The reason why the method was cruel was partly due to Zhou Ruyan's resentment, and partly due to his fiery and twisted pious yearning and respect for the Emperor and the Empress.
I have been resentful all my life, the stigma that I can't get rid of, and the injustice of dying in vain.
It will be clear once.
It made him desire 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.
Bai Lian 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?"
Lan Youdie's complexion changed greatly, and her eyes suddenly became sharp: "Good boy! What you mean by this is that the evil ghosts in the city kill people, all because of the fault of the queen."
Bailian said: "Whatever is in my heart comes from my feelings."
"Hmph, I would like to advise you, when you are in the Immortal City, don't talk nonsense about the Immortal Emperor! It is a serious blasphemy and you will not be able to escape even if you die!"
Balian found it very difficult to understand the nothingness that these people believed in.
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 all kinds of words in the world, and if hearing them one by one 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, Bailian didn't ask any more questions, but changed the question and said: "Miss Lan, do you know if there are any immature children in the family, Yang Hun, in recent days?" Lost?"
After hearing this, Lan Youdie was startled and looked at Bai Lian with a bit of surprise.
Zhou Ru said that he complained about ghosts killing people, so he used the soul of a child to nourish his body and temper his spirit. Although it was a very stupid method, it was still useful. It is unlikely that he would be able to raise a living body after a few hundred years. .
In the past hundred years, innocent children have been victimized by him, and they are not a minority.
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 thought that this boy was very strange. He had obviously caught an old ghost in the city, but he had no intention of exchanging a large reward for it. Instead, he paid so much attention to a little girl from a private family.
Could it be that his brain is flooded?
What good can be gained by wasting energy to save a useless mortal?
It was strange that this boy was obviously very capable, but he was so poor that he had to sell his body and look to rely on women to make a living.
Emotions are like brains that don't work well.
Although she felt contempt and contempt in her heart, Lan Youdie still patiently answered him for the sake of her military achievements.
"There lived a mortal young scholar named Ji Ting in Alley 14 of Zhaoting Street. He had two sisters. The youngest of them lost her soul. Our people also guessed that she was detained by Zhou Ruyan. The old ghost has not yet been killed. , So-mei’s sister comes to the city every day crying and begging, if you really get the soul, sending it away would be a good deed.”
Obviously, Lan Youdie's last words of "good deeds and good deeds" were full of contempt and hypocrisy.
She didn't think that any great merit could 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.
Balian nodded his thanks, not paying attention to her false conciliation, and walked out of the alley with an umbrella.
Fine snowflakes began to fall from the sky again.
The bright lights shine on the city, 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.
Balian smiled slightly at the two of them and said, "Did you find anything?"
Lin Guiyuan said: "There was a man setting up a spirit formation behind the alley. When Lin Yuan and I took him down, he committed suicide."
Balian frowned upon hearing this: "Suicide?" If he was just captured, why was he forced to commit suicide?
"However, we found these things on him." Lin Yuan took out a large stack of dark-colored papers from his arms.
The moment Balian took it in his hand, an extremely pure coolness spread along his skin and into his body.
He turned over two pieces of paper and knew what it was.
"Yin Si Zhi."
Lin Yuan naturally recognized that it was a ghost paper, and was puzzled as to what a human cultivator could do with so much ghost money on him.
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 spirit. For ghosts, it should be something like a spirit stone."
As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper 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, the popularity of Balian's body weakened a bit, his face became more and more pale, and he looked ghostly in the night.
Seeing Bai Lian take out another one, Lin Yuan quickly stopped it: "Stop sucking, this hellish thing is sucking so hard into your body."
Seeing her worried look, Bailian folded the ghost paper in his hand and gave it back to her, smiling: "This paper money is very interesting, and it should have many uses. If ghosts kill people here, there will be people on the other side collecting ghost money. The city here doesn’t look as peaceful as it appears on the surface.”
A cold snow fell on the long streets and alleys, and the new snow covered the old snow, making the night even more desolate.
Zhaoting Street, Lane 14, is close to the outskirts of the border town.
The alleys are simple and crowded, with crisscrossed 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.
Long candles were lit in every house, and the cold alleys were illuminated with a warm glow.
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 home is divided into two areas, the first half is used for cooking noodles and entertaining guests, and 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 city's hundreds of fireworks to bloom.
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 alleys. In order to save lamp oil at home for her brother to read at night, Ji Ying did not light the candles when 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 holding the knife in her hand and looked up.
In the snowy lantern, there is a young man holding an umbrella.
White snowflakes brushed past the umbrella eaves. Under the umbrella, there was a handsome face as gentle as jade.
