Witchcraft

  Father and Qin Guiren hurriedly chased forward, Wang Chengbao was stunned for a moment, also hurriedly chasing forward, Duan Yiwu at this moment had legs that were weak and numb, but didn't want to be left alone in the darkness either, so he followed along with rolling and crawling.

  Qin Guihe's footsteps were flying fast, his hands didn't have a flashlight, but his eyes seemed to be able to see everything in the dark, running and jumping all the way, extremely eerie, and with the pale blue baby on his back, it made people feel even more chilling.

  The crowd chased after him relentlessly, and then they heard Qin Guihe running ahead of them, chanting in a tone like a nursery rhyme: "Wang Chengbao, you broke my altar, today I'll make you pay with your life."

  The sound was sharp and piercing, like a sharp knife inserted into Wang Chengbao's ear, even the calmest person would feel panicked at this moment.

  Although the crowd didn't slow down at all, Qin Guihe's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness. At first, everyone could still tell his direction by listening to the sound of his footsteps, but as they chased after him, even the slightest sound became inaudible, and the surroundings fell back into silent darkness.

  Four people held flashlights in their hands, and the beams of light danced around randomly, but in front of them, apart from a bronze coffin, there was nothing else.

  "Damn it, I've lost him again." Qin Guiren said angrily.

  "Don't worry," Wang Chengbao said suddenly in a calm tone, "We don't need to go find him, he will come find us himself."

  Everyone was stunned, and my father hastily asked: "Old Wang, what do you mean by this?"

  Wang Chengbao looked up at my father and said: "Fan Ge, didn't you also hear what he just said? Today, I must die here."

  Father shook his head and said, "Old Wang, don't scare yourself, rest assured, you'll be fine. After we rescue Guihe, we'll leave."

  Wang Chengbao sighed twice and suddenly asked: "Fan Ge, I'll ask you again this time, do you believe there are ghosts and gods in this world?"

  My father was taken aback, furrowed his brow, thought seriously for a moment, and finally nodded heavily, saying, "I believe you."

  Wang Chengbao said, "Fan Ge, I've told you about this before, but you always sneered at me. I'm different from you, from the beginning, I started studying ghosts and gods in detail. To put it nicely, I was studying mysticism; to put it bluntly, I was half a Taoist. In the past, I once proposed a viewpoint in academic circles that the rise of all ancient civilizations is related to shamanic culture. The shamanic culture mentioned here does not refer to those natural worship rituals or the precursors to ritual and music systems, but rather real and actual witchcraft and sorcery."

  My father nodded as he listened, but gradually discovered that Wang Chengbao's tone was off. The few words he said sounded like a dying declaration no matter how you listened to them.

  My father wanted to interrupt him, but Wang Chengbao waved his hand and indicated that his father must listen to him finish speaking, so his father could only continue listening.

  Wang Chengbao paused, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and continued: "Fan Ge, you're smarter than me, with talent. From the beginning, I hoped you could join me in studying these ancient secrets that have been lost for thousands of years. But every time, you've flatly refused. So I thought, I must bring you to experience it personally, then you'll believe."

  "Now I believe you, don't say any more, what's most important for us now is to find Guihe," my father said.

  Wang Chengbao shook his head and said, "Believe me, Qin Gui is a jinx, not just him, but all of us."

  At this time, my father suddenly felt a sense of doubt. He combined Wang Chengbao's words and thought about the experiences he had along the way. His heart tightened, as if he finally realized something.

  Along the way, Wang Chengbao's performance was excellent, but there were many places that didn't make sense. For example, according to Qin Guiren's recollection, he had never sent the bronze vase photo to Wang Chengbao, but Wang Chengbao took the initiative to find the Qin brothers. Furthermore, along the way, Wang Chengbao seemed to understand a lot, as if he had experienced it before. The insects and babies in the jar, if not for Wang Chengbao's reminder, they would have been attacked by those insects. Moreover, inside this huge stone chamber, his backpack was equipped with homemade magnesium flashlights, which were not necessary for ordinary exploration. Did Wang Chengbao already know that there would be a huge underground palace here?

  Father could no longer hold back his curiosity and said: "Old Wang, what else are you hiding from us?"

  As soon as Father's voice fell, a sharp whistle suddenly came from the dark place beside him, and Qin Gui rushed up like a hungry tiger, with a flash of cold light in his hand, and a chopping knife rushed towards Wang Chengbao's face.

  Luckily, Wan Chengbao was also a master of running wild roads on ordinary days. Qin Guihe's speed was fast, but his reaction was even faster. He immediately rolled to the ground and avoided the chopping knife, cursing in his mouth: "**Damn it, I said he would come looking for us himself!」

  Qin Guiren rushed to Wang Chengbao's side and shouted at Qin Guihe: "Guihe! I am you..."

  The words had not been finished, when Qin Gui waved his arm and chopped the knife directly on Qin Guiren's shoulder, cutting along the chest front, instantly bursting with fresh blood, and the clothes in front of the chest were stained with blood in the blink of an eye.

  "What the f**k is wrong with you?" Wang Chengbao cursed: "He's now completely a puppet of that little devil, not your brother Qin Guihe!"

  Qin Guiren had not yet reacted when Qin Gui swung his arm again, and the cold blade chopped towards him once more. My father was standing by at the time, thinking that saving a life was urgent, and without worrying whether there was a ghost infant behind Qin Gui's back, he directly grabbed hold of his arm, attempting to wrestle the chopping knife from his hand.

  But Qin Gui's hand was like a pair of pincers, tightly grasping the hilt of the knife, and it couldn't be snatched away.

  Wang Chengbao shouted vigilantly: "Fan Ge, be careful, you can't outdo him."

  My father has a stubborn streak in him. The more he can't do something, the more he wants to try, and he won't give up until he succeeds.

  At first, Qin Guihe struggled with my father for a while, but suddenly his whole body stiffened. My father was stunned and saw the pale blue ghost infant on his back turn its head to glare at him, motionless, yet speaking in Qin Guihe's voice: "Fan Jiyun, do you want to die too?"

  As soon as my father heard this, his heart skipped a beat and he felt a chill run down his spine. Of course, it wasn't because the ghost baby's appearance was terrifying, but rather because the ghost baby actually knew his name.

  Just as my father was stunned, Qin Guiren, who was already seriously injured, suddenly rushed to the back of Qin Guihe and cursed: "Damn it, this ghost thing is haunting, pulling it down from my brother's back will be fine! Mr. Fan, come and help!"

  Qin Guiren, who had been a soldier, still had a heroic temperament and could react like this in the face of such a bizarre event, which made my father and Duan Yiwu admire him.

  Of course, my father's reaction was quick enough, and he immediately increased his strength. The two of them, one in front and one behind, simultaneously used force, and Qin Gui let out a loud "ah" of pain.

  Although it was a miserable cry, my father and Qin Guiren were delighted to hear it, because the sound was a normal one made by Qin Guihe, proving that their method still worked.

  As the saying goes, devils are afraid of wicked people. The little ghost was taken aback by this situation and seemed to be at a loss for what to do.

  At this time, my father and Qin Guiren didn't dare to relax, and hurriedly increased their strength again, pulling towards both sides, while Qin Gui's cries also became more mournful.

  Gradually, the ghost infant's body began to move away from Qin Guihe's body, but its four limbs still tightly grasped Qin Guihe's body and refused to let go.

  Those in power are confused, while the bystanders see clearly. Just as my father and Qin Guiren were busy rescuing Qin Gui, Duan Yiwu suddenly discovered something was off, and upon hearing Qin Gui's mournful cries, he immediately sensed something was wrong and hastily said: "Fan Ge, Qin Ge, stop pulling! Stop pulling!"

  At that time, under those circumstances, my father and Qin Guiren could still hear the sounds around them with their ears, and continued to tear each other apart.

  They were at a stalemate for a while, when suddenly the ghost baby let out a blood-curdling scream. My father and Qin Guiren flew to either side, while Qin Gui even pounced directly onto my father's body.

  When Wang Chengbao and Duan Yiwu arrived at my father's side, I suddenly felt a surge of discomfort in my stomach and unease all over my body. Although my father was pinned under Qin Gui's body, he still sensed the change in their expressions and asked: "What's wrong?"

  Wang Chengbao shook his head, pushed away Qin Guihe's body, and then pulled my father to sit up, saying: "Fan Ge, you'd better take a look yourself."

  My father was bewildered at the time, and psychologically unguarded, just a casual glance, but the scene in front of him made him terrified, in an instant, his throat seemed to be blocked by a huge tumor, making it difficult for him to breathe, with endless nausea.

  Originally, Qin Guihe's back was actually torn off a piece of skin, not just one piece of skin, but even the entire subcutaneous tissue was torn off. Qin Guihe's snow-white ribs were mixed with several pieces of bloody muscle tissue, exposed in front of everyone, clearly visible. And the shape of the torn-off skin was exactly the same as that of the ghost infant.