From the first encounter with the red shadow to the blood infant and Guo Mingming's soul, I had seen many strange things. However, none of them could compare to the sudden breaking of the ink line.
No matter how terrifying the blood infant and the ghost were, they were things that my eyes could see.
However, this ink line was different. Nothing could touch it. It was as if it had offended a God and was being punished by the heavens.
Many years later, I learned that it was a kind of rule. When the difference in power was too big, it created an invisible force.
It was like an ant trying to deal with an elephant. The elephant didn't need to move, but if the ant tried to bite it, its jaws would be broken by the elephant's thick hide.
Old He's face was calm, as if he wasn't surprised at all. Keeping silent for a while, he took the bowl of cinnabar and mumbled something. Then, he pinched the middle finger of his right hand. I didn't see him use the knife, but the tip of his middle finger started to bleed.
He flicked his finger, and two drops of blood flew into the bowl.
When the blood touched the cinnabar, it was as if it had touched a sponge. It was absorbed immediately.
The half bowl of cinnabar looked even redder.
Later on, I learned that blood from the tip of the tongue and the tip of the finger had the most Yang energy. The tip of the finger pointed to the tip of the middle finger.
After doing all that, Old He poured the cinnabar into the ink chamber and pulled out the ink line again. Then, he flicked the ink line on the ground.
This time, the ink line didn't break. It left a dark red line on the ground.
But after the ink line was imprinted, a clear "bang" suddenly came from that ordinary little grave mound.
The fatty's father's face changed. The fatty and I also looked at the mound in fright.
Old He was calm. "Don't panic. Although the Twenty-Eight Fiend Yellow Springs Formation is magical, the baby hasn't formed yet. We've taken the headmaster's remains, so we don't have anything to feed it. The Rakshasa shouldn't have formed yet.
That thud was caused by the formation cutting off the flow of Yin energy after the grave was sealed. It's not a big deal. "
After listening to him, we calmed down. The two of them continued to work. They used the ink line to draw a total of seventy-two lines around the mound. It was much more complicated than the one they had used to seal the Blood Infant's grave.
According to Old He, it's a simple formation, but we don't understand it.
After sealing the grave, Old He asked the middle-aged man to pack up his things and take us back home for the time being.
On the way back, Old He said to Fatty's father, "Ah Cheng, don't come again tomorrow with the two kids. I've contacted some people to help. It might be dangerous."
Fatty's father nodded and said, "Yeah, the two kids can't come anymore, but I'll come tomorrow."
Old Man He frowned, but before he could speak, Fatty's father continued, "This grave is in our village, and I'm the village coroner. No matter what, I have to come and take a look.
What's more, Uncle He, don't forget that I'm the ninth generation puppet master. If something really happens, I might be able to play a bigger role than you. "
Even I couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at him.
Fatty's father had always been a man of few words. I didn't expect him to say something so immodest. Old He was a capable and hot-tempered man. When he heard that, he might get angry.
However, it was strange that Old He didn't get angry. Instead, he looked as if he couldn't bear it. He asked, "You're talking about … the ninth generation's fate?"
Fatty's father nodded. "My family has lived in this village for generations. Since this grave has appeared here, it's my responsibility. No matter what, I have to do something."
Old He sighed. "Why do you have to do this?
Nine generations of loneliness in exchange for this blessing. You have to think about your kids. "
Lin Acheng, who always had a sad face, grinned at this moment. "We, as coroner's, have unknowingly allowed a grave to be erected in our village. We've already disgraced our ancestors. If we continue to ignore it, I'm afraid our ancestors will no longer protect us unfilial descendants.
Uncle He, you don't need to persuade me. I've made up my mind. "
I still didn't understand what they were talking about, but I had a feeling that it wasn't something good. Fatty exchanged looks with me. His eyes were also filled with worry.
Since it was the weekend, Fatty and I didn't go back to school. Old He drove us home.
Since Fatty's father was in trouble the last time we went back to the village, my parents knew what had happened at school. They kept asking me about it when we got home.
Old He had already briefed me, and I didn't want my parents to worry too much. So, I simply told them about the dormitory and that everything had been resolved.
At night, I called Red Shadow out to ask if she knew anything about the grave. Red Shadow didn't answer me. She just sat there in a daze. In the end, I had to give up.
Although I guessed that Red Shadow's appearance had something to do with the glass of wine we had drunk in the graveyard, I couldn't remember which grave we had drunk that night. As long as Red Shadow didn't tell me, I wouldn't know.
Early the next morning, when the sky had just brightened, I sneaked to the fatty's house. I was thinking that I should go to his house and wait for the fatty's father to leave. Then, I would go find the fatty and ask if I should go with him today.
Of course, I wanted to go with him. I had seen everything that had happened in the past few days. It didn't make sense for me to leave at the last moment.
As for the danger, I had thought about it. Fatty and I would hide in a distance. Even if there was any danger, it wouldn't affect us.
Because of this, I took the binoculars my parents had bought me when I was young. Although it was just a toy, it could give me two or three times the field of vision.
However, before I could reach Fatty's house, I bumped into Fatty on the way.
After asking, I found out that Fatty's father had gone to the ancestral house last night. He was the only one at home. That was why he had run out so early. He wanted to go and discuss with me.
Fatty was worried about his father's safety, and I was curious. Of course, we hit it off.
Since Fatty's father had to go home before he left, we went to Fatty's house to wait for him. When Fatty's father came back, we would follow him.
Unexpectedly, we waited until 9: 00 AM. The sun was already high in the sky, but we still didn't see Fatty's father.
I guessed he had gone to the graveyard with Old He and the others.
Since we knew the place, we didn't wait any longer and went there together.
When we reached the ground, there were a few cars parked outside the graveyard. All of them were black Santanas.
In front of the grave the day before, seven or eight people were digging it up. Fatty's father was one of them.
Old He didn't do it himself. He was chatting with two other old men. One of them had a bun on his head and wore a yellow robe. He looked like a Daoist priest.
Fatty and I didn't dare to get close to him. We hid behind a big rock.
Not long after we arrived, the nameless tomb was opened. However, there was no commotion. It wasn't as noisy as yesterday.
However, Old He and the others were very cautious. After the grave was opened, they immediately called for the seven or eight gravediggers to step back. Meanwhile, Old He and the two people beside him took out their weapons at the same time.
Old He's weapon was the one that looked like a peachwood sword and a wooden board. The Daoist priest was holding a real sword that emitted cold light. It looked really scary.
The last old man had a pure peach wood sword in his hand.
The three of them stood there for a long time as if they were facing a great enemy, but there was no movement from the grave. Then they heard Old He say something, and the seven or eight people who had been digging the grave earlier used the ropes they had prepared to throw into the grave. After a while, they pulled out a coffin from the grave together.
I snatched the binoculars from the fatty's hands and went closer to take a look.
It was different from the coffins we had found in the twenty-eight tombs. This coffin hadn't decayed at all. The carvings on its surface had a cold light. It looked like the coffin in the fatty's house that had just been painted. It didn't look like a coffin that had been buried underground for dozens of years.
Old He and the other two were still holding their weapons in their hands, standing in a triangular formation. Fatty's father, on the other hand, walked to the front of the coffin, holding a tool specially used to open coffins. He lowered his head and fiddled with the coffin a few times, then walked to the end of the coffin and reached out to pull the lid.
After a hoarse and unpleasant grinding sound, the lid of the coffin was opened.
It was a bright and sunny day. However, I didn't know if it was just an illusion, but after the coffin was opened, the surrounding sky suddenly darkened.
However, no one noticed it. Everyone's eyes were attracted by the thing inside the coffin. They all gazed at it, their eyes filled with disbelief. Then, they gasped in surprise.
Since we were hiding low, we could see the coffin through the binoculars, but we couldn't see what was inside.
After hearing their exclamation, I didn't have time to hide anymore. I got up and stood on the big rock, tiptoeing to see what was inside the coffin.
Then, I was also scared out of my wits.
I had thought that there would be a pile of rotten bones or something similar to a blood baby. However, I didn't expect that there would be a woman inside!
Or rather, it was a woman's corpse. However, this corpse was well-preserved. It looked as if she had just died this morning and was placed inside the coffin to be buried. I didn't expect that this corpse had been dug up!
Through the binoculars, I could even see the skin on her face. There wasn't a trace of purple. Quite the contrary, her skin was rosy.
According to my previous speculation, this grave should be the daughter of the old headmaster, Li Ying. If Li Ying was this beautiful when she was alive, it wasn't strange that all the boys in the school liked her.
The fat man looked at me as if he had seen a ghost. He immediately snatched the binoculars. After a quick glance, he cursed and dropped the binoculars in his hand.
At this moment, the fat man's father had retreated far away from the coffin. The group of people looked at each other. Apparently, they didn't expect to see such a situation inside the coffin.
After the chaos continued for a while, the three old men gathered everyone together, probably because there was no movement from the corpse in the coffin. They seemed to be ready to discuss the next step.
However, right at this moment, a black Volkswagen Santana was lying on the ground. No one had touched it, but it moved by itself. Then, a pile of wooden boxes rolled out of the bag.
Since we were far from the grave, the group of people who were discussing didn't notice the commotion. Only the fat man and I noticed it. We gawked at the same time.
After the wooden boxes rolled out, they didn't stop. The lids on them were opened one by one, and some objects of different sizes wrapped in black cloth rolled out of the boxes.
At this moment, I finally recognized them. Weren't those the remains of the old headmaster that we had dug up?
These skeletons wrapped in black cloth seemed to be guided by an unknown force, slowly and soundlessly drifting in the direction where Old He and the others were gathered.