My weird life

Su Wu frowned slightly.

He had contact with the Red Ai Society many times, and even fought with the final owner of the Red Ai Society, ‘Wang Chuanzhen’. He also knew that in the Red Ai Society, the ‘resentful fire’ was passed down from generation to generation, and the resentful fire was used to entangle the resentful couple, forming the ‘Red Ai’ of various generations.

But all the Red Ai of various generations were named ‘Wang Chuanzhen’.

What is this ‘Yuan Mei Hong Ai’? Is it some kind of reference?

Now that the resentful fire on Bai Changlian has been removed, the red jade in the ‘Zui Xiang Lou’ in Qingzhou, hundreds of miles away from Wanshan, may have been alarmed and left the place of residence first.

Fortunately, the Red Ai Society had a connection with the White Lotus Sect in the past, and now for some unknown reason, it wants to hunt down the White Lotus Sect members.

Su Wu has established a connection with the White Lotus Sect, and sooner or later he will find clues about the Red Ai Society!

“What is the relationship between the various factions of the White Lotus Sect?” Su Wu turned to look at the distraught Wu Wenyuan and asked him.

Wu Wenyuan came back to his senses, and without thinking much, he replied to Su Wu: "It is also the law of the jungle, the big fish eat the small fish, the small fish eat the shrimp... Although there are alliances between the major branches, there are also many cases of fighting against each other.

The differences between the various branches of the White Lotus Sect are sometimes much greater than the differences between different sects.

The secret methods of each sect are also different.

It was only a few decades ago that the leader of the Zhenkong Hometown Association spread the "True Secret of Starting Fire" and spread this method within the White Lotus Sect, making it the basic method for the White Lotus believers to save their lives.

In addition, no other sects will generously spread the method to the White Lotus believers outside their own sects."

Hearing from Wu Wenyuan that the "Zhenkong Hometown Association" spread the "True Secret of Starting Fire", Su Wu was more inclined to believe that Zhu'er, Xiuxiu and others might be in the "Zhenkong Hometown Association".

The disciples of Yin Ximai inherited the torch from their master Li Yueshan, and none of them are so selfish.

If Zhu'er, Xiuxiu and others have discovered some secrets of the 'Vacuum Hometown', and such secrets can benefit people, they will not hesitate to pass them on to ordinary people.

Moreover, when Su Wu was in a desperate situation and was about to die under the blockade of the Cross Tribulation and the three ghosts of the Three Pure Intestines, Eye Ghost and Hair Ghost, it was Xiuxiu who drove the big mule that contained the Li Ghost to come and save Su Wu, and told her that everyone was waiting for him in the Vacuum Hometown.

Li Hu, a junior brother of the kitchen class, once fought with the 'Red Sorrow Society' and suppressed a Red Sorrow God, leaving behind the good name of 'Tiger Catcher Immortal' in later generations.

So have they had contact with the 'Red Sorrow Society' now?

Why did the two sides get in touch?

Is it because of the 'Yin Ximai Patriarch'?

Or because of himself?

"Let the old man deal with this man." Su Wu looked at the 'white long-faced man' who was kneeling on the ground with all five fingers of one hand broken, and turned to Wu Wenyuan.

Wu Wenyuan sighed deeply and nodded in agreement.

Su Wu and Li Xiongbiao, Li Heihu and three others moved the twelve thin-skinned coffins together.

He turned and walked towards Li Heihu. The voices of Wu Wenyuan and 'white long-faced man' were heard behind him. The old man's voice was gentle, not as harsh as before: "Your aunt and I both like children. When we were young, we had a son and a daughter, but we all died in the 'Three Feudatories Rebellion'. Your aunt also had a hidden injury at that time, and she could not give birth from then on... Although the injuries on her body have healed, the injuries in her heart are actually more incurable...

After the rebellion, we left Yunnan and joined the Sanyang Society.

Following the teacher to do great things, Xingyi Banner, We were doing the "anti-Qing and restoration of Ming" thing, and we moved around for many years. When we passed through Shaanxi, we met you, whose parents had died in the famine.

Your aunt had always wanted to adopt a child, preferably a younger one, so that he could be closer to us after he grew up.

But you happened to be the one we met at that time. You were thin, with a huge belly and head, and had worms. When you saw me and your aunt, you asked us to save you. Your aunt was soft-hearted and decided to take you with her..."

Wu Wenyuan spoke a lot in a gentle voice, recounting the past years.

Seeing that his expression had become much gentler, ‘Bai Changlian’ thought that he was finally soft-hearted and cared about their past feelings, so he kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, “Uncle Wu, I was wrong, Uncle Wu, I made a big mistake…

Please forgive me this time…”

Wu Wenyuan sighed deeply, looked down at Bai Changlian who was kneeling on the ground, and said in a low voice: “You still don’t understand…”

He turned his head and looked up at the sky, bowed with tears in his eyes: “Min Yu, this child made an unforgivable mistake and killed several brothers—I can tolerate him, but Sanyanghui can never tolerate him!

I can only send him down to accompany you…”

“Uncle Wu!”

Bai Changlian raised his head suddenly when he heard this!

He saw Uncle Wu’s slightly transparent, expressionless face, and a knife tip flashed under that face. With a ‘puff’ sound, a cold feeling pierced through Bai Changlian’s throat!

Black blood flowed out of his mouth and nostrils. The neck had been stabbed through by a sharp knife!

Wu Wenyuan pulled out the knife, and the cold and strange aura emanated from the gradually limp body of Bai Changmian, but the strange aura did not spread far before it was suppressed by an invisible force and disappeared on the spot.

Li Heihu walked past Wu Wenyuan with a bowl of soul-collecting rice and took away the fierce ghost imprisoned in the body of Bai Changmian. Wu Wenyuan stood there in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

Twelve thin-skinned coffins were placed in front of Su Wu.

Inside the coffin, 'buried' is the 'vessel' in which the Holy Child was conceived.

Previously, the twelve missionaries used themselves as the 'base' of the coffin and tried to summon the 'real Daqin Temple' with the help of the container in the coffin. They ultimately failed. Their bodies were all stuck to the bottom of the coffin, emitting a putrid smell. .

The shadows around the coffin squirmed, turning into black sharp knives following Su Wu's thoughts, probing into the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin body, and suddenly knocked open a pair of coffins!

The coffin was lined with layers of linen.

Men and women, most of whom were no more than fifteen years old, were lying on their backs on the linen cloth. On the linen cloth they were lying on, there were traces of brown corpse water in the shape of a 'big' character, layers of which were like gelatin and human skin. The flesh-colored fetal membrane grew out of the large-shaped corpse marks and adhered to the backs, arms, and sides of the legs of the young men and women, gradually covering their entire bodies in the flesh-colored fetal membrane!

Human faces occasionally appeared on the flesh-colored fetal membranes.

The faces were all different, but when they saw Su Wu standing outside the coffin, their expressions changed instantly, and the fetal membranes spread even faster around the young men and women— —

All the young men and women in Su Wu's view were clearly still breathing!

They are still alive!

Swish, swish, swish!

Behind Su Wu, who was standing in front of the coffin, a series of transparent arms grew out. The transparent arms instantly swirled with red and white firewood, turning into firewood whip ropes, and suddenly reached into a building. Inside the coffin, the flesh-colored fetal membranes with human faces protruding from them were surrounded and ignited!

laugh! laugh!

Waves of stench rushed out of the coffin!

The flesh-colored fetal membrane quickly retreated under the blazing fire and retracted into the corpse marks on the linen cloth!

The linen lining the walls of the coffin were all ignited by the fire, but the corpse marks it carried were not stained by a ray of fire. As the linen was burned to char, the corpse marks were imprinted on the bottom of the coffin. The bottom of the coffin was also burned through by fire, and the traces of the corpse were imprinted on the earth!

Dark arms grew out of the shadows, wrapping around many young men and women, dragging them out of the coffin.

Under the coffin that was burned to charcoal, the 'big'-shaped corpse marks were connected to each other and overlapped, forming a larger corpse mark on the ground where Su Wu and others were standing.

It didn't produce any charm at all, it seemed like it was just a trace that was difficult to erase.

But it remains in this Daqin Temple, just quietly imprinted on the masonry on the ground, as if it exudes endless malice, making people's hair stand on end and their hearts chilling.

Who did this corpse mark come from?

How can it fade?

If you ignore it, what will it become?

All kinds of questions lingered in Su Wu's mind.

——Those foreign Taoist priests in Daqin Temple used shrouds made of linen to shelter believers and refine the 'silver of mankind' and 'transformation of gods'. The linen itself has no effect, and the effect comes from the rubbings on the linen. Since they can inherit, imprint, and utilize corpse traces, they must also have corresponding methods to eliminate them.

It's just that this method is not yet within Su Wu's grasp.

Su Wu's eyes stayed on the 'big'-shaped mark for a moment, then turned to look at the dozen boys and girls.

The sex souls who stayed here from the Sanyang Society, as well as Uncle Biao, Uncle Zhang, and Black Tiger took care of more than a dozen people and called them for a while. These young men, women, and even infants who had no obvious injuries were all there one by one. Wake up and turn around.

Looking at the translucent figures around them and the three tall and thick men, they suddenly became frightened and struggled to escape. The disciples of the Sanyang Society and the three Li family members rushed to stop them, and the scene immediately became chaotic.

"Don't panic." Su Wu spoke at this time, and there was some strange power in his words that calmed the minds of the teenagers and children who had just woken up.

They stopped and looked at Su Wu.

Su Wu continued: "Why did you become the person in the coffin in this Daqin Temple?

But still remember what it was like before you fell into coma? "

All the young children looked at each other.

Someone lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a while, then whispered: "I was originally an orphan adopted by the Tzu Chi Hall of Daqin Temple... A few days ago, the 'deacon' said that I had received the favor of God, and he wanted to receive God's grace for me and ordered me to take it every day. A potion.

I drank that potion for a few days...and then fell asleep one night..."

"My brother and I are children of Niu Shangxi's family in Tieniu Village. We don't know why we are here...

Brother, can you take us home? We want to go home..."

"Woo... I want to go home..."

Everyone's calmness was suddenly disturbed again when several children started crying.

The teenagers were talking all over the place, making the scene even more confusing.