A strange voice

's 18th birthday was a time of youthful freedom and wild rebellion.Why must I endure the invasion of a demon, to spend every day in the company of horror and gloom…That night, he came again.Fear and r...No, that's not likely...

I carefully recalled my uncle's life.

He left home at a young age. According to the Shen family's records, he entered the Shen family before the age of ten.

If he were a demon or ghost, having lived in the Shen family for sixty years, taking care of his food, clothing, shelter and everything else, how could the ancestors of the Shen family, as well as his wife—Madam Shen, the head of the Shen family—not have noticed

My brother and I have also interacted with my uncle, and we didn't find anything unusual about him. Most importantly, even our aloof Emperor, who is usually very perceptive, has met him. If he were a demon, wouldn't the Emperor have noticed

And he was very loyal to the Shen family, and devoted to his aunt.

How is that possible...

That clump of black mist didn't spread, it hovered on the ground for a while, then began to dissipate.

Zhou Lao Yao's original fearful expression, tinged with a hint of surprise, mumbled, "…The Monarch did not appear, has he forgiven us…"

My brother took advantage of his unguarded state, jumped over and locked arms with him.

“Zhou Laoyao, what are you talking about What is the intention of your Zhou family setting up a coffin formation here If you don't tell me, I'll send you to the police station and contact the media to publicize your Zhou family's story. How about that”

Zhou Laoyao's bloodshot eyes moved towards me, and he said in a low voice: "There's nothing to say, don't you guys try to take our family treasure..."

"You destroyed the body like this, we can sue you as victims and have you arrested. Then you won't even have your own underwear, let alone keep any treasures. Ha ha, dream on."

My older brother's sly and sarcastic words irritated Zhou Lao Yao. His face twitched, and he muttered in a low voice, "Actually, it's nothing special... Our Zhou family has always..."

Throughout history, whatever it may be, I looked at the small piece of human skin on the ground. There seemed to be a pattern on it.

This is located at the position of the lower dantian. The lower dantian is three inches below the navel in a human body. This place is relatively hidden, and it's not visible to people who are not very close.

"Have you always had this mark" I asked, frowning.

Zhou Lao Yao was a little afraid of me. He nodded and said, "Our family has men, but now besides me and the son of the third brother's family, there are no more male members left..."

"So, what's the story with this tomb Why did he have to be buried here" my brother pressed.

“This mark is said to have been passed down through generations. Our Zhou family ancestors migrated gradually from the Central Plains to the south, settling here almost three hundred years ago. Once there was a major flood that washed out a section of the ravine in front of the mountain, creating a small river and changing the landscape…”

The Zhou family's ancestors did have an official, Zhou Lao Yao said he was an astronomer in the middle to late Ming Dynasty. After retiring, he brought the family heirloom here for safekeeping (hiding).

After that, generation after generation was taught to return to one's roots.

“When did this mark appear” I pressed.

“I don’t know about that… anyway, every male in our family line has it, just not the ones who branched off.” Zhou Lao Yao stared at us and said, “Now that you know, you should leave. Staying here too long will cloud your mind…”

He nervously glanced into the depths of the territory.

Here there are many little beams of light, staring at them for too long will make you dizzy.

However, this is not enough to confuse our minds.

"Hmm... what's that" My gaze drifted towards the deepest part of the mountain.

Zhou Laoyao's face was tense, his lips trembling and he dared not speak.

There is so much light, and each light beam carries particles. Those who practice can hear clearly and see with great vision. If they look closely, they can even see the dust particles within each light beam.

At the deepest point, there is a light source hidden among many light spots, yet it has no source of illumination.

Silence fell again, abruptly.

I wanted to go up and have a look, Zhou Lao Yao was held back by my brother, and I heard his teeth chattering.

"Xiao Qiao, be careful," my brother cautioned.

I nodded, knowing this mark was related to the black hole that appeared at the Shen Family Treasure Pavilion. I had to find out the key to it.

Climbing past the rugged terrain, I approached the cliff face.

The aura here... is not affected by the sinister qi emanating from all those coffins surrounding it. Instead, it carries a hot and humid breath, constantly seeping out from this cliff face. The closer you get, the more obvious this feeling becomes.

I swallowed hard. The glowing thing on the mountainside seemed like an eye staring right at me.

>

The moonlight from the sky seemed to be concentrated here.

"...This is...a, a pearl pendant" I walked in and took a closer look.

This is a phosphorescent pearl, small enough to hold in the palm of your hand. It's commonly known as a night pearl.

This light is like moonlight, and it's self-luminous, just hanging here so gently.

What I stepped on under my feet, when I looked down, was a rotten cloth strip. There were also winding and twisting words on it. I took out the yellow paper with writing from my pocket and compared it, they were similar, of the same kind.

"Zhou Lao Yao, what is written on these yellow paper talismans in your family" My brother asked.

"How should I know! That's what they put on every coffin!"

"Don't you know Who are you trying to fool You don't even know if you can write it out"

"I... I really don't know..." Zhou Lao Yao's voice was a little timid.

"Zhou Laoyao, we Taoists value fate. Since my sister and I have arrived here, it means we're all brought together by fate. Don't try to back out. It's best you be honest and tell us everything. Who knows, maybe we can even help you keep your secret." My brother said in a persuasive manner.

"... This was passed down from our ancestors, I can't explain it..."

"Life sentence, huh"

“...”

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When it comes to playing the victim, my brother really knows how to pull it off.

He could whine with a logic that was frustratingly clear, laced with seemingly playful threats.

Zhou Lao Yao's arm was twisted painfully by my brother, he gritted his teeth and said: “ … that yellow paper talisman is a passed down ‘zhù’, meaning the Zhou family disciples devoutly bury their dead, a holy object guarding life and death…”

I let out a silent sigh of relief inside my heart, it wasn't some strange incantation after all.

The relic, should be this pearl-like natural pendant resembling moonlight.

I reached out to take the bead down, but as soon as my right hand rose, a sharp pain shot through my fingertips. I immediately stopped moving.

Almost forgot, be careful with the blood from your fingertips.

I switched hands to pick up the bead, and my brother suddenly yelled, "Damn it, what are you doing!"

"Whoosh..." A cloud of dust settled on my cheek again.

I had dust in my eyes, squinting hard to see what was happening with my brother.

Suddenly something fell onto my shoulder and quickly crawled down my arm!

"Ah!" I couldn't see anything, and reflexively tried to drop what was in my hand.

As it swayed, I touched the cool, smooth pendant.

The touch of jade.

But suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my back of the hand, so intense that I almost blacked out.

A giant white moon suddenly appeared before my eyes.

The moonlight was as smooth as silk, covering the entire heaven and earth.

Like daytime.

Before I could calm down, I heard my brother's scolding and Zhou Lao Yao's strange noises in my ears —

"Ck ck… you… all… Old Zhou's… mission… is… complete…”nes would enter homes and cut off people's queue (topknot), those who had their queue cut would be imprisoned by their soul, becoming tools for others, and eventually their souls would dissipate and d...