Without any time to think, Liang Jiunan and Yu Langya took out more than ten talismans from their bags.
"Hurry as the law dictates!"
The two of them spoke in unison, and the golden talismans shone like rain, exploding among the infant ghosts.
As the baby ghost was overturned, he let out a furious scream.
Yu Langya formed a seal with his hands and used the "Three Color Lion Dance" move to transform into a huge black awakening lion.
"Roar!"
Amidst the roar, strong winds blew up. Yu Langya raised his feet and slapped the ground heavily!
"Boom!"
The earthquake cracked, and all the surrounding vegetation and rockeries were shattered into powder.
The infant ghost was also blown away again by the invisible air wave, and suffered severe injuries.
But he saw the Immortal in the Urn hiding her face and smiling, acting shyly like a daughter, but her eyes flashed scarlet, and countless red ropes suddenly appeared under her wide and bloated clothes!
Red ropes strung with copper coins and charms were densely packed, instantly turning the surrounding courtyard into a dragnet.
Immediately afterwards, blood began to ooze from the red rope.
Faintly, a shrill cry could be heard in my ears.
"Master, please, let me see my child again!"
"How can you be so disrespectful of human life!"
"How can my child be used as a sacrificial animal?"
"Master, I will give you back the silver, three times! No! I will give it back ten times! Please give me back your daughter!"
The sound was shrill and shrill, as if it was the resentment of the group of tenant farmers who signed the contract out of ignorance.
Liang Jiunan and Yu Langya were the first to bear the brunt. Under such resentment, they couldn't help but have a splitting headache, and even their vision began to spin.
"This is... a way to directly attack the soul!" Yu Langya said with difficulty: "So, this Immortal in the Urn not only uses baby girls as sacrifices, I'm afraid those tenant farmers also..."
Liang Jiunan also had a terrible headache. He roared in an instant, and thunder exploded all over his body, shooting straight into the sky.
"Hiss!"
At the same time that the red ropes were broken, the resentment of the tenant farmers also suddenly stopped.
Liang Jiunan stepped on the body of the awakening lion and jumped into the air.
In an instant, the thunder light gathered into wings and struck hard at the head of the Immortal in the Urn!
Upon seeing this, Yulangya's body was filled with precious light, and he also charged forward!
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The infant ghosts flew out one by one under the fusion impact of the demon-killing thunder light and the lion-awakening light.
Even those infant ghosts who had reached the eighth level showed a hint of fear amid such a momentum.
Wherever it passed, there was a sound of burning teeth, forcing the infant ghost to retreat instinctively.
"Boom!"
The lightning struck the Immortal in the Urn in an instant!
However, what shocked Liang Jiunan was that the lightning could not harm him at all!
The body of the Immortal in the Urn trembled and stiffened again, and then he turned his head and chuckled at Liang Jiunan.
From its seven orifices, blood mist spurted out and filled the surrounding area.
Liang Jiunan was the first to bear the brunt, his face and arms were quickly corroded, and he grimaced in pain!
"Huh? This blood mist is the condensed resentment, which can rot human flesh and blood! Nine difficulties, retreat!" Jade Langya did not retreat but advanced, and the black lion's body instantly turned into dazzling gold: "Three-color lion dance, golden lion suppresses evil! "
The golden light was as bright as the blazing sun, and the moment the blood mist touched it, it was like encountering a natural enemy.
The Immortal in the Urn seemed to be affected by the golden light, and his body suddenly stagnated, and even the baby ghost who controlled it showed a confused look.
Just when the two of them were confused, they heard a faint sound of sobbing:
"Who can help me……"
"I don't want this..."
"Please, no matter who you are, please let me free..."
"This man is neither a human nor a ghost. I've had enough..."
He begged, and his voice was 70% similar to Yang Yun's.
Liang Jiunan's eyebrows moved: "Sister Langya, Yang Lian's consciousness seems to still exist. I want to give it a try. You can cover it for me!"
Yu Langya seemed to have guessed something, and his expression changed:
"Nine difficulties, no!"
"Although strictly speaking, Yang Lian is dead!"
"But at this time, Yang Lian is already a monster like the Immortal in the Urn!"
"If she still has independent consciousness, if you use the secret method of spiritualism to explore her memory, there is a high probability that she will be counterattacked!"
"But this is not the way to go!" Liang Jiugan glanced at Mr. Yang and Mrs. Yang who were motionless next to him. He always felt that there was something weird about this matter, and he suddenly became distraught.
"Wenqu summons the soul!" Liang Jiunan pinched the spirit official's finger and focused on the eyebrows of the Immortal in the Urn.
In an instant, the center of the Urn Immortal's eyebrows seemed to be scorched by flames, making a corroding sound of teeth acid.
"Ahhhhhh!" The Immortal in the Urn screamed shrilly, and he instinctively wanted to get away, but Liang Jiunan's other hand squeezed his shoulder tightly.
Amidst the strong wind, Liang Jiunan's eyes gradually began to twist and turn black, and then... he came to an inexplicable place.
…
In front of me is a strange ancestral hall.
And in terms of scale, it was much more luxurious than Pei Ji, Pei Sima's mansion, and the Yang Family Villa.
At the same time, there were many red ropes hanging from the beams, and the copper coins strung on these red ropes jingled.
The most eye-catching thing is that a huge red cloth seems to be covering something on top of the memorial tablet in the ancestral hall.
From time to time, there is something like a head under the red cloth, shaking slightly from side to side.
Liang Jiunan's eyebrows jumped.
This layout... is somewhat similar to the ancestral hall of the Yang Family Villa!
"Da da da……"
Behind him, there was suddenly a burst of hasty footsteps.
Liang Jiu couldn't turn around and retreated to the side.
What caught her eye was Yang Lian in her wedding dress.
Next to him is Pei Ji, who is much younger.
Judging from their attire, this must be their wedding day.
Yang Lian looked confused: "Husband, why did you bring me to the ancestral hall on your wedding day?"
Pei Ji smiled and waved his hand: "Everyone in our Pei family who enters the house needs to pay homage to the ancestral hall. This is the rule."
Yang Lian nodded, not too surprised.
However, when she was about to kneel down, she was stopped by Pei Ji.
"Wait, madam, it's not time yet." Pei Ji's expression was a bit mysterious.
In front of me, two decrepit old men suddenly walked up. They happened to be an old man and an old woman.
Yang Lian seemed to think that these two people were clan elders. She was about to speak, but was stopped by Pei Ji.
"Shh, I have to worship them, but not now."
While Pei Ji was talking, he saw two old men, one on the left and one on the right, pulling a strap tremblingly.
In an instant, the red cloth on the ancestral hall was lifted.
A gust of wind blew out the candles in the ancestral hall in an instant, and broke the incense in the incense burner into two short and one long pieces.
Yang Lian trembled all over and took a few steps back with fear on her face.
But the door of the ancestral hall behind him closed with a bang.
Liang Jiunan also took a breath of cold air.
In front of me is an immortal in an urn!
However, it is slightly different from that of Yang Family Villa.
First of all, the urn of the Immortal in the Urn is more than twice the size. It is probably more than enough for three people to fit in it at the same time, let alone one person!
Secondly, the urn of the immortal in this urn is not the color of white bones, but is mottled black and gray.
Even...even in Yang Lian's memory, Liang Jiunan could smell a disgusting smell of corpse!
And this stink, even a lot of incense and candles, can't cover it up!
Only then did Liang Jiunan realize that it was no wonder that the ancestral hall of the Yang Family Villa had to burn incense and candles continuously for twelve hours. I am afraid...it was also for this reason.
I saw a pale-faced girl with bright rouge and gouache, sitting in the urn, showing her yellowed teeth, grinning, and shaking her head at Yang Lian and Pei Ji.
The weird old man and old woman were standing next to the Immortal in the Urn, one on the left and the other on the right, smiling so sadly.
Yang Lian subconsciously wanted to run, but was held back by Pei Ji.
At this moment, Pei Ji's loving smile carried a chilling feeling:
"Madam, don't be afraid, they are the immortals in the jar."
"She will protect us, make our family full of descendants, and make our men prosperous..."
