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uncle Zhao crashed into the bookshelf and fled, the sound of tearing flesh echoing behind him. The Barefoot Monk's Buddha's Remains were crushed by Hong Ling, and the Buddhist Rosary scattered across the ground, each human tooth emitting a scream akin to a baby's wail.
As he sprinted through the corridor, he saw the silhouette of brides reflected in every window, their discarded Human Skin fluttering like kites in the rain. The cellar's iron door was rusted, with layers of black grime accumulating in the keyhole. uncle Zhao pulled out the Brass Key given to him by his master during his lifetime and inserted it; at that moment, a sudden pain shot through him—the Lock Hole was oozing blood!
A chilling wind howled from within, mingled with the sound of a woman weeping and chains dragging. Gritting his teeth, he pushed the door open, the stench overwhelming his senses.
As he struck a match, uncle Zhao let out an inhuman scream. Thirty-seven Human Skin Lanterns hung from the beams, each reflecting the smiling faces of the Seventh Concubines. In the center of the cellar stood seven Red Lacquered Wooden Boxes, their lids wide open, revealing wedding garments soaked in blood.
The most horrifying sight was on the West Wall at the Buddha Shrine; the Gilded Buddha Statue had a gaping wound in its belly, with the severed claws of a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon nailed to seven Sheng Chen Ba Zi.
"This is... Madam's Ba Zi!" uncle Zhao leaned in for a closer look but was suddenly startled back three steps by what he saw behind the Buddha Shrine—every inch of the wall was filled with glass jars, each containing a Fetal Corpse! The labels read "Bing Chen Year July 7" and "Ding Si Year July 7," marking the annual abortion dates for the Seventh Concubines.
The attic drama took a sudden turn: "Peeling Skin and Extracting Tendons is common; trading lives for longevity is known to heaven and earth!" Trembling, uncle Zhao reached for one of the severed dragon claws. The Buddha statue suddenly collapsed, revealing a hidden compartment behind it.
Inside lay half a tattered notebook covered in dust; on the first page was his master's handwriting: "Republic Year Six, Zhang Tianshi bestowed upon me the Seven Fiends longevity technique, yet it requires offerings of Purple Placenta Pill every month..."
The cellar door slammed shut with a thunderous bang. uncle Zhao turned to see a Seventh Concubine standing in a pool of blood, her face sagging at her collarbone, maggots falling from her eye sockets.
" uncle Zhao, how cruel you are." Her voice fluctuated between male and female as she raised her hand, and a string of Amber Prayer Beads slipped from her wedding gown's sleeve. "Back when you helped my master kill and loot at Water Bandit Stronghold, you weren't this timid."
uncle Zhao leaned against the Buddha Shrine, feeling the fetal corpse submerged in one of the jars. Memories from twenty years ago surged like a tide: that bloody moonlit night when he followed his master to slaughter on the Yangzhou Merchant Ship while seven brides were locked in the hold...
"They were still alive then!"
uncle Zhao suddenly roared, "The master deceived me, saying it was for transporting opium!"
"It's too late to realize now."
The Seventh Concubine's fingers pierced her own chest, pulling out a pulsating mass of flesh and blood. "The calming incense you add each night contains our corpse oil."
Within the blood and flesh, the master’s final moments emerged: seven pale hands reached out from the wall, tearing his soul apart to feast on it.
The golden dragon's severed claw suddenly grew hot.
uncle Zhao was struck by inspiration and fiercely thrust the severed claw into the Seventh Concubine's chest.
Amidst her piercing scream, all the glass jars shattered simultaneously, and the Fetal Corpse fell to the ground, transforming into black smoke.
The walls of the cellar oozed blood, revealing the truth of that year: on the night of Qixi in the sixth year of the Republic, Seven's bride was nailed alive into a coffin.
Zhang Tianshi sealed their souls within their corpses using golden needles, feeding them with Li Zhongwen's blood.
Every year on the seventh day of the seventh month, sacrifices of close relatives were required; those fetuses were turned into "life-prolonging pills" for the master to consume.
And every day when uncle Zhao cleaned the ancestral hall, the incense ash contained crushed infant bones!
"So I was the accomplice all along..."
uncle Zhao laughed madly, blood tears streaming from his cracked eyes.
The Seventh Concubine's corpse suddenly swelled, her wedding gown tearing open to reveal eerie white bones.
As the cellar began to collapse, uncle Zhao clutched the golden dragon's severed claw and lunged toward the entrance of Dark River—this was a secret passage built by the master to escape from war.
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