The human - bone ritual implements and the "flesh lotus" were even more cruel... Babies had to have their ears and tongues cut off from a young age, their eyes gouged out, and were kept growing up in medicine jars all year round.
In the words of the evil lamas of that era, this was to protect the "ritual implements" from external interference from a young age and ensure their purity from childhood.
When their bones matured, they would be skinned alive and brutally killed.
They would make full use of the human body. Not only various joints of the body but also the skin would not be spared.
In that era, the bad habit of valuing sons over daughters was so serious that most of those who became the so - called sacrificial offerings for the ritual implements were girls.
The lamas loved to hear their terrified screams before death and were even more fond of seeing their desperate expressions when they couldn't utter words of plea.
Later, with the coming of the new era, those old things and bad habits were abolished, saving people from dire straits.
However, in some black markets today, one can still see high - priced human - skin drums and thangka paintings made of human skin.
When the master once told Yuanyuan about this, the little one sighed for quite a while. She even voluntarily copied Buddhist scriptures every day for a hundred days to pray for the souls of the deceased.
Who would have thought that one day she would actually encounter such a thing.
Yuanyuan sighed and hugged Zhang Haomiao's neck tightly with her small hands. She looked back at Zhao Xian.
Zhao Xian's ferocity flashed across his face for a moment. He quickly changed his expression and even gave her a smile.
Yuanyuan ignored him and silently turned her head away.
Could that black aura be caused by excessive contact with yin energy?
Yuanyuan fell into deep thought as Zhang Haomiao carried her into the car.
As the car drove away, Zhang Haomiao looked back at the dark and dilapidated house. His heart couldn't help but tremble.
For a moment, he seemed to see the house restored to its former integrity, and the red - clothed figure loomed in the darkness.
Zhang Haomiao was uncontrollably startled. When he looked closely again, it was still the scene where Yuanyuan had broken the barrier.
Phew... Maybe it was just post - traumatic stress... just an illusion.
...
At this time, in Zhao Xian's car.
His face was gloomy. He gritted his teeth and rolled the contract in his hand tighter and tighter. There was a strong sense of irony in his eyes.
"This so - called haunted house is really nothing. It's a waste of my time."
"However, this little girl really didn't disappoint me. Her strength is indeed great..."
Now, even if she was deliberately protected, it wouldn't help.
In business, which family didn't have a few enemies?
Zhao Xian leaned back leisurely, his hands folded in front of him.
A thick black fog lingered above his head, as if a big hand was clutching his skull.
...
After a whole night of commotion, the three members of the Zhang family finally got home.
Zhang Haomiao carried the sleeping Yuanyuan into the house. Then he continued to deal with what had happened that day. He also contacted a powerful security team to ensure that each member was highly skilled before going to rest.
The news spread quickly. Several uncles were furious and wanted to immediately block Zhao Xian. They also wanted to come back to see Yuanyuan.
However, in this situation, they were afraid that someone might use the "lure the tiger out of the mountain" strategy.
So, except for Zhang Haomiao who stayed with her at home, Yuanyuan strictly ordered the other uncles not to return.
They had no choice but to watch her running around with Zhang Haomiao on their phone screens...
Fortunately, the new venue for this time didn't require leaving the province. It was a on - site set.
The little one personally participated in the security design and also took a lot of treasures from her eldest uncle...
The poor eldest uncle could only contribute but not have the cute little one around. How pitiful!
Three days later.
As the wind chime in Yuanyuan's hand rang, the live broadcast of the program started.
A round and pink little face appeared in front of the public. She pouted and sat on Zhang Haomiao's lap, greeting everyone cutely.
"Hello~ Dear brothers and sisters, today Yuanyuan will lead you on an adventure!"
Her childish voice made people feel soothed. She was just so cute!
However... When people looked at the little one's background, netizens were stunned.
The room was filled with red light. Countless red threads hung above Zhang Yuanyuan and Zhang Haomiao's heads. On both sides were several stone statues with ferocious expressions.
They were neither like Buddha statues nor evil spirits, but always exuded a cold and gloomy atmosphere.
The eyes of the stone statues seemed to be able to look directly into the viewers' hearts through the screen.
There were bones everywhere on the ground and many dusty antiques, which looked as if they had just been dug out of a tomb...
"I have to say that this variety show is really amazing. Each episode could be made into a horror movie. It's just so awesome..."
"I'm heart - broken. Delete this episode. It's not that I'm scared. It's just that a friend of mine can't watch it. He said he's afraid to go to the toilet at night and will pee his pants."
"After watching the first - person death perspective of those amateurs in the last episode, I couldn't even sleep. It didn't seem fake. I heard they're still lying in the hospital."
...
The barrage army started to go crazy again. Zhang Haomiao was very worried that some irrational people might say something that would hurt the child. But fortunately, there was none for the time being.
He let out a sigh of relief.
Zhang Yuanyuan, on the other hand, was very calm.
She propped up her small hands and jumped out of Zhang Haomiao's arms. She led the camera to the other people sitting there.
They were a new group of "masters".
These people were a bit older and looked decent, not like the last group who were all part of the sacrificial cult.
"The program starts. Let's go in."
Yuanyuan waved her small hand. The leading Taoist priest in yellow robe sneered and left his seat first, looking disdainful.
The others quickly picked up their cameras and followed him into the secret room.
The little one ignored their rudeness. She held her uncle's hand and quietly stuffed a soul - calming talisman into it.
It was like a reassuring pill.
Inside the secret room.
All the lights went out with a "pop". Then, a faint blue light mixed with red light seeped out from the cracks.
The originally spacious room seemed extremely narrow at this moment.
The faces of the stone statues looked even more ferocious.
"Thud - thud - thud -"
Slow and dull drumbeats came. The dim red light flickered a few times, going out and then coming back on.
Under the camera, the people groped forward carefully, their limbs tense and stiff.
"Creak -"
The drumbeats stopped. A door opened, and a faint childish voice came from inside.
"Come here."
The yellow - robed Taoist snorted, "Is this what you guys in the film and television industry come up with? It's too low - level. It's not even worth my attention!"
Zhang Haomiao forced a smile and was about to teach this man a lesson when the door behind him suddenly opened. A black claw reached out and pulled the man in at lightning speed!
Then, a shrill scream erupted from the room!
"Ah——!"
The drumbeats sounded again in a hurry. Before the others could react, they were also pulled into different rooms one by one!
The screams were getting louder and louder, echoing in this strange room.
In front of Zhang Haomiao and Zhang Yuanyuan, only the first room remained.
A round and red small ball rolled out of the room.
The ball bounced twice on the ground and then stopped.
The childish voice disappeared, replaced by a "ho... ho" sound, as if someone's throat was being choked.
Zhang Haomiao instinctively protected Yuanyuan. He kept recalling what had happened before, and his fingers couldn't help but tremble.
Yuanyuan patted his hand, "Uncle, don't be afraid. It should just be a mechanism."
"Those guest uncles won't have any accidents today either. Those are all mechanisms. I've already put something on them to isolate ghosts in advance."
"Um... Uncle knows..."
Oh? Then why is his voice still a bit shaky?
Yuanyuan looked back at Zhang Haomiao curiously and saw her uncle raising his head high and randomly grabbing his hair to cover his expression.
Zhang Haomiao: No, the image of a gentle and powerful uncle must not collapse!
Yuanyuan let out a low laugh. She took a small step and walked to the ball.
She reached out and squeezed the ball. The smile on her face faded a bit. She said seriously, "Uncle, it's over. They encountered mechanisms, but what we've encountered doesn't seem to be one!"
"Clatter -"
Zhang Haomiao's leg trembled, and he accidentally knocked the sundries beside him to the ground...
"He... heh... Really? It's okay. Uncle's not afraid..."
He was not that stupid Zhang Munan!
Yuanyuan didn't care. She poked the ball in her hand.
With a "pop", the ball burst, and a stinky and salty smell gushed out from it.
Zhang Haomiao took a closer look and almost got scared again!
The skin was very thin, looking very much like human skin.
What flowed out of the ball was blood and a sticky substance...
Yuanyuan silently turned to look at the dark room. The camera around her neck followed and filmed it.
The picture froze. The little one's breathing was not heavy. For a moment, the viewers in front of the screen thought that, just like before, there was an unexpected situation and the screen went black.