Nightmare Attack

I don’t know if it’s because he has played too many high-end rounds, but now Fatty feels that a human skin lantern is not unacceptable. After all, when he and the doctor were on the mission of the Huang’s old house, they also saw a human skin drum with their own eyes. It is similar to making lanterns from human skin, and it is a blood debt left by the evil old society.

But judging from the doctor's attitude, it seems that things are more complicated than I thought.

Zhu Jie's eyes were dim, and he cursed secretly, "This is too bad, it's really Luo Nuzhan..."

The fat man heard the words and asked: "Why, why is this human skin lantern called Luo Nuzhan, and what's the name of this lantern?"

After Tang Qisheng learned that they would not die for the time being, his expression became less terrified, and he replied in a low voice: "You don't know, there is a reason why this human skin lantern is named Luonvzhan. According to legend, the capital of Luoyang was created by Xia Jie, the last monarch of the Xia Dynasty. The extravagant desires to do anything, especially searching for beautiful women from all over the world, hiding them in the harem, entangled with them day and night, drinking and having fun."

"It is said that there is a beautiful woman in the harem with firm skin, who is very much loved by Xia Jie, but one day when Xia Jie was drinking, he suddenly discovered that there was an extra scar on this woman's arm. It is a beautiful jade in the world, but now it has flaws."

"Besides the pain, I looked at the many beauties who were drunk and having fun, and I couldn't help worrying that if these beauties were also injured, they would be a waste of money."

"So he simply ordered that all these beauties be killed with poisoned wine before they were injured, and then ordered people to carefully peel off the skins of these beauties, and then found skilled craftsmen to prop up these human skins and carefully dress them up as the beauties when they were alive. Standing in his bedroom, so that he can appreciate it day and night."

"But after a long time, he also disliked that these beauties have no warmth to the touch, and their looks are dark and unpopular. At this time, a folk craftsman recommended himself, saying that he had a way. He hollowed out each piece of human skin and polished it thin. The inside is propped up with slender bamboo strips, and then a big red candle is put in it, the thin human skin is transparent, so that when viewed at night, these "beauties" are radiant, radiant, and alive There was no difference, Xia Jie was overjoyed and ordered to reward the craftsman heavily."

After listening to Tang Qisheng's explanation, the fat man hated and feared at the same time. What he hated was that this Xia Jie was so inhuman and regarded human life as worthless. What he feared was the story itself. He didn't believe that those improved "beauties" could be with living people. Besides, isn't he afraid of placing these "beauties" in the bedroom at night? Fatty's back felt chills just thinking about that scene.

Unexpectedly, before Tang Qisheng finished speaking, he paused and continued: "It's not a big deal. What's really weird is the story behind. It is said that Xia Jie's complexion has become more rosy since then, and he stayed in the bedroom. After sleeping for 7 or 8 hours, someone asked why. After waking up, Xia Jie laughed and pointed to the nearby "beauties" and said that these beauties were playing with him just now, and they refused to let him go. When the servant heard the words, his two branches trembled in fright."

"After the fall of the Xia Dynasty, some people who escaped from the palace said that these "beauty lamps" were very strange, and they were very particular about their placement and orientation. When you hear the whispering voices among women, you can't keep them too far away, or place them alone, otherwise you will see people wandering around at night."

"There are also rumors that the folk craftsman is a demon, and he sealed the souls of these beauties in the lamps, but the truth is no longer verified, and those "beauty lamps" also perished with the Xia Dynasty. Buried in the dust of history."

Tang Qisheng is worthy of being an investigator of folklore. The stories he told are far more detailed than those of Jiang Cheng, Yao, Shun and Yu. Tomb, and although there is only one red candle in it, it lasts for a long time. There is a saying that it is not the red candle burned inside, but the unfinished life of a woman.

Ordinary tomb robbers would not dare to touch this kind of thing. Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng began to miss Yu Chengmu and his group again. If the old man was still alive, today's situation might be resolved.

After a short period of silence, the surroundings suddenly changed. A dozen lanterns suddenly lit up around them. This time, not only the fat man, but even the well-informed Tang Qisheng was stunned. He had never seen so many lanterns. Luo Nuzhan.

But that's not enough, the lanterns spread out in circles, like water waves, there are hundreds of them, and the space here is surprisingly large.

"Where is this place?" Tang Qisheng turned pale with fright, "Is it a certain emperor's tomb?"

"Normal emperors wouldn't put these ghostly things in the mausoleum." Jiang Cheng was vigilant around, he already smelled danger.

However, after all the lights were turned on, the scene in front of them really stunned everyone. The suppressed darkness receded like a tide, and the drama finally began.

The surroundings are no longer silent, and the sound of music is heard from a distance. The sound of punching, the shouting of punching... All kinds of voices spewed out at this moment, but they seemed so natural.

Of course, they are the outsiders. Jiang Cheng and the others stood where they were, but the floor had already been replaced by a wooden floor, surrounded by tables, square wine tables, long gambling tables, and special tables for people. On the juggling stage, every table is full of people.

Human skin lanterns stood beside the tables, like silent maids, Jiang Cheng glanced coldly at everything around him, the people here were dressed in different styles, there were men in old-fashioned Chinese tunic suits, and women in camisoles , there are outdoor experts in arctic winter clothing and goggles, there are spirited guys in Doudou shoes and tight shorts, there are tattooed men with a shirtless upper body, and there are kind old grandmas with a stooped body...

People are different from each other, but groups that seem to have no intersection are strangely harmonious here at this moment. Everyone sits or stands around a table, laughing, eating, and playing. Indulging in pleasure, whether it is full of wrinkles or full of youth, in short, everyone has a smile on their face, a smile from the heart, but against the backdrop of human skin lanterns, in the blood-red halo, these The smile was vaguely ferocious.

(end of this chapter)