Preface Voice in the Dark

"You come down, you come down..."

The sound in the dark sounded in my mind, over and over again, lingering. Bai Niao rushed to hold his head and suddenly sat up from the board that was about to fall off, looking at the front.

There are no lamps in the cell, and the alley outside the iron wooden prison door is also dark.

This sound comes from a dream, but Bai Niao Chong is very familiar with it. Since he moved to this stinky prison room near the septic tank three months ago, this sound has been bothering him constantly.

At first, he thought that this voice was the voice of the old patriarch in a hundred days, but when the enemy attacked the tribal territory, he saw the old patriarch fall into the cliff with his own eyes, and it was impossible to be alive.

Dead people can't talk.

"Old man, please don't pester me, okay? I can't sleep well. I'm going to die." A wry smile appeared at the corners of Bai Niaochong's mouth, and his eyes looked a little dull.

No matter who is imprisoned in Langshishan Prison for two years, his eyes will become dull. What you eat is pig food, what you do is cow work, physical pain and psychological pain, even an iron man will collapse.

On the day when the Shinto Gods was destroyed, Bai Niao Chong was only 14 years old. Now, two years have passed, and there are less than three of the two hundred people imprisoned together. It is already a miracle that he survived.

What destroyed the Shanshen clan was the Thunder Army of the Taiming Dynasty. What it did was just a piece of feng shui treasure land, Qilin Mountain, which was looked up to by the Marshal of the Thunder Army, Yuan Batian. That is the holy land of the Semites. It is said that there is a magical spiritual spring under the ground of Kirin Mountain, a drop in a thousand years, and only a cup in ten thousand years. Whoever wants to get it will be reborn and gain mysterious power. This seems to be the real purpose of Yuanbatian.

The holy land that has been passed down for thousands of years was occupied, tens of thousands of people were killed, the remaining people were imprisoned for labor, and women were **, and countless people were killed and injured. Such hatred is sworn hatred. However, the bloody teenager knew that he was now like an ant in Yuan Batian's eyes, and he could step on the meat mud with one foot. All he could do was hide in a dark and damp corner, lurking like a scorpion, waiting for the opportunity.

Langshishan Prison is a prison controlled by the Thunder Army, which detains prisoners of war from various countries and dangerous figures who threaten the rule of the Taiming Dynasty. It is a mixed place of dragons and snakes. It is also the most closely guarded prison of the Taiming Dynasty, and no one has ever escaped from here.

Here, Bainiao Chong is just a nobody at the bottom, and his life is lower than grass.

"Forget it, I'd better sleep a little longer. I have to go out to cut wood early tomorrow morning. I didn't sleep enough. If there is a slight mistake, I will even lose my life." Bainiao shook his head and lay down again. He pulled the moldy thin cotton quilt and covered it on his body. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not enough, so he simply covered his whole head.

However, shaking his head and covering his head failed to dispel the cold sound. Hundreds of birds rushed to close their eyes, and the cold voice sounded in his mind again.

"Hundred ghost heart method, use virtuality to refine the deficiency, strengthen the soul, gain ghost refining power, refine the needle to hurt the soul, and kill invisible..."

Suddenly, the hundred birds bounced and sat up again. This time, his eyes were no longer dementia, but inexplicably surprised. This time, the voice that came to his mind no longer reminded him to go down or something, but a kind of mental practice of a ghost refiner.

The person who cultivates the soul is a ghost refiner.

The ghost refiner is the most mysterious person in the world and is also regarded as the most evil person. Ghost refiners can not only seduce souls and kill people invisibly, but also condense ghost soldiers and ghost kings, so that they can fight in the real world. Even when the ghosts practice to the supreme realm of death, they can open up 18 layers of territory and become the real underground king!

Bainiao Chong is not a ghost refiner, but he has seen some descriptions and knows something in some books of the Seminoc. Although there is no relevant mind practice in those books, there are some reasonable narrations. Therefore, when this mysterious voice speaks the mind method of ghost practice, he reacted at the first time.

If the mysterious voice always makes him "go down" or something, he will definitely think that he is too eager for freedom and has created a heart demon, and the voice that bothers him actually does not exist. But this time, the time interval between the sound was so short, and it also said a way of practicing ghost power, so he couldn't help but look at it from another perspective.

This angle is the real angle.

After thinking about it for a moment, the hundred birds jumped down from **. He first walked to the door of the cell, looked at the outer passage through the gap in the lock hole, and walked around the wall of the cell when he was sure that no jailer moved. As he walked, he clenched his fist and gently tapped the stone bricks to see if there was any looseness.

Bengbang,bangbang, knocked all the stone bricks that could be knocked, and even the floor tiles on the ground were not let go, but in the end, Bainiao Chong returned to ** with nothing. He sighed, "It's funny. I was thinking that the voice was real just now. He wants me to go down and where to go? This cell is so strong that it doesn't even have a mouse hole. Hey... It seems that the voice is not true. The reason why I believe it is that I want to be strong and leave here too much. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid I'm going crazy..."

A teenager, at the age of 16, is when he is young and struggles for his ideals. Bainiao Chong can't even control his life in his own hands. In such a living environment where he may die at any time, what he wants most is naturally strong. Only when you are strong can you survive here. Only when you become strong enough can you have a chance to escape from here and be free!

"Well, go to bed. You must fall asleep this time anyway..." Bai Niao rushed curled up in the tattered quilt and buried his head in it. He is used to the moldy smell in the quilt.

"Bricks under the bucket, come down..."

As soon as Bai Niao Chong closed his eyes, the mysterious voice appeared again. He suddenly bounced up and sat up again, and his eyes involuntarily moved to the black and smelly toilet in the corner of the wall. Each cell has a toilet bucket, which is cleaned every three days. In usual, in addition to cleaning his own toilets, he was forced to clean the toilets of those villains. If not, it will be an unimaginable tragic end. He still remembers that once a teenager of his age was beaten and mutilated by a group of villains because he didn't want to. Later, he was carried out by the jailer and thrown into the mass grave where the body was buried.

"Bearby the way, I knocked on all the floor tiles just now, but I thought that the toilet bucket was too smelly and didn't move away to knock on the floor tiles below. Is there a secret hidden secret there?" Thinking so in his heart, Bai Niao Chong couldn't sit still any longer. He jumped out of the bed and came to the corner to lift the toilet bucket and exposed the floor tiles below.

It is a very ordinary stone floor tile, and there is no difference from other floor tiles.

Kaka. Hundreds of birds rushed to knock, and a strange sound came from under the stone bricks. This sound is different from the previous sound made when knocking on other floor tiles. I feel that the place below it is empty.

Bai Niao Chong knocked a few more times, and he found that the floor tiles under the bucket showed signs of loosening. Now he was more sure. He buttoned up the loose floor tiles with his fingers and put them aside.

Under the floor tile is soil, which looks a little wet. Bai Niaochong pried up a floor tile next to him a little. He found that the soil under the floor tile was very dry. In addition, the composition of the soil was also a little different. The former is relatively rough, with many yellow gravel. The latter is just soil, and there is little gravel.

"Only the soil at a certain depth of the ground contains this yellowed gravel. The reason why it is wet is that it is empty below, and the ground air is coming up..." Bai Niao Chong suddenly took a deep breath and said excitedly, "There is really a channel below!"

Although Bai Niao Chong is not very old, he is more thoughtful than some adults. In the Seminoon clan, he is already an excellent hunter in the clan and is very proficient in some knowledge of nature. In addition, he also likes to learn from some books and know a lot of things. That knowledge doesn't play much role in ordinary times, but it can play a huge role in special times.

It was confirmed that there was a passage under the floor tile, and Bai Niao Chong dug it up with both hands. The excavated soil was carefully transferred by him to a dark place under the bed. Once he digs through the passage, he will throw the soil into the passage without leaving any trace.

The soil is very moist, and the yellow sand grains also make the soil structure look very soft. It's not very difficult for a hundred birds to dig with ten fingers. The hard work in the prison made his hands full of thick cocoon, so he would not wear out his fingers. He digs very hard and very fast.

An hour passed unconsciously, and a hole four feet deep was born under his hands. The soil under the bed has been covered with a thick layer that can't be covered. Just as Bai Niao was anxious that he could not continue if he could not dig the entrance of the passage, a "clap" suddenly came from his fingers, and then a few fingers easily sank into the soil.

Under the soil is a thin wooden board. It has been buried in the ground all year round, and with the erosion of the earth's gas, it has become rotten. The fingers of the hundred birds easily pierced it.

It is empty under the board.

"There is really a channel." Bai Niao was very excited, moved his hands, and soon smashed the wooden board covering the entrance.

The

channel is a straight downward channel, which is dark and can't be seen how deep it is. The size of the entrance is also one foot and five square, just allowing him to slide down.

However, Bai Niao Chong did not rush into the channel, but moved the soil under the bed back and pushed it all into the channel. The soil fell vertically, and there was a rustling sound. In the interval between the sound, Bai Niao Chong quickly judged it. Although it was dark below, the depth was about ten feet at most.

Then, he cleaned up the dirt spilled on the ground with his clothes, leaving no trace before carefully sliding down the passage.

Bum! With a deep sound, hundreds of birds fell on the dirt pile that had been pushed down from the hole. The soft soil slowed down his downward force and fell from a height of three meters, with only a little pain in his buttocks. From the entrance of the passage he dug out, to the place where he settled now, on the whole, it is a large urn with a narrow neck and a wide inside. His current position is at the bottom of the big urn.

The space below is darker.

After standing in the dark and waiting for some time and gradually adapting to the dark environment, Bai Niao Chong began to explore. As early as in the Shinto clan, he was able to kill prey in the forest at night without the moon, so he had a strong adaptability to the dark environment.

Soon, Bai Niao Chong found another entrance on the side of the earth wall. This entrance is relatively wide, with a height of about four feet and a width of about two feet and a width of about two feet, which can allow him to crawl easily. The passage inside this entrance is no longer vertical, but diagonally down to deeper underground.

He knelt on his knees and landed with his elbows. Hundreds of birds crawled two feet away and suddenly paused. When he was in the pit, he could faintly see something, but in this straight downward passage, his eyes could not see anything at all. The distance of two feet is already the limit he can endure.

"What if there is a trap below? What should I do if the terrain is complicated? Trapped here, without water and food, I will die in less than three days. Moreover, the jailer of the Thunder Army will not wait for three days. Tomorrow morning, they will find me escape from prison. If they find this hole, I will not live for more than a day. In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, hundreds of birds thought a lot, and his back was cold. He does dream of becoming strong, but if he dies tomorrow, how can he have a chance?

You have to live to have a chance.

" Come down, three feet away, and you can see me."

Just as Bai Niao was hesitant to give up, the mysterious voice came again. This time, it's very clear, not far below.

"Who are you?" Hundreds of birds asked.

In the darkness, the mysterious voice answered, "I'm a ghost!"

"What a strange name." Hundreds of birds muttered, used their hands and feet, and continued to climb down. Yan Gui spoke out loud, not far below, which means that it is unlikely that there will be more complex terrain below. And he figured it out that he, an unknown ant who cleans the toilet, has no value to be killed by others.

The distance of two feet passed quickly. Bainiao Chong finally climbed into a wider place. He stood up, but the top of his head did not reach the soil. He opened his arms and did not touch the wall. But in the darkness without light, he did not dare to move easily. He also always kept in a straight line with the entrance of the incoming passage. If there is any dangerous situation, he can get into the hole and escape as fast as possible.

"Ghost, where are you...? I'm already here. Can you turn on the light? I can't see anything." Hundreds of birds rushed to the tunnel. Calling people, add a respectful word after his name, which is also a habit he has developed in prison. The old man's name is Yan Gui. According to the popular name, add a respectful word, that is, the ghost master.

swish, a soft sound. A soft green light suddenly bloomed in the dark world, which could dispel the darkness.

Hundred Birds were stunned on the spot, "You..."

It was not an old man who appeared in front of him, but a vague light. Under its light, this underground space can also be displayed. It's an ancient tomb!

A sarcophagus is quietly placed in the middle of the tomb, and dozens of skeletons are scattered around it. Bai Sensen's thigh bones and skulls were scattered on the ground, which was shocking.

"Kid, don't be afraid." Suddenly, a voice came out of the green light.

The hundred birds thumped in his heart, and he was familiar with the sound. It was this sound that made him sleep unsteadily every night for three months.

"Ghost, what on earth are you...?" Bai Niao Chong was very bold. After taking a deep breath, his heart calmed down a little and he was no longer so afraid.

"Hahaha...what am I? Of course I'm human, but I've been dead for a hundred years. The laughter of the devil makes people's back numb.

"Are you... a ghost?!" Hundreds of birds took two steps back.

"Well, you can say that, but my ghost is different from the ghost you imagined. The ghosts you imagine will disappear seven hours after people die, so the kind of ghost you imagine actually does not exist. And although I'm dead, the ghost still exists, so I live in the money to buy my life. The devil's voice said.

"Buy money for your life?" Bai Niaochong heard this kind of strange thing for the first time.

Yan Gui said, "The ghost refiner has the ability to refine spiritual weapons and elixirs. Buying life money is a kind of spiritual weapon."

Bai Niao Chong suddenly recalled the books he had read, and there was also such a description. The spiritual weapons refined by ghost refiners are very strange and powerful. Some can kill invisible people, and some can catch ghosts. The elixir refined by the ghost refiner is very mysterious, which is used to save lives and heal the wounded, and also is used to enhance the power of killing people.

"Now, let me show you what I looked like in my life." As he spoke, the green light suspended in the void suddenly shook. In a flash, an old man with a tall and thin figure with white hair emerged.

Although it is not a real body, the green light draws some of his subtle parts well. The wrinkles on his face, the throat knot on his neck, the beard on his chin, and the robe on his body give people a vivid feeling.

"You said you were dead for a hundred years, but you said you were not a ghost. How did you make me believe what you said?"

"Kid, I'm a ghost refiner. Before I was alive, my ghost refining power has been cultivated to the realm of the ghost king, and how will my soul disappear with the death of the flesh? With the life money I refined before my life, I have been living here for a hundred years. At that time, the prison on the ground had not been built."

The Taiming Dynasty has a history of 200 years, but the Langshishan Prison controlled by the Thunder Army Construction is only 30 years old. The tomb in front of us was built deep underground and has a hundred years of history. Indeed, at that time, the prison on the ground did not exist.

At this time, Bai Niao Chong's eyes suddenly fell on the bones, and his back couldn't help but feel cold again. "So... Are those skeletons all prisoners that have been** by you in the past 30 years?"

Yan Gui was silent for a moment and said, "Kid, you're wrong. You are the first person to hear my voice in a hundred years, and you are also the first person I called down. If it were really like what you said, these people were all people I seduced from the prison. If so many people were missing, the jailer in the prisoner would have found out long ago. In, my grave has been destroyed a long time ago.

It's not surprising that Bai Niao Chong has such an idea, just because of the passage under the bucket.

"So what's going on with these bones?"

"They? Humph! It's just some enemies who killed and buried with me before I died.

"But what's going on with that channel?" Hundreds of birds asked again.

"That was the passage I deliberately left when I built the grave before I was alive, so that I could go out one day, but I didn't expect that a prison would be built on the ground later. Fortunately, the people who built it did not dig the passage, otherwise you and I would not have met here." There is a sense of fluke in the tone of hell.

"If you want to go out, who can stop you?" Hundreds of birds rush.

Yan Gui said, "I can't leave to buy my life. If I go beyond this distance, my ghost will die. That's why I want you to come down. You take me out, I'll teach you to practice ghost power, and then escape from this prison."

Bainiao thought for a moment and said alertly, "How do I know if you lied to me?"

Yan Gui said slightly unhappily, "You boy, if it weren't for the prevention of being destroyed by the enemy, I wouldn't have repaired the grave to a place seven feet deep under the ground, and if I couldn't get away from the seven feet away from the life-buying money, would I have asked you to come down and let you take the life-saving money out? In the past, I don't know how many people knelt down for three days and nights and begged me to teach him a unique learning. I can't even look at him.

"Ghost, I will die if I take a wrong step in my current situation. In other words, I also risk my life here, so I have to ask clearly and have a thorough understanding."

"It sounds reasonable. Come on, what do you want to know?"

Bainiao rushed and said, "Suppose I go out with the life-buying money you mentioned, what else can you do besides teaching me to practice ghost power? Can you protect me and your existence?"

"Kid you ask me if I can fight?"

Hundreds of birds nodded, "In Langshishan Prison, prison guards often search for prisoners. I can't hide the money to buy their lives. In addition, I'm just a nobody. Here, no matter who wants to kill me, it's a very simple thing. It's not easy for me to live until now, and I can't have any intention at all. Outside, do you understand what I mean?"

Yan Gui said, "I didn't expect your mind to be so meticulous. Let me tell you the truth. Although I was a ghost refiner in the ghost king's realm before my death, my body was not there and I was powerless to do it. I can't fight. If you want to live, you have to rely on yourself." After a pause, he said, "However, with me teaching you, with my unique learning and experience, you will soon become strong. What are those little jailers?"

Bai Niao Chong was a little moved, but he still didn't make a decision, but further tested it: "Master Ghost, in addition to talking to me in a dream, you have also been observing me, haven't you?"

Yan Gui said, "My tomb is seven feet away from the ground, and my range of activity is seven feet. Do you think I can observe you? I don't know how many people have been locked up in the cell you have lived in for 30 years, but do you think I called him down? Before you, I met two good qualifications. Unfortunately, they can't hear my voice, because it requires a little commonality of the soul. This commonality is like the commonality between twin brothers or sisters. Now you won't understand, but after you practice ghost power, you will understand, so you can come. It's actually a very precious fate here.

Hundreds of birds bowed their heads and looked worried.

Yan Gui sighed, "It seems that I really saw the wrong person. You can go, but please don't reveal the secret here after you leave."

Bai Niao Chong suddenly raised his head and said firmly, "I promise you." He survived and stayed in Langshishan Prison, which was eventually a death. Bai Niao Chong dared to risk his death to come here. In fact, he made a choice at the moment he came in.

"Kid, you?" Yan Gui looked at Bai Niao Chong with some surprise.

Bainiao rushed and said, "As soon as I came in, I didn't plan to leave. I was just thinking about how to deal with buying life money. Now I want to worship you as a teacher."

"Worship me as a teacher? Hahaha..." Yan Gui laughed.

Hundreds of birds were stunned and said, "Isn't that what you want?"

Yan Gui smiled and said, "Kid, it seems that you don't know anything about the ghost refiners. We ghost refiners don't have a teacher. We only teach and inherit, and what maintain this relationship is the ghost book contract that the ghost refiners inherit for ten thousand years."

Hundreds of birds said puzzledly, "What is the ghost book contract?"

Yan Gui said, "A ghost refiner can refine a ghost book contract in his life, because the refining of the ghost book contract must be when the ghost refiner is dying, use the ghost refining power to extract his own bone marrow, add blood, and write on the white tiger and tiger skin. As an inheritor, the body will not exist. That's what I am now, and As an heir, the obligation you have to fulfill is to help the inheritor be free, reincarnated, do not leave the mystery of the womb, and retain the memory of the previous life.

"Ghost, do you also have such a ghost book contract?" There is no such record in the ancient books that Bai Niaochong has read. He is very curious about the ghost book contract mentioned by Yan Gui.

"Of course, it's in the sarcophagus. Wait for you to take it out and write your name with blood, and we will complete the ancient ritual of the inheritance of the ghost refiner."

Hundreds of birds nodded and answered, "Hmm." The world of ghost refiners is very strange to him. What he knows from ancient books is just a little fur, but he believes that as long as he is careful, he will understand it thoroughly one day.

"You should remember that once you sign the ghost book contract, there is absolutely no possibility of regret. Once you break your promise, you will be devoured by the ghost book contract. At that time, your soul will disappear from your body, fall into purgatory, suffer all kinds of suffering, and you will become a walking corpse in the world, understand. What do I mean?"

Bai Niao Chong nodded again, "The men of the Shinto Gods regard commitment as more important than life."

"Well, you can open the sarcophagus."

Kakaka, hundreds of birds pushed open the thick slate coffin cover with great effort.

There was only one white bone left in the body in the sarcophagus, and a blue-yellow copper coin was found on the forehead of the bone. This is the life-buying money refined in front of the devil. It looks no different from ordinary copper coins, but it gives people a very strange feeling. What is the specific reason for this feeling? Bainiao Chong can't say it. In addition to this strange life-buying money, there are also some gold and silver funeral objects and a finely crafted sword in the sarcophagus. Finally, he found the ghost book contract in a weathered and rotten cloth bag next to the bones.

White tiger skin, one foot square. The snow-white tiger hair still maintains its oily luster, and the cortex under the hair is not weathered, and there are no moths and moths. Obviously, this ghost book contract has been specially processed, otherwise it would not have been preserved so well.

Above the tiger's skin, it is full of ancient words and mysterious graphics that hundreds of birds can't understand. He didn't think much about it. He bit his finger and wrote his name in the lower right corner.

Oh. With a strange sound, the whole white tiger skin suddenly burned, and the sudden flame scared hundreds of birds to jump. He hurriedly shook his hand. The tiger ghost book contract fluttered to the ground, but it burned clean before it fell to the ground.

In the gray ashes, the three bright red fonts of "Hundred Birds Rush" are vivid. After the blink of an eye, the bright red name suddenly penetrated into the ground and could no longer be seen.

"Is this... over?" Hundreds of birds looked at the ground in a frenze. The scene just gave him the feeling that his name had been transmitted to the underground world and registered. If he regretted one day, his soul would fall to the ground, and his people would become walking corpses, as hell said.

Yan Gui said, "It's over. The inheritance ceremony of the ghost refiner is like this. Now you take the money to buy your life and get out of here. When you open the sarcophagus, you will touch the mechanism. After the time of half a column of incense, the underground tomb will disappear."

Hundreds of birds took down the life-buying money from the bones.

"Bearby the way, you just said that you were thinking of hiding the money to buy your life. What's the way?" At the critical moment, Yan Gui suddenly thought of this.

Bai Niao Chong didn't say anything, but picked up a white bone, broke it hard, and then cut the skin and flesh on the inside of the right forearm with the sharp bone blade at the break. Blood gushed out of his wound and fell on the floor tiles of the tomb. He gritted his teeth and endured the tingling pain. He forced his life money into his wound, and then tore off a piece of cloth from his prison uniform and tied the wound.

"Is this the way you think of?" The devil's tone seemed to be surprised.

Bainiao rushed and said, "The jailer will search his body, but he will never cut the scar of the wound to search for anything. I'll take out the money after I have the ability to escape from the wolf stone prison."

"Your mind is so meticulous that I am a little surprised, boy, this is a necessary condition to become a good ghost refiner, and I will make you a frightening place! Get out of here." When the words settled down, the ghost's virtual shadow suddenly turned into a pale green streamer and disappeared into the wound of Bai Niao Chong's left arm.

The born excellent hunter has experienced the harsh test of nature in the Shenshen clan. He has been facing the oppression of death for two years in Langshi Mountain Prison. Under such a growth background, Bai Niao Chong's strong will, meticulous mind and ability to survive. Is it comparable to ordinary people in the outside world?

Hundreds of birds looked back at the sarcophagus and turned away.

Those gold and silver funeral goods, swords, he was not moved at all, and he was not greedy at all. Because he knows that it is not a blessing to take those things out.