Chapter 166 The Dead Cannot Return
Bailian didn’t dare to bite it anymore, thinking that the ears could be the life gate of a creature like Afutu. It turned red when he kissed it, and it immediately turned red when he bit it. Fainted.
After calling twice, he didn't wake up at all. The soft little guy still hummed twice unconsciously, and he didn't know what he was responding to.
Two short paws covered his cheeks, and his whole body shrank into a small fluffy ball, just nestled in the palm of his hand.
A cute mess.
Even though Balian's heart was getting colder and colder as a corpse demon, it couldn't help but become fluffy and soft following its cute appearance.
Carefully put the little guy into your arms and let him sleep peacefully.
When Balian looked at the yin-filled drowned child woman on the ground again, his eyes turned into a deep and cold black.
The drowned child woman on the ground trembled hard.
Bailian suddenly spoke slowly, his voice as soft as dead leaves blown up by the wind in the forest: "Even if my little rabbit doesn't want to eat you, I can't keep you today."
The drowned child woman sobbed, and the pale bead on her head burst into tears, as if begging for mercy.
Bailian slowly pulled out his fingers, flicked the ghost lying on the ground hard, and was about to escape.
He fixed his gaze with a calm look, without the slightest hint of cold murderous intent to intimidate.
But the body of the drowned child woman who was about to jump up from the ground trembled violently, and then she lay down obediently.
Even the childish faces on her body that were constantly tearing at the surface of her skin were trying to escape, their expressions became sluggish and quiet.
Balian picked up a pile of dead leaves, wiped the black blood off his palm, then sat on the ground, patted the drowned woman on the head, and started talking to her.
“In this jungle lake, there are a total of eighty-three children’s remains and bones, all of which are eaten by you. The souls who drowned under the ghosts will not rest in peace after death, but are imprisoned by you.
The soul is forever trapped in your ghost body. It is tossed around in it, and it is difficult to escape from it. You are carrying eighty-three people. You have a lingering soul and are plagued by misfortune. You think you can withstand such bad consequences, but you don’t know that everything has a cause and an effect. You are devouring them for the sake of the child in your belly. Naturally, your child should pay for the consequences."
The body of the drowned child woman trembled violently, and tears gradually flowed out from her damaged eyes as scarlet as blood.
The two long arms under his ribs tightly protected his abdomen. The ferocious, pale and swollen face was filled with despairing sadness at this moment.
"You have done evil things, and there are no mortals living in the mountain anymore. There are no children for you to feed. The stillborn fetus in your belly is difficult to raise. When your body rots, the eighty-three faces on your body will become parasitic on the fetus in your belly." In this case, there are only two The result. "
"First, your child will eat these eighty-three ghosts and become a new drowned child woman. His soul will always be alone in this dead lake, and he will never rest in peace for the rest of his life. "
"Both, your child was eaten by the eighty-three Yin spirits. There are no drowned children in the lake of death. There are only eighty-three evil ghosts who cannot enter the six realms."
He lowered his eyes and looked at the drowned child woman who had stopped crying. , and finally said softly: "How do you decide?"
The drowned child woman raised her pale face with unrecognizable features in a daze. After ten years of being a ghost, she had already lost her former self. He is in his prime, young and charming.
Even basic human nature sank to the bottom of the cold lake at the moment of death.
The dead cannot return.
Those who complain cannot go.
The ghosts wandering around the world never have the right to choose one or the other.
But, at this moment.
Through her pale eyes, she looked up at the gentle and almost hidden eyes of the young man under the umbrella, and would patiently ask her how to choose.
The memories and emotions of being a human being seemed to be picked up at this moment.
For ten years under the lake, the indifferent, numb, ignorant, cursed, cruel Guili emotions were overthrown and extinguished as if by a bright light.
The pale pupils slowly closed, and no more tears of blood spilled out.
The swollen corpse began to slowly develop clear facial features, which were the pale appearance of a young woman. The pale lips murmured and undulated, singing songs that no one in the world could hear.
Bailian closed his long eyelashes slightly, closed his eyes, his pale face was as calm as a sacrifice, and listened quietly.
That is the lullaby that mothers use to put their children to sleep.
After singing about the separation of life and death, reincarnation is silent.
The tone of the songs from a foreign country is undoubtedly unfamiliar to Balian, but it is so warm that it makes people feel a hint of distant familiarity.
Balian opened his eyes, his dark eyes as clean as new ink.
He took out the Qiu Shui Sword and tapped the sword lightly with his finger. The sword buzzed, clear and clear, like spring water washing jade stones, slowly crossing the lake under the breeze.
As if accompanying a woman to a song, he used the sword of autumn water to lightly strike out the soul-sending song.
To comfort this eternally lonely soul, to respect all things in the world that are indescribable.
The singing was slow and echoed throughout the countryside.
On the pale skin that had been swollen by the lake water for ten years, the eighty-three childish faces closed their eyes under the slow singing, and the resentment in the faces was smoothed away for no reason.
The peace between his brows and eyes is like a child sleeping in a cradle.
The face kept peeling off her body, as if she had been liberated from the shackles, and as if the shackles had been removed.
Wisps of Yin Qi lingered among the dead branches and leaves, like rain and fog, and finally seemed to find some kind of destination, getting into the bones and bones under the dead leaves and mud.
The cold wind is blowing, but there is no more sinister air.
The woman was lying in the wet and cold soil of fallen leaves. Her black hair was wet and disheveled. Her pair of green eyes moved calmly, and strands of sinister obsession emerged from her eyes.
The child-drowned woman can only maintain her body as a child-drowned woman by drowning the child and incorporating the ghost spirit into the body of the undead.
Now, under the sound of Bailian’s fencing call and soul song, those eighty-three restless souls have returned to the earth.
She is no longer a drowned child, so naturally she will disappear from this world.
Bailian lowered his head and looked quietly at her hands protecting her bulging belly.
He seemed to understand something, and the autumn water sword in his hand cut her abdomen sharply, and the liquid like corpse liquid fell to the ground.
In the stink, a small, cold and black baby was huddled there.
Her thin, cool eyelids slowly opened under the support of a gentle resentment.
The dark and penetrating eyes had the innocence and harmlessness of a newborn baby, and he quietly took a look at the world.
Then die.
Balian didn't mind the smelly and sticky corpse water, so he wrapped his small body with wide sleeves and said warmly to the woman who was about to disappear: "Don't worry, I will let your child rest in peace." . "
A sad smile appeared on the woman's pale face. She reached for her neck, took out a jasper bead, and handed it to Balian's hand.
The breeze blew by, and the woman's body burned itself into mottled fragments of calamity fire, disappearing between heaven and earth.
Because of her love for the child in her belly, the woman turned her hatred into hatred and killed eighty-three innocent children. Because of this child, this child should have suffered the consequences.
But in order to let her child rest in peace, she gave up the path of reincarnation and died in the nameless lake of death.
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(End of this chapter)