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"Do you know about Yinmu Nourishing Soul?"
Zhou Huaisheng's voice came from behind. As Xu Wenshan turned, she knocked over an Antique Shelf, causing a Qing Dynasty Wedding Dress to slip and reveal its lining.
Dense Braids were sewn into Taoist Talismans, with each hair tip tied to a Birth Chart Tag. Suddenly, the wedding dress stood upright, and its sleeves shot out Seven Wooden Combs, cornering Xu Wenshan against the wall.
When Chen Yu burst through the window, the wedding dress ignited spontaneously, and the ashes formed the Beidou constellation in the air.
Zhou Huaisheng stood at the center of the star formation, his Wenwan Walnut cracking in half to reveal a curled fetus inside—remarkably, it already had forty-nine strands of white hair sprouting from its head.
"You've been plotting since the thirty-seventh year of the Republic of China?" Chen Yu's hand trembled slightly as he aimed his gun at Zhou Huaisheng's forehead.
The latter suddenly tore open his shirt, revealing circles of Braids sewn onto his chest, each Hair connected to a Lipstick Coffin: "I am merely the ninth Zhou Mingde, just as Widow Lin is the seventh Zhou Linshi."
At Zhenxi Burial Mound, as Luoyang Shovel unearthed a Hair Net, torrential rain began to pour. Xu Wenshan dug through the Humus Layer to uncover the Coffin Lid of Seven Red Lacquer Coffins.
Each coffin was entwined in hair forming a Big Dipper Formation, with wooden combs deeply embedded in them. When Chen Yu pried open the Coffin Lid at the North Star Position, his phone's light illuminated the Coffin—inside lay a headless female corpse with her hands crossed over her chest, palms cradling a Police Badge with bullet holes.
"This is my grandfather's..." Chen Yu swallowed hard; the badge number matched exactly with that worn by Chen Guohua twenty years ago.
Suddenly, the female corpse opened her eyes, and her decayed lips expelled a blood-soaked sewing thread, with its end adorned by a Jade Thimble—the very one Widow Lin had worn on her right hand for years.
Xu Wenshan used a wooden comb to sever the Hair Net when Comb Teeth suddenly grew long and pierced through the female corpse's Heavenly Spirit Cover. At that moment, as the Skull cracked open, torrents of Gray-White Strands poured out, entangled with Microfilm. The developed images revealed Zhou Huaisheng and Widow Lin bowing in the Republican Ancestral Hall, with Witness being a young Chen Guohua.
" Rebirth Formation has succeeded!" Zhou Huaisheng's maniacal laughter echoed from deep within the Sophora Tree grove as all forty-nine Red Coffins trembled simultaneously.
Chen Yu shouted into his radio: "Requesting backup! Zhenxi..." Before he could finish, one of the nearby coffins exploded, rolling out a living person wrapped in Braids—the missing Tea House Old Shopkeeper who had been gone for half a month.
As Chen Yu's Engineering Shovel broke through the last layer of Sealing Soil, a Foul Odor mixed with Huaihua Fragrance surged towards the Heavenly Spirit Cover.
The Seven Red Lacquer Coffins were buried deep in a Beidou formation; their Coffin Lid was covered in Comb-like Notches, each groove embedded with pieces of scalp containing Hair Follicles.
When he pried open the Coffin Nail at the North Star Position, dark red Blood Mist gushed forth and formed the character "death" under the spotlight.
"Captain Chen!" Technician Xiao Liu's voice distorted as he exclaimed, "Infrared Thermal Imaging shows life signs in the Coffin!" As everyone recoiled in shock, an invisible force flipped open the Coffin Lid, and forty-nine Braids shot out like spider webs, lifting two nearby officers into the air.
The tips of Huang Mu Zhu produced a chilling sound like soul-capturing bells; each bead was engraved with missing auxiliary police officers' Badge Numbers.
Xu Wenshan grabbed spare Peach Wood Nails and threw them at the Hair Net, but they were ground into powder by the Hair instead.
He pulled out a Carved Wooden Comb from his pocket and sliced open his palm; as Blood Bead splattered onto the Braids, the entire Hair Net suddenly convulsed and contracted, revealing a horrifying sight within the Coffin—Seven Headless Female Corpses arranged in a Lotus Shape, each corpse’s neck cavity sprouting writhing Silk Cocoons.
"It is the cocoon room of the Rebirth Knot." Xu Wenshan's voice was torn apart by the chilling wind. "The Zhou Family uses forty-nine corpses to nurture the hair curse..."
He suddenly fell silent, as the flashlight on his phone illuminated the right hand of the female corpse. The jade thimble on her ring finger reflected the silhouette of Widow Lin as she sewed.
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