During the rest of the journey, Song Yao explained all of Zhao Zhao's questions in detail.
"The skin - wearing corpse was originally a kind of puppet technique passed down in the Song family. However, this puppet technique is different from the one you learned in Po Suo Village."
Zhao Zhao, always eager to learn, asked, "What's it like then?"
"It's a technique that uses the dead as sacrifices and refines their physical bodies into extremely powerful puppets. Back then, the puppets refined in this way were all people who voluntarily offered themselves before death. But there were always some ill - intentioned people who tried to use living people as sacrifices. So later, this technique was listed as a forbidden art in the Xuanmen and was no longer taught."
But as Song Yao said, there were always ill - intentioned people.
In Song Changyang's generation of the Song family, there were quite a few talented people.
Song Changyang was one, and so were his two elder brothers.
Song Changming, the second elder brother of Song Changyang, was especially talented.
Since childhood, Song Changming had been extremely gifted. By the time he was just an adult, he had already learned most of the Xuanmen's techniques. As time went by, he began to get bored with these seemingly simple techniques and talismans in his eyes, and he started to pursue more challenging things.
Song Changming was a complete madman. He set his sights on the forbidden art of the Song family. But the things that had been banned a hundred years ago had long lost detailed records by now.
Song Changming pieced together a glimpse of the mystery. He had an even crazier idea.
He was not satisfied with refining corpses as recorded by his ancestors, and it was not easy to obtain corpses in modern society. So he set his eyes on the souls of the dead.
Song Changming used the soul - summoning technique to summon the ghosts lingering in the world and made them into puppets with the puppet technique he had improved and studied.
"If he could really control the things he made well, maybe he wouldn't be so despicable," Song Yao said, pulling herself out of the old memories, her voice full of hatred.
"Ghosts that stay in the world due to strong wishes are not so easy to control. Those ghosts rebelled. They figured out a way to stay in the world from Song Changming's technique. They occupied the bodies of the living, forcing the living to sacrifice themselves to help them return to the world."
"Isn't this the same as being possessed by a ghost?" Zhao Zhao asked, a bit confused.
"No, it's much more vicious than being possessed by a ghost. After a ghost possession is removed, the person can still live, but in this case, there is only one way out: death. No matter whether the ghost that occupies the body finally leaves or not."
Zhao Zhao didn't know what else to say. She could only keep silent.
People always said that demons were terrifying. Most people in the world showed disgust and fear when they mentioned demons. But the people in her cousin's story seemed even more terrifying.
Whether it was the person who refined corpses into puppets or that so - called genius.
Because of Song Changming, many people in the Xuanmen died that year. Later, Song Changming escaped from the Song family and was issued a death warrant. No one expected that he would dare to show up now.
"This time, no matter what, I must kill him!" Song Yao was usually angry often, but she had never looked so soaked in hatred as she did now.
"Cousin, do you hate him?" Zhao Zhao didn't quite understand. According to her basic arithmetic, when Song Changming did such a thing, Song Yao should have been a very young child. Why did she have such obvious hatred?
But after that, Song Yao was no longer willing to say a single word.
The car stopped downstairs of the apartment. Zhao Zhao followed the silent Song Yao into the elevator. But just at the door, she suddenly felt a moment of dizziness.
"What's wrong? Did you twist your foot?" Song Yao supported her and looked down at her feet.
Zhao Zhao subconsciously looked back, but there was nothing.
Strange. She just seemed to feel another self.
"Cousin, I'm fine. Let's go up."
"Watch your step. Come, let me hold your hand."
In the building opposite the apartment where Zhao Zhao lived, a man in a black windbreaker was holding a flower pot.
There was a small green sprout in the flower pot, and wisps of green light were emitting from the top of the sprout.
"You're too impatient. Right now, you're not even a match for one of her slaps," the man gently touched the small green sprout and whispered with a smile on his lips.
The small green sprout seemed very unyielding. The light on its top became even brighter.
"Alright, alright. You're the most powerful. Okay?" The man turned around and walked back with the small green sprout, coaxing it softly and talking to himself, "I've raised so many and finally got one. Don't get yourself mad."
"Alas, it's a pity. If you also had a dragon scale with you, it would be great."
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As soon as Zhao Zhao returned to the apartment, the carefree Taotie pounced on her.
Of course, it didn't pounce on its master Zhao Zhao, but on the big pile of things in Zhao Zhao's hand.
As long as there was food, Taotie was happy. It didn't show the aggrieved look of crying loudly before at all.
While Taotie was happy, Zhao Zhao was extremely worried.
She was still thinking about that strange feeling that flashed by just now. What on earth was going on?
She was sure she didn't feel wrong, but it was impossible! There was only one Zhao Zhao!
After thinking for a long time but still not getting an answer, Zhao Zhao tiptoed to Song Yao's room and took a look. Seeing that Song Yao was concentrating on her cultivation with her eyes closed, she turned around and went back to her own room, then locked the door.
She skillfully took out the small conch and asked the senior sister on the other end, "Senior sister, do I have any siblings?"
The second senior sister on Wutong Mountain fell into a deafening silence. In short, she was extremely speechless.
Help! Which junior sister became stupid as soon as she went down the mountain?
"You're a tree. What siblings do you need?" The second senior sister was heart - broken. She then asked, "Aren't the senior brothers and sisters on Wutong Mountain enough for you? My Zhao'er..."
This was really a huge misunderstanding!
Zhao Zhao quickly denied it, "No, no. It's not like this!"
After expressing her feelings to the senior sister, Zhao Zhao hung up the small conch, fell onto the bed, sighed helplessly, and showed the wilted little leaves on her head.
It was so difficult. Nothing was solved.
She began to miss Su Yuan now. If Su Yuan were here, she could ask him.
The emotion of missing came fiercely and almost drowned Zhao Zhao.
She hadn't seen Su Yuan since she woke up in the afternoon. It really felt like a long time had passed.
The regretful little tree demon mercilessly hit herself on the forehead. Stupid Zhao Zhao, why are you so sleepy!
Outside the window, the bright moon was hanging high as usual. Zhao Zhao tightened the dragon scale in her hand and subconsciously kissed it on her lips.
Will Su Yuan go to the Chen family tomorrow?
She hoped Su Yuan would go. To be more precise, she wanted Su Yuan to go with her.
Ah! I can't live without Su Yuan. It turns out that I'm the clingy demon, Zhao Zhao thought, hugging the quilt tightly and blinking her eyes.
Then a certain dragon soaking in the cold pool leisurely opened its eyes and smiled helplessly.