Shen Weixun remained silent, and his meaning was quite obvious.
The two of them looked around once again. By the light of the flashlight, they saw what seemed to be a few symbols in the corner of the rock wall.
Niannian walked over curiously. Only when she got in front of the rock wall did she realize that these were not symbols but rows of characters.
"Third Senior Brother, come here. I don't recognize these characters."
Niannian pointed at the rock wall and called Shen Weixun over.
The characters on it did not belong to the modern era. They were neither traditional nor simplified Chinese characters. They looked very ancient, even a bit like oracle bone inscriptions.
Niannian really couldn't understand them, so she could only call over Third Senior Brother, the learned one.
Hearing this, Shen Weixun walked over. After taking a few glances, he frowned.
"This seems to be a family genealogy. Wait a moment. Let me take a closer look."
Shen Weixun had just taken a cursory look.
The first few lines of the text seemed to record names.
And after the names, there were descriptions like "the nth generation of the Tu family".
Only family genealogies were usually written like this.
But the problem was, who would be so crazy as to engrave their family genealogy on a stone wall?
More importantly, wasn't this the forbidden area of the Hu family?
But all the people in this genealogy had the surname Tu!
Shen Weixun read it word by word carefully. It was indeed a family genealogy.
Judging from the characters, it could be traced back a thousand years.
Shen Weixun patiently read until the end. Finally, he saw some text other than the names and descriptions of the generations.
"Hu Buqun married into the Tu family and became the husband of Tu Miaomiao, the 120th generation head of the Tu family. Twenty years later, he had traitorous intentions. He dug up the ancestral graves of the Tu family, captured the souls of the Tu family's ancestors, killed his wife and children, changed the Tu family to the Hu family, stole the secret techniques of the Tu family, and did not do things on the right path."
"Tu Miaomiao is ashamed of her ancestors. But now she is unconscious, unable to break free, and hard to avenge the hatred. I leave this family genealogy here, hoping that one day the descendants of the Tu family can see this and expose Hu Buqun."
"Left by the unworthy descendant Tu Miaomiao."
Shen Weixun found the key points and read them out while translating.
These short three lines of text seemed to be able to piece together a complete story.
No wonder.
The techniques of the Hu family were so strange, being both good and evil.
Moreover, it seemed that the backlash was quite serious, a bit incomplete.
As the most outstanding person of a generation, the family head was actually out of his body during cultivation and his soul was captured. He was almost scattered and used to set up a feng shui formation.
It was really hard to believe that he had become so useless.
The old monster possessing the young man had extremely powerful Yin attacks. It seemed quite fierce, but this technique also seemed not so useless.
This feeling of being neither fish nor fowl, the problem was actually here.
It was originally not the Hu family's own thing. After piecing and modifying, of course it became fragmented.
From the text above, it could be seen that no matter what the original Tu family's techniques were like, at least they were on the right path.
But the current Hu family didn't seem to be the case.
"It's a pity. I'm afraid there are no descendants of the Tu family in this world anymore. This text should have been written three hundred years ago. Counting down from the family genealogy, this family should have lasted for at least six hundred years. Up to now, the Hu family has become more and more prosperous. That white-eyed wolf back then probably wouldn't have given the Tu family any chance."
Shen Weixun sighed.
Since Niannian was standing beside him, he said it a bit more euphemistically.
One could easily guess what would happen to the descendants of the Tu family.
A person who had endured for twenty years, was cruel enough to kill his wife and children, and finally successfully usurped the throne, how could he allow anyone to shake his position?
The descendants of the Tu family were probably all gone in that generation.
That was why no one had ever discovered this text, and no one remembered the hatred of the Tu family.
They didn't even know how the Hu family had risen.
"Senior Brother, are they the ancestors of the Tu family?"
Niannian turned around and pointed at the souls still scrambling for the soul - restoring grass and asked.
Looking at these evil ghosts now, they didn't seem so scary anymore.
Instead, they seemed a bit pitiful.
"Probably. If so, it gives us a chance."
Shen Weixun racked his brains. The troublesome situation that he had just thought of now seemed to become clearer.
The Tu family must have had a deep hatred with the Hu family. Although hundreds of years had passed, this hatred of genocide could not be smoothed out just by changing generations.
The souls inside should be unconscious now.
All their actions were like programs set by programmers.
The instructions told them what to do, what not to do, and what to do when there was nothing to do.
They had no logic of their own.
Shen Weixun also roughly understood why these souls always stopped at the right moment instead of completely devouring each other's souls.
It was estimated that they still retained a little bit of their consciousness.
They clearly knew that the souls around them were their relatives and ancestors, so they wouldn't kill them.
But a certain set program made them unable to help but attack each other.
This led to the current situation.
If they could awaken the consciousness of these souls, it didn't matter whether they were evil ghosts, ghost kings, or even ghost emperors.
Because they were not on the opposite side.
They were not even ghosts that could greatly supplement their power. These evil ghosts had no reason to make things difficult for them.
The ones they should make things difficult for were the Hu family members who were living happily outside.
Shen Weixun stroked his chin and tapped the text on the rock wall twice with his fingertips. "Is their shuangling scattered?"
According to the usual methods of the Hu family, these souls should have lost their shuangling.
Once the shuangling left the main soul for too long, it would automatically dissipate.
It was the same principle as some ghosts wandering in the world for too long and then disappearing.
But this time was based on the strength of the main soul.
These evil ghosts didn't seem weak. Their shuangling might not have dissipated within a hundred years.
But whether it had actually dissipated or not still had to be asked Niannian.
He was not good at this kind of thing.
Niannian counted with her fingers, calculating the fate of the oldest and most powerful ghost.
Calculating the fate of a yin soul was extremely consuming of one's own vital energy.
But at this moment, she couldn't care about that much.
Niannian calculated back and forth four or five times with her fingers. After making sure that she wouldn't make a mistake, she nodded slightly. "It's still there, but it's in a very far place. I can't recall so many by myself."
"What if I help?"
Shen Weixun frowned slightly and asked.
"If both of us exhaust our strength, we should be able to. But in this case, we will have no ability to resist. If they regain their consciousness and still make things difficult for us, it will be terrible."
Niannian roughly estimated in her heart and gave such an answer.
So now there was only one problem in front of the two of them.
Do they want to take a big gamble?
Not gambling on how kind these souls are, but gambling on their hatred for the Hu family.