barely correspond to children, but as for pupae, it is obviously impossible to be involved with the elderly.
But then I thought about it, what if the larvae corresponded to living people?
The chrysalis corresponds to the corpse.
The adult worm corresponds to the evil spirit that emerges from the corpse after death.
"In the final stage of cochlear disease, something is likely to break out of the pupa!!!"
Just as Yang He had this idea, something happened again in the furnace. Butcher Chen's body moved suddenly, and his legs actually curled up a little behind him.
Then the spine, arms, neck.
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Click click click.
The sound of bones colliding was endless and terrifying.
Compared to the other corpses that turned into a counterclockwise vortex, Butcher Chen's turned into a clockwise one, with his eyes wide open due to the stretching of his skin.
The flames gradually extinguished, and the swirling black smoke came closer and closer to the ground.
Lao Jin was so frightened that he opened his mouth wide but couldn't say a word. He watched helplessly as the vortex entered his mind bit by bit.
"Add...add firewood!!!"
Regardless of the severe pain in his stomach and intestines, Mr. Shen threw the bundles of firewood into the stove through the air outlet, and the others quickly moved in the furniture from Yizhuang.
The flames barely reached half a meter, and Butcher Chen's body was clearly visible.
The corpse grinned in an exaggerated smile.
Yang He once again heard the familiar murmur of Butcher Chen: "Hui vortex! Hui vortex!! Everything in the world has a vortex. As long as you understand the vortex, you can live forever and become an immortal!"
Capt. Shen noticed Yang He staring at the stove thoughtfully.
"Yang He, don't stop. Once the fire weakens, the body will have to escape."
His expression was extremely desperate, not only because of the strange and inexplicable corpse, but also because the vortex in his body was already turning.
Each turn brings you closer to death.
"Let me dismantle all the coffins in the Yi Zhuang. They should be able to hold on until they come back from Wujiang to deliver firewood. Everyone, please work harder!!"
"Shen Captou, it's too late."
Yang He said in a deep voice: "For him, breaking out of the pupa is a certainty."
"What?"
Butcher Chen's corpse turned brown in the flames, resembling an insect chrysalis, with Yin Qi crazily poured into it, and then there was a click.
Everyone was stunned and stunned, unable to resist the attraction of the vortex.
The body split in half.
A giant slug without a shell is crawling out. From the outward-extending eyes, you can see a bit of Butcher Chen's eyebrows, but the rest has long been inhuman.
Just after birth, slugs are comparable to ordinary ghosts.
Boom.
The iron door of the stove was knocked open, and the slugs slowly came towards the motionless people.
Their consciousness is still there, but they cannot control their bodies. They can only let the monster representing the vortex get closer and engulf them.
Yang He's scalp was numb.
Mortals who are affected by unknown influences can actually become such indescribable evil spirits.
He could feel the life flowing away, so he simply looked directly at the slug to promote the birth of a vortex in his body, hoping to understand the existence behind it.
There was severe pain in the internal organs, and then the blood vessels and meridians were also pulled and rotated.
The blood begins to flow backward uncontrollably.
"It feels like...I'm getting started with some kind of spiritual practice?"
Yang He groaned, and the three Yang Fires were on the verge of collapse. With the infusion of Yin Qi, a long and narrow slug ghost was born in his stomach.
The slug ghosts are entangled in a vortex, attracting the Yin energy from the outside into the body.
The giant slug looked surprised when he saw Yang He.
"I... am the one who has achieved enlightenment. You are obviously opportunistic. It's impossible. I have already understood the great way in the vortex."
For a dazed moment, the vortex of black smoke had enveloped the giant slug.
To be precise, Yang He was also within the scope of the black smoke vortex, and the slug ghost inside his body struggled wildly, tearing apart every inch of flesh and blood.
"How do I feel that a dragon needs to go through a thunderstorm to transform into a real dragon?"
"The vortex will not allow defective adults to emerge."
"Damn!!"
The giant slug started to spin from its tail, and was squeezed while screaming. Blood and water spurted out, and soon it formed a ball of flesh the size of a fist.
The evil spirits were so dead that they could no longer die, leaving only the people paralyzed on the ground.
Yang He regained control of his body and reached out to pick up the meat ball left by the giant slug. After taking a few steps, he could no longer bear the slug ghost in his body.
puff.
The slug ghost stirred up the flesh and bones, and Yang He was torn apart.
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