Bailian didn't dare to bite it any more, thinking that the ears could be the lifeblood of a creature like Afutu. It turned red when he kissed it, and he fainted when he bit it.
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 her cheeks, and her whole body shrank into a small fluffy ball, just nestled in the palm of his hand.
Adorably messed up.
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 one into your arms and let him sleep peacefully.
When Balian looked at the yin-filled child-drowned woman on the ground again, her eyes turned into a deep and lonely black.
The drowned child woman on the ground trembled violently.
Balian suddenly spoke slowly, his voice as soft as the 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.
Balian 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 intimidation or cold murderous intent.
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.
"There are a total of eighty-three children's remains in the jungle and lake here, and they are all eaten by you. The souls who drowned under the ghosts will not rest in peace after death, but are imprisoned by you.
Your soul is forever trapped in your ghost body, tossed around in it, unable to escape through numerous catastrophes. You are burdened with eighty-three souls who will never leave, and you are plagued by misfortune. You think you can withstand such evil consequences, but you don’t know that everything has a cause and a result. You eat 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 eyes as scarlet as blood.
The two long arms under his ribs tightly protected his abdomen, and his 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 mountains 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 results.”
"First, your child will eat these eighty-three ghosts and become a new drowned child woman. Her soul will forever wander alone in this dead lake, and she will never rest in peace for the rest of her 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, looking at the drowned child woman who had stopped crying, and finally said softly: "How do you decide?"
The drowned child woman stared up at her pale face with unrecognizable features. After ten years of being a ghost, she had long lost her former glory and youthful charm.
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 lingering in 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, 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's long eyelashes were slightly closed, and she closed her eyes. Her pale face was as calm as a sacrifice, and she listened quietly.
It is the lullaby that mothers put their children to sleep.
After singing about the separation of life and death, reincarnation is quiet.
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 leisurely, like spring water washing jade stones, slowly crossing the lake under the gentle breeze.
As if accompanying a woman with music, he used the sword of autumn water to lightly strike out the soul-sending song.
Soothe this eternally lonely soul, and respect all things in the world that are indescribable.
The song sang slowly, echoing 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.
His brows and eyes were as peaceful as a child sleeping in a cradle.
The face kept peeling off her body, as if she had been liberated from the shackles, and also as if the shackles had been removed.
Wisps of Yin Qi lingered among the dead branches and leaves, like rain and mist, and finally seemed to find some kind of destination, getting into the bones and bones under the dead leaves and mud.
The cold wind blew, but there was 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.
A drowned child woman can only maintain her body as a drowned child woman by drowning the child and incorporating the ghost spirit into the body of the undead.
Now, under the sound of Bai Lian's fencing song, those eighty-three restless souls have returned to the earth.
She is no longer a drowned child woman, and will naturally disappear from this world.
Balian 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 sharply cut her abdomen open, and the liquid like corpse liquid fell to the ground.
In the stench, a small, cold and black baby huddled there.
Her thin, cool eyelids slowly opened under the support of a gentle resentment.
The penetrating black eyes had the innocence and harmlessness of a newborn baby, and he took a quiet 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 out and clasped it around her neck, took out a jasper bead, and handed it to Balian's hand.
The light wind blew by, and the woman's body burned into mottled pieces of calamity fire without fire, and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Because of her love for the child in her belly, the woman turned her obsession into resentment 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 her reincarnation and died in the nameless lake of death.
