Chapter 214 Si Yin Zhi
The reason why the methods are cruel is that one is Zhou Ruyan’s resentment, and the other is the fiery and twisted pious yearning and respect for the emperor.
I have complained all my life about the stigma that I can't get rid of, and the injustice of dying in vain.
One day it will be clear.
He longed to be reborn as an adult again, even more strongly than the exiled female cultivator who had once been a person in the inner city and often served under the temple of the immortal.
Therefore, those who nourish the soul and refine the body with the soul-regenerating magic are delusional about the rebirth of the corpse.
After listening to what Blue Young Butterfly said.
Bailian thought thoughtfully and said: "Since the Emperor was able to get Zhou Ruyan's eyes back, why didn't she completely transform him back, instead of causing so many innocent people in the border town to die in vain?"
Blue Baby Butterfly His face changed drastically, and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "Good boy! What you mean by this is that the evil ghosts in the city kill people and kill people, all because of the fault of the empress."
Bailian said: "What I think in my heart is what I feel. ”
"Hmph, I would like to advise you, when you are in the Immortal City, don't talk about the Immortal Emperor! It is a serious crime of blasphemy, and you will die without mercy!"
Bailian has nothing to say about the nothingness that these people believe in. , which is very difficult to understand.
However, doubtful words have become a serious crime of blasphemy.
As an ancient immortal god, how could he not have such a big heart?
There are so many words in the world, and if every one of them makes you thunderous and angry, then this immortal must be too tired.
Thinking about the fuzzy piano sound in the darkness when the accident happened tonight, Balian felt something strange in his heart.
Seeing Lan Youdie's nervous and serious look, Bai Lian would not ask any more questions, but changed the question and said: "Do you know, Miss Lan, who has been asking questions in recent days? A young girl has lost her Yang Soul?”
After hearing this, Lan Youdie was startled and looked at Bailian with a bit of surprise.
Zhou Ruyan complained about ghosts killing people, and used the soul of a child to nourish his body and temper his spirit. Although it was a very stupid method, it was useful. It is impossible to say that he would be able to raise a child after hundreds of years. Come in the body of a living being.
In the past hundred years, innocent children have been victimized by him, and not a few of them.
But the children in the border towns are all mediocre mortals after all. They only want to capture the old ghosts in exchange for fame, but no one will deliberately rescue these mortal children.
Lan Youdie only thinks that this boy is very strange. He has clearly caught an old ghost in the city, but he has no intention of exchanging a large reward for it. Instead, he pays so much attention to a little girl from a private family.
Maybe my brain is flooded.
What good can you gain by wasting your energy to save a useless mortal?
It's strange that this guy is obviously very talented, but he is so poor that he has to sell his body and look to rely on women to make a living.
Emotions are like brains that don't work well.
Although he felt contempt and contempt in his heart, Lan Youdie still patiently answered him for the sake of his military achievements.
“There lived a mortal young scholar named Ji Ting in Alley 14 of Zhaoting Street. He had two sisters. The youngest sister lost her soul. Our people also guessed that she was detained by Zhou Ruyan. Go, the old ghost has not yet been killed, so sister My sister comes to the city every day crying and pleading, if you really get the soul, it would be a good deed to send it."
Obviously, Lan Youdie's last words of "good deeds" carry three meanings. Very contemptuous and hypocritical.
She doesn’t think that any great merit can be obtained from a mortal.
It's just that this kid is stupid, he must be a wanderer of faith, and he is naive and naive that day, so there is no need to break his heart.
Bailian nodded in thanks, not paying attention to her hypocritical appeasement, and walked out of the alley with an umbrella.
Fine snowflakes began to fall from the sky again.
The city is illuminated by bright lights, making the world prosperous. Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan walked out of the darkness and looked at Bai Lian, whose cheeks were stained with blood.
Bai Lian smiled at the two of them and said, "Have you found anything?"
Lin Guiyuan said: "There was a person setting up a spirit formation behind the alley. When Lin Yuan and I captured him, He committed suicide."
Bailian frowned upon hearing this: "Suicide?" Why was he forced to commit suicide if he was just captured?
“However, we found these on him.” Lin Yuan took out a large stack of dark-colored papers from his arms.
The moment Balian took it in his hand, a pure yin coolness spread along his skin and into his body.
He turned over two pieces of paper and knew what it was.
"Yin Sizhi."
Lin Yuan naturally recognized that this was Yin Sizhi. She was puzzled as to what a human practitioner could do with so much money from the underworld.
Bailian lowered his head and rubbed the paper with his fingers for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then said: "It is not an ordinary ghost money. This Yin Si paper is endowed with a spirit. For ghosts, it should be similar to a spirit." There is such an existence as stone."
As he said that, he took out a piece and used the power of darkness in his body to trigger the paper money.
Soon, the curled edges of the paper money began to burn, and strands of yin energy blended into his mouth and nose like threads.
Not long after, Balian's popularity weakened a bit, and his face became increasingly pale and indifferent. In the night, he looked ghostly.
Seeing Bailian take out another one, Lin Yuan quickly stopped it: "Stop sucking, this hellish thing is sucking into the body."
Seeing her look of worry, Balian folded the Yinshi paper in his hand and returned it to her, smiling: "This paper money It's very interesting, and it should have many uses. The ghosts are killing people here, and there are people collecting ghost money on the other side. The city here doesn't look as peaceful as it looks on the surface."
A cold snow fell for a long time. In the streets and alleys, new snow covers the old snow, and the night becomes even more desolate.
Zhaoting Street, Lane 14, is close to the outskirts of the border town.
The alleys are simple and crowded, with criss-crossing streets and low old houses, eroded by wind and rain, showing the mottled traces of history.
Outside the entrance of the alley, there is a simple altar for offering sacrifices to earthly immortals. The incense on the table has been covered with ice and snow, making it look deserted.
The environment here is very poor, but it smells of human fireworks.
Every house lit long candles, and the cold alleys were illuminated with a warm halo.
Ji Ying, the second sister of the Ji family, is cutting garlic and cooking noodles with the window open. Her family makes a living from a noodle stall.
The house is divided into two areas. The first half is used for cooking noodles and entertaining guests, while the second half is where a family of three brothers and sisters live and sleep.
Although the night is late, it is the Spring Festival, and people have the habit of staying up all night long, waiting for the hundreds of nights of fireworks to bloom in the city.
At this time, someone will come to the store to pack a bowl of hot pickled cabbage and beans soup noodles.
There were long lanterns in the alley. In order to save lamp oil at home for her brother to read at night, Ji Ying did not light the candle when she was cutting vegetables and making noodles. She opened the window and let the cold wind on the snowy night chill her brows and eyes.
The bright light of the foreign minister entered the room, and her fingertips were blue and red from the cold, but it did not affect the speed of chopping vegetables at all.
Suddenly, the light outside the window flickered, and a figure covered the light.
Ji Ying stopped the knife in her hand and looked up.
In the snowy lantern, there is a young man holding an umbrella.
The white snowflakes brushed past the umbrella eaves, and under the umbrella was a handsome face as gentle as jade.
(End of this chapter)