Nightmare Attack

Zuo Jing tilted her head and stared at Chen Qiang. Something flashed in her eyes, "Ajie Gu?"

"Yes. Chen Qiang's attention is still focused on the painting, and he seems to be indifferent to Zuo Jing's gaze. "It is rumored that there is a cruel custom in Tibet. In order to play the purest melody to pay tribute to the Immortal Heaven, they choose to sacrifice the purest They skinned the young girls and stretched their skins to make a drum, which was called Ajie drum. "

"It is said that the drum made in this way has a very ethereal sound and has the miraculous effect of communicating yin and yang. Whenever there is a major event, the Ajie drum will be carried out and played, and the immortals can hear their appeals."

"And it is said that the chosen ones are all voluntary, which is a great honor for themselves and the tribe. In Tibet, only the most holy women can make drums. In the minds of those people "Death is not terrible, it is like the birth of new life, it is a 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 added hesitantly, "Of course, before I saw this drum, I thought these were just legends."

As soon as he finished speaking, a very discordant voice rang out, "That's bullshit. The most holy woman, Pi Cai, made drums. That's a pretense used by the powerful to deceive ordinary people. It's just to find a way for their perverted hobbies." It's just a moral starting point, similar to the way the ancient green forest bandits erected to protect heaven.

"How come I haven't heard of any powerful leader handing over his daughter to be skinned and stretched?" Jiang Cheng asked disdainfully: "Aren't their daughters pure?"

Chen Qiang was stunned. His original intention was not like this. He just truthfully told some records he saw. He didn't know how he touched the other party'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 hummed impolitely.

Xia Meng was almost annoyed with him. She wished she could end her mission soon and go out, then hang him upside down in the yard as a mascot, bah, serve as a cow and 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. He looked at the woman in the painting with some strange emotions mixed in. "Rumors say it was skinned alive, so that the spirituality of the drum can be preserved to the greatest extent."

Chen Qiang seemed to want to say something more, but after glancing at the others, he stopped talking.

After talking about the painting, everyone’s next discussion mainly focused on Ajie Gu and Mr. Huang.

Yes, it’s Mr. Huang.

An Xuan somehow guessed 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 exactly it was, he didn't 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 something.

Because the mission has reached this stage, everyone has their own plans in mind, so it is no longer realistic to plan and arrange everyone.

In the end, no matter what An Xuan said, everyone just didn't refute it on the surface.

After all, no one who survived was stupid, and everyone could see clearly 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 frequently move."

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. You must pay more attention and do not touch the drum, otherwise Ghosts will appear."

These are all lessons learned in blood.

In fact, 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 could at most just ignore it, but this was in a nightmare. Not to mention refusing to save them, 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 his feet were a little bit numb. He frowned and said, "What are we doing here?"

The place is very 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.

It's true that there are few people around.

"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 said with a delighted expression, "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, the other person was willing to save his life. It was only his fault that he didn't see the mystery.

The little beggar climbed up the wall, but did not jump down. His eyes were fixed on Jiang Cheng standing aside, showing caution.

"Little brother, he is also a good person." The fat man explained: "A very good person. You can still see me now, thanks to him."

Perhaps the fat man's explanation worked. 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 pick them up later." He paused, seemed to have thought of something, and reminded: " Be careful when you come.”

As if he was too tired to eat while standing, the little beggar simply sat across from the fat man and ate. 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."

Jiang Chengli ignored him, pointed at the little beggar's waist and said, "Where is the kit you are carrying?"

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 look, then 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: "An Xuan?"