I Rely on Caution to Cultivate to Immortality Chapter 46: Chaptery Ghost

When she walked in the door, Huanran still felt that Ahua's smile was a bit strange, but the scene she saw immediately left her no time to think again.

The old man has not entered the Tao, so there is no magic barrier in this secret hut, and Mingran can easily see the whole picture of the hut.

This is a relatively narrow room surrounded by exposed earthen walls, but there are many oil lamps embedded on the walls, so even though it is pitch black outside, it is quite bright here.

Located directly in front of Mingran is a small Buddhist altar.

But what is enshrined on the altar is not various gods and Buddhas, but a dead skeleton sitting cross-legged.

It's not a fake made of stone or wood, it's a genuine bone frame!

Even the skull was well preserved, and the two dark holes stared at Mingran so hard that one couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

However, under the illumination of the oil lamp, this skeleton frame inevitably has some shadows mixed in the light. What is even more creepy is that the upper and lower jaws of this skeleton are extremely wide open, as if it was still laughing desperately before dying. !

It is clearly just a skeleton, but there is a kind of weird remnant lingering on it, as if it is ridiculing, mocking, full of endless malice.

Approaching the skeleton and examining it carefully for a moment, I suddenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the skeleton.

He took out a torch from the storage bag, lit it with the light from the oil lamp, and took a closer look.

Finally, Minran found two small rolls of silk in its two eye sockets.

Putting on silver silk gloves, he took out two chopsticks, and carefully pulled out the two rolls of silk cloth, covering his face with more than a dozen protective covers, and even threw a passing mouse inside.

Mouse:...

"Squeak!"

After a while, seeing that the mouse was still alive and kicking, Minran let out a sigh of relief, put the baby in his arms aside, and unfolded two rolls of silk.

After a while, I let out a long sigh of relief after reading the two rolls of silk.

The old man's luck is not bad. These two volumes of silk cloth, one volume is "Thousand Silk Puppet Art", and the other volume is "Phantom Shifting God", both are left by this skeleton evil cultivator.

This evil cultivator is a Nascent Soul evil cultivator, but these two volumes of spells cannot be written by a mere Nascent Soul evil cultivator.

I have experienced the power of puppet art before, and it is really powerful. The most important thing is that it is mentioned in "Thousand Silk Puppet Art" that the puppet that is integrated with the flesh and blood essence of the creator will be more spiritual, but It needs to use a large number of monks' souls, which is really a bit evil.

But for today's Huanran, it is really a very good object.

As for "Phantom Displacement", needless to say, it is just a low-level soul-hunting technique, which is of little use to Minran.

After putting away the two rolls of silk cloth, he was about to turn around and leave, but he caught a glimpse of some small light spots reflected from the corner of his eyes, and stopped immediately.

The light spot came from behind the skeleton, Minran thought for a while, reached out and put the skeleton on the ground, and then the scene that caught his eyes made Minran stunned in place.

That is a row of tablets.

Each one is small, about the size of a palm, with a bare name on it. On the third one in the first row on the left, the word "iron egg" is impressively written.

There are many other names besides this one.

'Shuan Zi','A Yue','A Yuan'...

Under the cover of these small palm-sized tablets, there is another smallest tablet, only half the size of a palm, with the word "Ming Yong" carefully outlined in ink with gold powder on it, and the light spots just reflected , is this tablet.

Mingyong, Mingyong, it's a pity that the old man's grandson will never have a tomorrow!

These tablets are well preserved, even though it is pouring rain outside, it is still very dry here. It's just that on this dry countertop, Mingran saw a few traces of water stains that were almost dried up.

Staring at the tablets and the water stains that looked like tears for a long time, he sighed slowly.

The hearts of the people...

"Crack!"

A popping sound from the oil lamp next to her brought Minran back to her senses, she turned around and was about to leave with the baby, but she froze the moment she opened the door.

Those villagers of Fuxiang Village who fell on the ground had already been filled with lamp oil by the only movable Ahua, including Shui Sheng and herself. At this moment, she is holding a slowly tilting candle in her hand. As long as she shakes her hand, everyone will burn in an instant!

The rain outside seemed to stop in an instant.

The atmosphere in the room became tense in an instant.

Seeing that Huanran was about to speak out, Ahua shook his head, signaling for Huanran to leave directly. After a moment of silence, looking at the firmness in Ahua's eyes, Ahua understood that he couldn't persuade a person who insisted on dying.

Leading the child out of the gate of the big house, the begging, cursing and screaming behind him gradually stopped. The moment before Ahua threw the candle, all the villagers seemed to realize something, and slowly closed their mouths. Silently waiting for the long overdue death.

"Slap!"

The fire spread with lightning speed the moment the candle fell, fueled by lamp oil, and all the villagers were engulfed by the flame one by one. At the last moment before dawn, they waited peacefully in the raging fire. to die.

The baby in Minran's arms seemed to sense something, and he who had been silent all this time suddenly opened his mouth and cried loudly!

The clear cry of the baby kept ringing in front of the fire, like a pair of scissors tearing through the scorching fire, trying to cut the **** fetters of the past bit by bit.

This village, which hides endless blood, tears and innocent souls of babies, should also be buried in the raging fire along with the dead villagers of Fuxiang Village.

Huanran waved his hand and scattered more than a dozen flames, igniting those damp houses without any hindrance. In an instant, the entire Fuxiang Village was burning. The endless wall of fire devoured all the remaining rain vapor here last night, leaving only a field of ashes~IndoMTL.com~ When the first ray of sunshine rose, the place where Fuxiang Village originally existed was empty, leaving only A ground of ashes.

That's fine, may the flames wash away these sins.

After giving birth to the little white flower, seeing it gobble up the ashes everywhere, he shook his head, took out the small cauldron to observe, and found that the black thread Gu worms were missing again, so he couldn't help nodding in satisfaction.

It seems that Xiao Ding is not lazy.

At this moment, Minran's fingers suddenly felt pain, and when he looked down, he saw that the baby in his arms had opened his eyes at some point, and was struggling to bite his fingers with those sharp teeth.

And those eyeballs are blood red!

This child...

Probably because both parents have become hungry ghosts, this newborn baby is no longer a normal person.

Under the sun, he is growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. While biting his finger, thick hair has grown on the top of his head, his limbs are getting stronger, and at the same time, the teeth in his mouth are getting stronger. Get sharper!

Baby ghost!

Babies were reincarnated but died several times in vain, and the accumulated resentment in several lives was much greater than that of adults.

This baby ghost is obviously more powerful, he is not afraid of the sun, his nature only knows to plunder flesh and blood, and the human part of his body is pitifully small. If it is released, there will be a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, which will only increase the number of murders, and will be cleaned up by eminent monks or monks sooner or later.

Ah Hua let this child live well, and living well certainly does not include repeating the mistakes of his parents, right?

Instead of letting someone else kill you after making a big mistake, let her do it yourself...

Looking at this innocent and cruel child who is obsessed with fresh flesh and blood, there is indifference between his brows, and after raising it high above his head, he smashed it down!