absurd deduction game.

Yu Xing did not answer Jiang Po's words for a while. Zhao Mou, who knew his character, immediately took over the initiative and began to explore topics related to the soul.

Talking about this, the smile on Jiang Po's face gradually faded and was replaced by sadness.

"Hey……"

"It's a long story."

According to Jiang Po, there is a kind of evil art in this world called shadow puppetry, which evolved from folk shadow puppetry.

The founder was a shadow puppet troupe leader. He somehow got a copy of the Forbidden Art of Living Souls dug up from an ancient tomb. The troupe leader combined the two and finally mastered the art of extracting the soul of a living person into the shadow puppets, and using the soul to enter the play. ability.

However, this ability has a limitation, that is, after the living souls enter the shadow puppet, the shadow puppet is out of control. The performer can only make up his own stories to induce these living souls to immerse themselves in it and complete the performance, or die during the play.

After the living soul enters the play, he will lose his memory of reality and become immersed in the identity created by the performer. Naturally, over time, the living soul will still notice that something is wrong, so the role arranged should be as similar as possible to the living soul himself.

After the living soul has finished a play, it will return to its own body, just like having a big dream, which will soon be forgotten, unaware that it has been possessed by the performer.

And this is a sorcery after all. Pulling the soul out of the body by external force is a huge damage to the soul. Moreover, the more living souls die in the show, the weaker their own defenses will be, and the easier it will be to be replaced by the identity in the show.

If the performer intends to kill someone, he only needs to induce the living soul to die a few more times. After that, even after the performance is over, the living soul will have already become estranged from the physical body, and will pass the step of death and directly become a lonely ghost or return to the body. He died suddenly.

Even if the performer just captures a person's soul for fun, the power of the soul will be consumed every time, and only half of it will be returned, which may cause the living person to become stupid, slow, or become disabled. .

Therefore, this shadow puppet technique was suppressed by various alien sects in the world when it first appeared, and it was banned as a forbidden technique, making it difficult to appear again.

However, Master Wanban is the inheritor of shadow puppetry.

"After practicing the shadow puppetry, it is so bizarre and terrifying that it is impossible to prevent it. But the most distressing thing is the process of practicing this evil art!" Jiang Po slapped her thigh hard with her hand and banged twice to express her gratitude. Her indignation.

Zhao Mou keenly asked: "How do you say this? Could it be that Master Wanban's method of practicing shadow puppetry is related to the flood six years ago?"

Jiang Po sighed again.

She slowly revealed a very terrible truth.

To master the Shadow Puppet Art, you must first learn the Soul-Breaking Art. This Soul-Breaking Art was banned hundreds of years ago and no one is allowed to practice it, because in order to learn it, many human lives are needed to pave the way.

Practitioners have to extract ninety-nine and eighty-one souls, and they must be souls with strong negative emotions. They break these souls into pieces and fuse them, then cook them in a pot. Under the influence of the forbidden technique, these mixed souls finally It will be condensed into a small physical embryo. As long as the practitioner eats the embryo and drinks up the soup in the pot, he can stay young and extend his life.

That's what Wanban Master has always been for. The more he sees, the longer he wants to live. In order to live for a long time, he has killed countless "Nine-Nine-Eighty-One". But the forbidden arts cannot be seen in the light, and Master Wanban also hides in Tibet when doing these things. Nine years ago, he came to Fengtou Town, a place surrounded on three sides by mountains and one by water, and fell in love with this place.

Master Wanban secretly collected living souls and killed eighty-one people in three years. Some of them were local elderly people who were already old and died suddenly and quietly in their sleep. The children at home would not be too suspicious.

There are also visitors from out of town, and those who have died in a foreign land are the most difficult to track down. As long as the news cannot spread, their families will not be able to find them.

Occasionally, he would pretend to have an accident and take away the souls of some strong men and women. If they were pregnant women, he would also take away the souls of their unborn babies.

Just when these eighty-one living souls were obtained, some unknown accident happened. The cooked embryos did not enter Master Wanban's mouth and were actually fed into the Ye River.

Floods often occur in Yejiang, and many people have died in it. Resentments are everywhere, and there is a vague tendency to form evil spirits. Once the embryo of resentment enters, it immediately becomes a natural container and introduction, making the "Jiang evil spirit" completely Base molding.

That day, the wind blew violently, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the river suddenly became violent, causing an unprecedented flood. It was Jiang Po who arrived and suppressed the evil spirits in the river before the flood receded.

But all this was too difficult and consumed too much of Mrs. Jiang's energy. After she suppressed Jiang Chong, she fainted. When she woke up again, the credit had been taken away by Master Wanban. The people all thought that Master Wanban was responsible for controlling the water. He had great respect, but he ignored and even had prejudice against Jiang Po, the real hero.

"Didn't you try to tell the truth?" Siren frowned, showing a little pity and dissatisfaction on his face, but he was very vigilant in his heart.

Because the mother-in-law in front of me didn't look like she could manage the flood quietly by herself. According to the rumors among the people in the town, Master Wanban still gathered many strangers under his command to help and did this. After a lot of preparation, he was able to barely suppress the flood.

Moreover, when she was a sedan girl, she had seen Jiang Zong in the stage world. He was an almost-formed "god" who would be polluted even if he got close to her. If Jiang Po really had the ability to defeat Jiang Zong, she would not be able to kill him. Master of all kinds?

"I'm ashamed to say that I lost most of my strength in that battle, and when I woke up, I was already half a useless person." Jiang Po laughed, feeling very relieved when talking about such past events, "I can no longer fight with those evil sects. The heretics were entangled, so I had no choice but to save myself, so I took the initiative to build a small building by the river."

"Living here, I can still pay attention to Jiang Zong's suppression from time to time, which can be considered as my last meager effort for the people here..."

While they were chatting, Yu Xing was a little distracted.

As soon as he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black shadow running behind the jars and boxes on the wall, groping around like hands.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Brother Jiu calmly.

Sure enough, it was Guijiu who was inspecting those items under Jiang Po's nose.

"Anyway... now you understand what's wrong with your souls." Jiang Po touched the hand-warming blanket made of animal fur in her hand and looked at them with pity, "I know you They are not ordinary people, and their souls are much stronger than ordinary people, but even so, they have been damaged by the deliberate torture of all kinds of evil heretics."

"He will definitely take action against you. By then, your souls will be your biggest weakness and are inherently unstable. As long as he uses the soul-forbidden technique again, no matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to escape."

(End of this chapter)