Twilight Boundary

Chapter 88 The art of soul torture

When Hu Ma was startled by the strange sight in front of him, the old shopkeeper moved swiftly and without even looking at the human skin. He walked straight into the main room with staggered steps.

Now in the dark, Hu Ma couldn't see what was going on in the house. Plus, he was on crutches, so he didn't dare to rush in.

 Just heard a chaos inside, mixed with screams of pain, and the sound of broken jars.

But within a few seconds, the old shopkeeper had already grabbed a man and walked out, whispering: "Hold the lamp!"

"yes!"

Hu Ma was slightly frightened, so she hurriedly agreed, took out the fire seal from her arms, and went into the main room to look for an oil lamp.

The dim light of the firelight illuminated everything in the house. A glance at it made Hu Ma so shocked that she forgot to breathe for a moment.

　　It’s too weird.

 He saw that the ground was covered with blood, some of which had dried up, and some of which looked like it had just been shed.

 The cabinets, tables and chairs were mostly broken, as if they had just been broken.

Then following the dim light from the fire, he looked forward and saw a jar placed on the wooden table against the wall. It looked like the one he had seen from the salesman, only slightly larger.

Now that the jar has been broken, a strange white thing came out of it. It looked like some kind of embryo, but it was much larger. It vaguely looked like a deformed baby girl. It was frightening to look at it. This thing had been pinched. Dead, but part of the flesh and blood is still trembling slightly.

 In front of the jar, incense was burned, and there were three offerings.

 The first offering was a skull with fine bloodshot meat hanging on it. The empty eye sockets looked at the roof.

 The second plate contained a pair of heart and liver.

 The third plate was filled with five white-flour steamed buns... These were indeed real steamed buns.

Zhou Datong's inquiry was indeed good. The figure who sneaked into the Zhao family that night was indeed taught by Tan'er. He secretly murdered Widow Zhao, sacrificed her flesh and blood, and treated the human skin with magic to deceive the neighbors.

That person's skin can move and talk, and even he was almost deceived, let alone the people around him?

 Thinking of his viciousness and cruelty, my heart trembled for a moment.

But he endured it and found the oil lamp that had been thrown aside. Fortunately, it was not broken. He lit it with a fire stick and took it out.

The old shopkeeper was already sitting on the stone mill in the yard, and the person he pulled out was kneeling straight in front of the old shopkeeper. It looked like his hands and feet were not tied, but he thought he had been cured by some method. , with a look of despair on his face and his eyes closed.

 “Say it!”

The old shopkeeper pulled a dry coat from the yard, wiped the blood on his hands, and threw it aside.

Then he looked down at the man kneeling in front of him and sneered: "Sun Laojiu, where did you hide?"

 “When will he come back?”

　　　…”

The man seemed to know that he would not survive. He closed his eyes, opened them after a while, gritted his teeth and sneered:

"I asked why the fancy boy was nowhere to be seen. I guess he fell into your hands, right?"

"Hey, I advise you not to waste your time and give us a happy life. I won't tell you..."

　　　…”

 “Still hard?”

Hu Ma was a little surprised and looked at this man. He was a common figure in this village.

The blood on his face made him look a bit sinister. If these were removed, his face would look kind and smiling.

“Isn’t it true that if you imitate a tough guy, you will have a tough neck?”

The old shopkeeper glanced at him with a sneer and said calmly: "The salesman who came here earlier is called Hua Xianzi?"

“He was just like you and refused to say anything, but I threw him to death and then asked him carefully, and he still said it.”

　　　…”

 “Hehe, he said...”

The man was about to sneer when he heard the words, but suddenly realized that something was not right, and he was suddenly shocked.

He looked at the old shopkeeper with a look of disbelief in his eyes, and even his voice trembled: "Are you asking if you are dead?"

"you…"

"When did you, the New Year's Eve watchers, have the ability to torture souls?"

　　　…”

 “Learned it specially for you.”

The old shopkeeper said calmly: "It cost me three kilograms of blood food to find someone to exchange for this skill."

 “But it’s worth it.”

“If I don’t learn this technique, how can I entertain you old friends well when you come back?”

　　　…”

 The shopkeeper now behaves really calmly, as if he is just chatting with an acquaintance.

 In such confusion, his voice became hoarse: "You...how did you know we would come back?"

"hehe…"

The shopkeeper looked at the two large cars parked in the yard. The Zhao family made tofu, so it was normal to have a car. They could use it whether they were going to the countryside to collect soybeans or selling tofu in the city.

 But it’s just a tofu shop, but there are two of them, which makes the yard look a little cramped.

The shopkeeper looked at this man with a sinister smile on his face: "You are just pretending to be a ghost. Do you really think I can't see through the abilities of your Taner Cult?"

“Speaking of hiding something from the sky, there may be someone in this world who really knows how to transport such a large amount of blood food away.”

"But it won't be you guys who are doing bad things!" "So no matter how much fun you have, I already knew you would come back, so I have been waiting for you here!"

　　　…”

Hearing this, not only the man was surprised, but also Hu Ma immediately confirmed his earlier guess.

That batch of blood food is really still around this town?

Brother Erguotou’s guess was right earlier. Although the batch of blood food attracted evil spirits, it was not transported away at all.

It’s just that it wasn’t the old shopkeeper who hid it, but the Taner Cult.

This matter was obviously hidden from the old shopkeeper. They made the illusion that the blood food had been transported away, just to wait for the news to pass and then come back to transport it away secretly. But the old shopkeeper had already seen through it and guessed that they People will definitely come back again.

It’s just that, since the shopkeeper guessed it, why didn’t he tell the people above him?

"Ha ha ha ha…"

The man was shocked when the shopkeeper revealed his inner secret. But in the end, he didn't know what he thought of, and he suddenly laughed: "Unlike that girl of yours, you are indeed smart."

“It’s a pity that you’ve also lost your mind. Are you trying to find out the whereabouts of that batch of blood food from my mouth? I tell you, you’re overthinking it, because Grandpa Ninth didn’t tell us at all…”

“We were just ordered to come over to see if Fancy Son is dead or alive, and prepare two large cars.”

“We don’t know anything else. Even if you kill me and ask the spirit, you won’t be able to find out anything at all…”

　　　…”

The old shopkeeper looked at him intently. The man was panicking, but he deliberately puffed out his chest and looked at the old shopkeeper.

His eyes did not dodge, which seemed to confirm that he was telling the truth.

The old shopkeeper was just silent for a moment, then sighed and said to Hu Ma: "Prepare three sticks of incense and a pair of candles for me, and bring me a basin to catch the blood."

"you you…"

The man finally couldn't hold himself any longer and showed panic: "I told you, I really don't know..."

"yes."

The old shopkeeper said: "But I still have to ask, not only to find out about the batch of blood food, but mainly to make you suffer!"

The man's face turned blue when he heard this, and a chill took hold of his soul.

Hu Ma did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly went into the house to search, and indeed found the incense and candles the shopkeeper needed.

 The funny thing is that it was dug out of a black baggage, and this baggage obviously did not belong to the Doufu Zhao family, but more like it was carried by this man from Tan'er Cult.

When he was handed over to the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper also picked up the man and strode into the main room.

I don’t know what happened inside. The shopkeeper should use some method to seal this man’s mouth and nose to prevent his screams from disturbing the neighbors.

But Hu Ma could feel his body being hit by waves of coldness, and the fur around him was getting dry, as if something inhuman had run into the yard. He turned on the fire and managed to hold on.

 “This main room…”

 He turned his head and glanced at the main room, but quickly missed his sight.

Humah didn’t know what kind of weird and cruel punishment was going on in this room, but Hu Ma knew that it must be exciting.

After a stick of incense, the shopkeeper came out.

Hu Ma looked at him, covered in blood, with a gloomy face, as if he had returned from hell.

 Silently he pulled off the hanging cloth and handed it to him.

After wiping his hands, the shopkeeper still had a face, so he threw them away, sat down on the millstone, and silently took the pot and smoked.

 “Aren’t you curious?”

I don’t know how long it took before he suddenly asked Hu Ma.

 “Not curious.”

Hu Ma said: "That's not something I, a clerk who burns green incense, can care about. I'm just here to repay the shopkeeper's kindness in teaching the Dharma."

 “I don’t want to hear anything else.”

　　　…”

The shopkeeper glanced at him and seemed to see that he didn't look fake, so he sighed in a low voice: "You are smart."

"Actually, I don't care about the stolen blood food or anything like that. After all, I've already taken the blame. Now, I just want to wait for these **** from Tan'er to come back and kill every last one of them."

　　　…”

 The courtyard fell into a long silence again.

Hu Ma suddenly said: "But if there is a problem, I am still concerned..."

"He sister, can it still be cured? Maybe those people have an antidote... or a solution?"

　　　…”

 In the night, the oil smoke was blurry, but it was still noticeable, and the shopkeeper's eyes seemed to dim.

After a long time, he whispered: "It's difficult, it's too difficult..."

“In the art of making animals, he burned her skin with boiling oil, and skinned vicious dogs alive, refined their skins with secret methods, and pasted them on her body until they grew in one place and could not be separated..."

 “…It’s all her life!”

"But I am her elder, so I can't ignore her, I have to take her to try my luck."

　　　…”

Hu Ma didn't ask any more questions and whispered: "We should go back, shopkeeper, there should be good things replaced over there."

 (End of this chapter)