"Crunch..."
The old wooden door made a harsh sliding and friction sound when it was pushed open, and then, the scene inside the T-shaped room fell into Wang Ping's field of vision.
Just as he expected.
I saw a fire standing in the corner of the dim room, with burnt black bones inside and brown blood scattered around.
Obviously, Lin Sheng is very successful as a person.
At least for the [unforgivable person] in the D-shaped room, he didn't waste anything, and he didn't choose not to eat Pure Land raw. He even made a fire.
Use each other's bones.
In the true sense, it is taken from people and used for people, and most of the Grievance-Baleful Aura in the whole room are concentrated on the burned out fire.
"This is different..."
Wang Ping looked serious, and was simply robbed of food. Although it was desperate to starve to death, there were also Grievance-Baleful Aura, but it was actually within the normal range.
However, being eaten alive is another matter - not only for the deceased, but also for Lin Sheng who did it. Grievance-Baleful Aura will also be born after his death, and the total amount will probably be several times that of Wang Ping's previous estimate.
"In other words... enough to give birth to a demon."
In the Immortal Sect, the devil is just a tool of the monks, not a powerful thing. It often needs to be formed in groups and coordinated with formations to have power.
However, it is different in Great Shun.
After all, the formless demon is not afraid of swords and guns at all. Attacks against the soul can be regarded as real damage to warriors, and there is no means of defense at all.
"This is the goal of Xu Bingzheng, Imperial Academy?"
Wang Ping frowned. There must be many situations like Lin Family Estate, so Xu Bingzheng wants to use this to cultivate an army of demons?
Used against warriors?
It sounds reasonable, but Wang Ping still doesn't think it's right. The reason is very simple - compared with this goal, Imperial Academy's method is too rough.
At least if it were him, he would never put things in a mere Longxing County. This would be too eye-catching, and it would be easy for others to find something wrong. But if it were dispersed to Great Shun, eight provinces, twenty-four prefectures, three hundred and sixty states, and thousands of counties, who would be able to find something wrong?
Thinking of this, Wang Ping came to the conclusion:
"Cultivating demons should be just foreplay and one of the preparations beforehand. Imperial Academy needs to use these demons to achieve a more important goal."
Then here comes the problem.
"Imperial Academy spent so much Great Strength energy to achieve the goal... will it only be placed on a county magistrate Xu Bingzheng, Titled Martial Master?"
Something's wrong!
Wang Ping puts himself in his shoes and feels that if he really wants to do something big, it would be reliable to have at least one Martial Grandmaster in charge. Titled Martial Master is not of a high standard.
What's more, even in Titled Martial Master, whether it is Xu Bingzheng or Li Yiran, their strength is far from enough to suppress variables.
So there are only two possibilities.
Either I guessed wrongly and this matter is not that important to the Imperial Academy, or the person who actually presided over this matter has not taken action yet...
"... not good!"
Suddenly, Wang Ping's heart rang with alarm. "I have done so much before. If the real host finds out, he will definitely regard me as a thorn in his side."
"He will kill me!"
Longxing County Outside the city.
In a mountain forest, under the cover of heavy trees, a simple and improvised altar can be vaguely seen, with a straw man standing on the platform.
Off the stage, [White-Stepping Battalion] Dutong Yan Weichuan felt his scalp was numb. Although the temperature had warmed up in the past two days, he only felt a chill deep into his bones at the moment. The cold wind blew past his ears. Although he could see nothing, he always felt like there was something floating around him.
"It's so evil!"
"No wonder the superiors say to try not to come into contact with these Transcendent."
Yan Weichuan swallowed, and immediately looked at the altar. Under the straw man, there were two pale-faced figures bowing and bowing.
At first glance, both of them appear to be living people of flesh and blood.
However, in the eyes of real martial arts masters, there was no pulse or sound of blood flowing in these two people's bodies, and their pale skin also looked thin.
Especially their facial expressions, although they are lifelike and can even change like living people, but down to some very small parts, their expressions are extremely stiff, like a perfect painting. Although it can look fake and real, it is still a dead thing that does not move.
Life and death, movement and stillness.
This extreme sense of contradiction and intersection made Yan Weichuan even feel some physical discomfort, and he couldn't help but distance himself from those two people.
The resurrection of paper figures is an unparalleled thaumaturgy... But looking at the two people, Yan Weichuan couldn't help but wonder, "Are they really Xu Bingzheng and Li Yiran?"
Is it right or wrong to stay here by myself?
Thinking of this, Yan Weichuan finally felt a little regretful, but now he couldn't look back and could only continue on the same path until the end.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
After kneeling three times and knocking nine times, one person was seen holding a hammer and another person holding a nail, and they struck the straw man's head hard, making a sonorous sound.
Almost at the same time.
"... Huh?"
In front of Longxing County, Lin Family Estate's door, Wang Ping's body suddenly shook, and an inexplicable sleepiness came to mind, but it disappeared instantly.
Everything happened too fast.
When Wang Ping was approaching, he felt that he had just been distracted for a moment and didn't notice anything was wrong. Before, he probably wouldn't have had the slightest suspicion.
But now, he suddenly became alert. "I have already cultivated Spirit-Communing Thought, and I am a warrior Divine Intent. How could I suddenly lose my mind?"
There's something wrong! Something's wrong!
Thinking of this, Wang Ping immediately ran Spirit Sense at full speed and checked his own status. What shocked him was that he found nothing.
"Oops." Wang Ping gritted his teeth secretly.
If you can't find the problem, it only means that the problem is very serious!
"Is it some kind of Unorthodox Arts?"
Wang Ping took a deep breath, the panic in his eyes quickly calmed down, and his consciousness sank into Morgue. The bright [Otherworldly Celestial Demon] was his greatest confidence.
"It's okay, I can still come back to life after I die."
In the blink of an eye, Wang Ping had already figured out his thinking, "This life is given, but it cannot be given in vain. Its use value must be maximized."
"First, I have to figure out the other party's methods."
You cannot step into the same pit twice. Before you die, you must figure out what Unorthodox Arts is, what its effects are, and how to prevent it.
"Secondly, we must continue the investigation."
Based on previous experience, I am afraid that next time I resurrect, I will still be related to Longxing County. In this case, the significance of the investigation is very great.
"The secret of Lin Family Estate has not yet been completely discovered. It is related to the major events of the Imperial Academy and Longxing County. If it can be found out, it will also provide me with new ideas and directions for my subsequent resurrection. Otherwise, I will be crossing the river by feeling for stones. It is easy to get stuck in the same place and it is difficult to make a breakthrough."
"Finally, it's martial arts."
Wang Ping opens and closes his palms, feeling the magnificent power running within his body. This is the blessing of the art of war from the perfection level [Thirteen Guardians' Iron-Body Qigong].
He borrowed it with [A Promise Worth a Thousand Gold].
"Try to pay off the loan before I die, otherwise I will be stuck with it and won't be able to borrow new things, which will seriously affect my Peerless Borrowed Talent talent."
At this thought, Wang Ping immediately turned around.
The goal is set, and the next step is to take action. Paper Effigy Substitute can be responsible for the investigation, but the remaining two require his own hands.
Lin Family Estate.
After a moment of downtime, the paper man Wang Ping opened his eyes again. He didn't know when the crisis would come, and he had to race against time before that.
"This room..."
Looking around the T-shaped room, Wang Ping began to look for clues - but he said he was looking for clues, but in fact the clues were everywhere, and they were carved on the walls of the room.
It was a dense collection of self-narrations, emotions, and lamentations.
The strokes are firm and powerful. Wang Ping recognizes this handwriting.
"It's Lin Sheng."
This is another form of diary, and judging from the smoothness of the handwriting, the tool he used to carve the words should be a sword that sharpens iron like clay.
Soon, Wang Ping found the original handwriting.
It is located at the door of the T-shaped room, below the threshold. You can imagine that Lin Sheng was sitting on the threshold while carving this line of characters.
[I'm hungry.]
[What is the name of that death row prisoner? Oh yes, Zhu Wu. He was hiding in the corner and looking at me with fear on his face. It's really ridiculous.]
[When I threw the dossier in his face, he denied it at first. After I exposed it, he became angry and wanted to attack me. After being beaten violently by me, he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy with tears in his eyes. It turned out that he was also afraid of death, and he had obviously killed three people.]
[He shouldn't be alive.]
At this point, the handwriting is a little scattered: [Okay... I admit that I am making excuses, I am getting hungrier and hungry, and I can even start to smell it.]
[That death row prisoner... he smells really good.]
[I really want to take a bite, I can even hear the sound of blood flowing in his body, like a gurgling stream, which makes people want to drink.]
[But this is wrong.]
[He may die, even Lingchi, but he cannot die like this.]
[Xu Bingzheng, that dog officer just wants to see this scene. I can't do what he wants. I must hold on. I will definitely be able to hold on...]
[But I'm really hungry.]
[So hungry.]
[So hungry.]
[So hungry!]
The further back you go, the more messy the handwriting becomes.
At the same time, the place where the words were carved also changed, from under the threshold, to near the table and chairs, to the center of the room - somewhere closer and closer to the corner.
In the end, it became a meaningless picture.
Wang Ping frowned, followed the writing, and finally stood in front of the pile of burned-out bones. He sighed softly, and then pushed away all the piles of fire.
Under the fire was the last line of words left by Lin Sheng in this room. The handwriting was clear again, but it was no longer as strong and strong as it was at the beginning. Instead, it seemed fragmented and weak. The person who wrote this line probably had his hands shaking all the time, and this was reflected in the notes:
[I couldn't help it.]
Looking at the four words under the fire, Wang Ping shook his head. He was not surprised at all. After all, he had experienced similar hunger before.
[Life-Stealing Thief].
This strange Cultivation Method obtained from the Immortal Sect makes him often long for other people's Life Essence, so he knows very well that this is not something that can be tolerated.
Especially when there are sufficient "excuses", this kind of patience becomes even more difficult.
"A death row prisoner and an unpardonable murderer is a perfect excuse. It would be better to say that Lin Sheng couldn't hold back."
The problem is later.
"The D-shaped room is just the first step for Lin Sheng to break the bottom line. After all, murderers can be eaten, but what about human teeth? What about scammers?"
This is how the bottom line is lowered step by step.
"That's why there are four kinds of people in four rooms..." Wang Ping was chilled to the bone, and he deeply felt the thoughts of Xu Bingzheng who set up this situation.
Vicious, shrewd, and cruel.
What's even more shocking is that all this is not about any deep grudge between Xu Bingzheng and Lin Sheng, but just for some simpler purpose.
"He needs a demon."
"So in order to cultivate the devil, both Lin Sheng and the people in the four rooms were regarded as tools by him, fully realizing the value of human sacrifice."
Thinking of this, Wang Ping couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.
Walking out of the D-shaped room and arriving at the door of the C-shaped room, Wang Ping's eyelids drooped, and then he saw a messy handwriting carved on the floor tile in front of the door.
[I am doing harm to the people.]
[Zhu Wu This man is a prisoner on death row and his crime is unpardonable. Moreover, when I was trying to endure, he still wanted to kill me, which shows that his evil will not change.]
[He deserves to die!]
[Anyway, I'm not hungry anymore, that's the end of it...]
"..."
Wang Ping shook his head, feeling shaken from the messy handwriting. Lin Sheng had broken the law, and he remembered the feeling of his hunger being satisfied.
Once you've eaten enough, it only becomes more difficult to endure hunger.
So far?
Impossible, the result will only get worse.
"Crunch..."
Pushing open the second door, Wang Ping saw the scene in the C-shaped room, and the first thing that appeared in front of him was a paragraph of words written on the door frame:
[I'm hungry again.]