As soon as the old woman finished speaking, the torch on the iron window suddenly went out.
Jiao Yulang's face suddenly flushed with redness, then turned bluish-white in the blink of an eye, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
Although this little kid has a rich family background, he has just started practicing spiritual practice. It is really beyond his power to save a persistent and resentful ghost like Wan'er.
Qi Jingzhi quickly reached over, supported the little baby who was already limp, and helped him sit down by the wall.
During this period, the white-haired old woman did not make any movement, she just stood quietly on the other side of the iron door, holding the obscure bloody lamp with both hands.
Qi Jingzhi straightened up and turned to look at the old woman inside the door. There was a hint of solemnity in his empty and ethereal voice: "If your heart is so bitter, why should you not let go?"
The old woman chuckled: "Wan'er still has to wait for dad to come back... He promised that he would not leave his precious daughter alone."
"Hmph! You have the body of a ghost, but you have already aged like this. I'm afraid your father must have died a long time ago."
"so what?"
The white-haired old woman's tone turned cold, full of resentment engraved in her bones: "It doesn't matter if you die, the body will decay, the soul will dissipate, but the spirit will not change. He will always be reincarnated, and he loves money so much, sooner or later he will Come back here!”
Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but be surprised. These things were not something a little girl could know.
But then I thought about it, since Wan'er's father knew how to make silver coins, he was probably not an ordinary person. Although Wan'er was young when he died, he had already begun to remember things, so he might not have had some subtle family knowledge.
Qi Jingzhi thought for a while and asked: "Even if there is such a thing as reincarnation, I don't know what year or month it is. Even if your father's reincarnation is standing in front of you, are you sure that you will recognize it?"
The white-haired old woman hesitated for a moment, then became angry and said: "Then I have to wait too!"
Qi Jingzhi slowly shook his head: "I don't know how many years have passed since the day of your death. This garden has changed owners several times and has been vacant for many years. It was just bought by a family. No one noticed it before. That’s it, now that the silver cellar has been exposed to the light of day, do you think it can still be saved?”
"Why can't I keep it? As long as Wan'er is here and this lamp is here, no one can come in!"
The old woman suddenly squeezed her face against the iron window, her eyes were like holes, and there were scars all over her face. She was indescribably ugly and terrifying: "Sister Bai has promised me that she will let the garden above go to waste forever. No one will dare to buy it anymore. If I buy it, I don’t dare to live there either!”
"Hmph, it seems that the Bai sister you are talking about is not a kind person!"
Qi Jingzhi stopped talking nonsense and stepped closer to the iron door. Unexpectedly, there was a bright sharp blade in his hand, and he stabbed it into the old woman's left eye!
The white-haired old woman immediately let out a sharp and piercing scream, subconsciously abandoned the bronze candlestick with both hands, reached out to draw the knife, and retreated quickly.
The bronze candlestick fell to the ground with a thud, but it still remained upright. The bloody flames on it swayed and then stabilized, continuing to burn silently.
The white-haired old woman, as a silver servant, has a core of silver odor, but her power is greatly reduced by the existence of the soul mask. The most difficult blood evil resentment has been used to light the lamp, which is when her body is the weakest. Unable to avoid the blade in time.
Qi Jing's attack was successful, how could he be willing to forgive?
He chased the old woman with his whole arm and stretched it into the iron window. At the same time, he ignited the gas and blood, and poured the power of washing wings into the sharp knife. The sharp tip of the knife was twisted hard in the eye hole of the white-haired old woman, and his mouth was heavy. He shouted: "Where is my brother?"
Before he finished speaking, a faint and joyful sound of swords suddenly sounded in the secret room of the corridor!
The white-haired old woman's head exploded, with dried flesh, blackened bones, and messy white hair flying everywhere, covering every corner of the darkroom of the silver cellar.
The headless body did not fall down, standing motionless in place.
The next moment, the bronze candlestick on the floor in the room suddenly glowed with blood, and a strong dark wind rose from the ground, swirling and whistling like a ghost crying.
At this moment, Jiao Yulang, who was half-dead and leaning against the wall to adjust his breath, struggled to stand up and said, "Brother is here!"
He staggered to Qi Jingzhi's side, snatched the torch from the Qi family brother's hand, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "The light continues, illuminating the Nine Netherworld. When you see this light, you should be liberated!"
The dazzling nine-color light illuminated the secret room and corridor like daylight, instantly suppressing the bloody light emitted by the bronze candlestick.
Unfortunately, this brilliance only lasted for a few breaths, before Jiao Yulang slumped down and his eyelids kept falling.
In a daze, the little boy saw the Qi family's brother tearing down the rusty iron door with three punches and two kicks.
Immediately afterwards, the light blue forehead of the Qi family brother suddenly burst into light, as if a bright clear light flew out from the center of his eyebrows, but the clear light was so dazzling that it was impossible to see what was in it.
"Brother is really unfathomable..."
This thought came to Jiao Yulang's mind, and he closed his eyes completely, feeling relieved and passed out.
At this moment, Qi Jingzhi no longer had time to take care of Jiao Yulang behind him.
The small bronze mirror, which he never said hello to before appearing, was plucked out of the air very roughly as soon as it flew out.
The young man holding the bronze mirror in his hand broke into the door and without hesitation pressed his palm against the bloody candlestick on the ground.
Silently, the blood flame disappeared and the candlestick disappeared, all swallowed up by the small bronze mirror.
Qi Jingzhi didn't care to take a closer look, and stabbed the headless corpse standing on the spot several times, followed by a flying kick with the blessing of the Whooping Crane Technique!
The white-haired old woman's headless body immediately flew backwards, knocking over the only small table in the darkroom, then hitting the iron shelf at the back with broken bones and tendons, and finally fell to the ground with a plop. It became a blurry mass of rotten meat.
"After being beaten like this, you can finally have some peace and quiet for a while, right? Even though they are both called ghosts, this silver ghost is made from corpses that were buried alive and combined with the smell of silver. It is much stronger than those condensed tiger minions. ”
Qi Jingzhi grunted and then had time to look at the small bronze mirror in his hand.
On the mirror was a candlestick burning with blood-colored flames. What was strange was that the person holding the candlestick tray was no longer the bronze monkey before, but a little girl covered in silver.
The little girl had her eyes closed, but there was a smile on her lips.
As usual, a string of small words condensed from the smoke appeared on the small bronze mirror: "Silver corpse, the stench of silver, combined with blood injustice, gathers to form evil, evil death flames, severe cold, bitter taste, slightly poisonous, leading to the netherworld." "
Qi Jingzhi suddenly turned his head and took a closer look at the headless corpse that looked like rotten flesh not far away. Seeing that there was no sign of recovery, he couldn't help but suddenly thought: "It turns out it's not a silver demon but a silver demon! It turns out that this candlestick It’s Wan’er’s true identity!”
The young man suddenly remembered something and stared at the little girl's smile in the mirror, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.
"Wan'er said that every night, her father would light the biggest and tallest candle beside her bed. He must have used the bronze monkey candlestick at that time... For the little girl, the memory of peace of mind and happiness is unparalleled. It is said to be unforgettable, even if it turns into a silver demon and then becomes a silver demon, countless years have passed, it is still buried in Wan'er's heart, and it will never be forgotten!"
"Perhaps, it is precisely because of this candlestick that Wan'er was not completely swallowed up by the smell of silver and hatred, and still retained some kind nature."
"It's a pity that the real Wan'er has died a long time ago. No matter how much the little girl looks like her, she is just a silver demon born from the corpse after she was infected by the smell of silver after her death..."
Silently, the small bronze mirror returned to Qi Jingzhi's eyebrows again, leaving a small silver candlestick in his hand.
Qi Jingzhi stared at the little silver girl holding the tray for a moment, then whispered: "Burn!"
As the words fell, a slightly illusory blood candle appeared on the candlestick tray, emitting a bright red flame like blood.
The blood flame was weak and as bright as a bean, and could only barely cover Qi Jingzhi.
The young man was illuminated by this blood light, and he never felt any warmth at all. He only felt cold to the bones and cold inside.
