The Founder of Diabolism: 2 | Rebirth first

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Wi Wuxian was kicked as soon as he opened his eyes.

A thunder exploded in my ear: "What do you pretend to die?!"

He was about to spit blood on his chest and kicked his head. He landed on his head and looked up to the sky.

We do n’t know how many years already has n’t heard a living person, let alone screaming loudly, dizzy, a young male duck echoing in his buzzing tinnitus: “Do n’t even think about it, you live now Whose land, who eats the rice, who spends the money! What's the matter with you? It should have been mine! "

Then, there was a rumbling sound of rumbling over the boxes and smashing the ground. After a short while, Wei Wuxian's eyes gradually became clear. In his sight, a dim roof emerged, and a green face with eyebrows hanging upside down spit on him: "You dare to sue! You think I am I ’m really afraid of telling you. Do you think someone in this family will decide for you? "

A pair of strong men who looked like domestic servants, said: "Young Master, they're all done!"

The male duck voice said, "Why so fast?"

The servant said, "This broken house doesn't have much things."

The male duck voice was very satisfied and turned to Wei Wuxian. The index finger couldn't wait to poke his nose into his head: "I have the courage to sue. Who do you pretend to be dead for? It seems like you are rare. It ’s like a piece of paper, I ’ve smashed it for you, and see what complaint you will take in the future! It ’s amazing to go to Xianmen Aristocratic Family for a few years? It ’s not like a funeral dog was driven back! ”

Wei Wuxian thinks half-deadly:

I haven't been pretending for many years.

Who is this?

Where? ?

When did he do such a job? ? ?

The male duck voice also stunned, and the house was smashed. He was out of breath. He took the two house servants out of the house with a big swing, and slammed the door loudly, "Don't let him out. Shameful! "

The sound of door Outer sect should be. When people walked away, the room was quiet outside and outside, Wei Wuxian wanted to sit up, but his limbs did not listen to the call, and he lay back again. He had to roll over, watching the strange environment and the mess, and continued to be dizzy.

There is a bronze mirror thrown to the ground. Wei Wuxian touched it. A strangely white face appeared in the mirror. Two reds were unevenly and asymmetrically pressed on the cheeks. As long as you stick out a bright red tongue, you are a dead ghost.

Wei Wuxian throws away the mirror a little unacceptably, wipes his face, and wipes his white hand | powder.

Fortunately, this body is not born with a strange appearance, but a taste. A big man, who has actually covered his face with rouge powder, the key is to be so ugly.

Surprised by this, he regained some strength. He finally sat up, only to notice that there was a circle of spells under him. The array of scarlet, irregular circles, seems to be based on blood, painted by hand, but also wet with a smell of gas, some twisted and insane mantras were painted in the array, wiped away by his body a little, the remaining graphics And the text Evil Qi reveals gloom. Wei Wuxian is also known for many years as the title of Supreme Evil Lord, Demon Grand Master, and so on. At this glance, he knows that it is not a good thing, and he knows it well.

He did not take away the house of others-but was given away!

The essence of "Consecration" is a curse. The caster uses a weapon to kill himself, cuts wounds on his body, draws spells and mantras with his own blood, sits in the center of the circle, and consecrates with the flesh. At the cost of returning evil spirits and souls to the earth, summon an evil and unforgiving fierce ghost and god, and pray for the upper body of evil spirits to fulfill their wishes. This is the "dedication" which is the opposite of "grabbing." They are all badly forbidden, but the latter is not as practical and popular as the former. After all, there are few desires to be strong enough to make a living person willing to give everything, so few people implement them, and they are almost lost for a century. The examples contained in the ancient books are proven to be only three or four people for thousands of years. The wishes of these three or four people are revenge without exception, and the called Liguis have perfectly fulfilled their wishes in a cruel and **** way.

Wei Wuxian is not convinced.

Why was he classified as "the ten wicked ghosts and evil gods"?

Although his reputation is relatively poor, and his death is very tragic, but he will not retaliate, and he will not avenge himself. He dare to swear that he can never find a lone wild ghost who is more secure than him!

The tricky part is that the offering is based on the will of the caster. Even if he refuses to accept ... the upper body is upper body. This tacit agreement is reached between the two parties. He must realize the wish for the caster, otherwise the curse will Will back bite, the possessor will destroy all the gods, never live forever.

Wei Wuxian pulled open the belt and raised his hand to look at it. Sure enough, his wrists were staggered with several sharp wounds. Although the blood of the wound had stopped, Wei Wuxian knew that these were not ordinary injuries. If he did not fulfill his wishes for the master, these wounds would not heal. The longer the delay, the more serious, if the deadline is exceeded, he will be torn apart with soul and soul.

While confirming again and again, Wei Wuxian said ten times in his heart, "How can this be true!", finally reluctantly helped the wall to stand up.

This room is large, but empty and shabby. The bedspreads have not been changed for a few days, exuding a musty smell. There was a bamboo basket in the corner, which was originally used to throw waste. It was kicked down, and the waste paper rolled down to the ground. Wei Wuxian saw that there were ink marks on the paper ball, picked one up, opened it, and it was full of words. He was busy collecting all the paper **** on the ground.

The words on this paper should be vents written by the master of the body when he was distressed. Some paragraphs are incoherent, upside-down, and anxious and nervous are coming through the distorted handwriting through the paper. Wei Wuxian watched with patience one by one, and the more he looked, the more he felt, it was too wrong.

Lian Meng took a guess and roughly cleared up something. First of all, the owner is named Mo Xuanyu, and the place is named Mojiazhuang.

Mo Xuanyu's grandfather is a large local family. The tribe is thin and has no children. He has only two daughters after years of hard work. The second woman's name was not mentioned, anyway, the eldest daughter was from the wife of the family, and the recruit was a husband. Although the two daughters were outstanding in appearance, they were born of domestic slaves. Therefore, the Mo family originally planned to send her away to marry. Who knew that she had another adventure? At the age of sixteen, one of the masters passed by this place and fell in love with her at first sight. People regard Mojiazhuang as a place for private associations. One year later, after the birth of the second lady, Mo Xuanyu.

The people of Mojiazhuang were originally disdainful of this kind of thing, but the Xuanmen Aristocratic Family, which is worshipped by immortals and asked by the immortal, is in the eyes of the world, a mysterious and noble person. From time to time, the Lord carried out the house, and the wind was completely different. Not only is the Mo family proud of this, others are also very envious.

Of course, the good times don't last long. The owner was greedy and ate wild food for a while. He was tired after two years of eating. After Mo Xuanyu was four years old, he never came again.

In the past few years, Mo Jiazhuang's tone has changed again. The original shamelessness and ridicule have come back, with the addition of disdainful pity. Although Lady Mo Er is unwilling, she firmly believes that the owner will not turn a blind eye to her biological son. Sure enough, when Mo Xuanyu was fourteen years old, the owner sent many people and solemnly took the boy back.

Mrs. Mo Er's head was raised again. Although she couldn't follow her, she swept her previous curtsy, raised her eyebrows, exhaled, and proudly proclaimed that her son would be Xuanmen Xianshou and Fei Huang Tengda Guangzong Yaozu in the future. As a result, the people in Mojiazhuang talked for the third time and their attitude changed.

However, Mo Xuanyu was not rushed back until he succeeded in inheriting his father's business.

It was extremely ugly to get back. Because Mo Xuanyu was a broken sleeve, and daring to harass and entangle entanglement with the same door, this scandal was smashed in public. In addition, genius leveling, cultivation has nothing to do, and there is no reason for him to stay in the family.

To make matters worse, Mo Xuanyu didn't know what kind of stimulation. After returning, the whole person was crazy, sometimes good and bad, and seemed to be frightened.

Seeing this, Wei Wuxian frowned twice.

Just broken sleeves, it's still crazy. No wonder the face is covered with fat powder and painted by the old grandfather, no wonder that such a **** formation on the ground just now nobody felt wrong. I'm afraid that even if Mo Xuanyu paints the whole room from floor tiles to walls to the roof with blood, it seems strange to others. Because everyone knows that his brain is sick!

After Mo Xuanyu returned to his hometown, ridicule came overwhelmingly. This time, it seems that there is no room for turning around again. Mo Er's lady couldn't bear such a blow, and she could not get out of her chest with a sigh of anger, she was strangled to death.

At this time, Grandpa Mo Xuanyu has died, and Grandma Mo is in charge. This Mrs. Mo had probably never seen her sister since she was a child, and she even looked down on her illegitimate child. She had a lone seedling, the one who had just come in and ransacked, called Mo Ziyuan. When Mo Xuanyu was taken away by the scenery, the lady Mo realized that she could be related to Xianmen a little bit, and the envoy from Xianmen who hoped to receive people took Mo Ziyuan with him to repair the fairy. Of course, it was rejected or ignored.

Crap. This is not to sell cabbage to bargain, buy one and get one!

I do n’t know where the family is. They all have a strange idea. I firmly believe that Mo Ziyuan must have immortal bones and talents. If he went to him, he would be appreciated by the fairy family. Brother is so disappointed. When Mo Xuanyu was gone, although Mo Ziyuan was still young, he was repeatedly inculcated with such unreasonable thoughts since childhood. He was also convinced that he caught Mo Xuanyu in shame for two days and scolded him Qiuxian Road, but those who brought back from Xianmen Fu Dan, elixir, small construct put it down, all as their own possessions, love to take love to take apart. Although Mo Xuanyu often suffered from mental illness, he also knew that he was being insulted and endured, but Mo Ziyuan intensified and almost evacuated his entire room. Mo Xuanyu finally couldn't bear it and stuttered in front of his aunt and aunt. Therefore, today Mo Ziyuan came to the door.

The words on the paper are small and dense, Wei Wuxian can see his eyes hurt, and he thought what a **** life it was. No wonder Mo Xuanyu would rather give up and ask Li Guixie to avenge himself.

The headaches start when the eyeballs are finished. It is reasonable to say that the caster should meditate on the wishes in his heart during the battle. As a called evil spirit, Wei Wuxian should be able to hear his detailed requirements. But I am afraid that this forbidden technique is the remnant from where Mo Xuanyu secretly extracted. Although Wei Wuxian guessed that he probably wanted to retaliate against Mo's family, how should he retaliate? To what extent? Take back what was taken? Beat the Mo family?

Or ... destroy the door?

Most of them are dead! After all, as long as you have mixed the practice world, you should know what words are most commonly used to evaluate Wei Wuxian: ingratitude, madness, and a candidate who is more in line with "evil and evil" than him? Since dare to call him by name, there must be no desire to easily pass.

Wei Wuxian reluctantly said, "You are looking for the wrong person ..."

The author has something to say: I am not a house fight. Although this chapter looks a bit like.

In the next chapter, this person is going to be crazy, I hope everyone will a little bit abandon him _ (: з) ∠) _