After a fight, I used the Bagua mirror to shoot the bad-faced female ghost to death.
Along with a burst of black smoke, a wisp of white gas disappeared into the bracelet on my left wrist.
But the strange thing is that when the ghost of the bad-faced woman disappeared.
But scattered pieces of broken straw...
I don't quite understand what's going on.
It was a little different from the last time I assassinated the female ghost on the stone bridge.
But at the moment, I didn't think too much about it.
The matter is not over yet, there is still a little female ghost in the house with a rotten face whose tongue was cut open by me.
My eyes turned red and I turned my head sharply.
The little female ghost saw me staring at her with bloodshot eyes, and was so frightened that she stepped back again and again.
Only then did I really feel that ghosts were not as scary as I thought.
As long as you are more cruel than them, they will also be afraid and frightened.
The little female ghost originally looked ferocious, but suddenly she transformed into a chubby, pitiful little girl.
Trying to gain my sympathy:
"Big brother, big brother, don't, don't kill me..."
If it weren't for those dark eyes, she would look really cute.
But right now, I don't care if she's cute or not.
Being kind to these evil spirits is the greatest cruelty to oneself.
If I hadn't been ruthless or fierce, they would have eaten me long ago and made me a scapegoat.
I held the Bagua Mirror and the fox paw tightly, approaching step by step with great force:
"Tonight, you must die."
I spoke harshly and shined the Bagua mirror directly on the little female ghost's face.
The little female ghost tried to block it with her hands in horror, but her arm made a "sizzling" sound, and it continued to rot, with bursts of black smoke coming out.
"Big brother, big brother, please, please..."
As she spoke, her cute appearance kept changing.
Sometimes she looks like a chubby and cute little girl, and sometimes she looks like a face with a jagged mouth and a face full of rotten flesh.
I didn't say another word, I tightened my grip on the fox's paw and stabbed it.
The little female ghost was not very strong to begin with, and as she was injured one after another, she lost the ability to resist.
The fox's claws swooped down and hit her directly between the eyebrows.
The little female ghost's face was filled with fear, and her whole body began to tremble.
She stared at me with a pair of dark eyes, and said five words with some effort: Dad, come back soon...
Before she finished speaking, her body exploded.
A burst of black smoke dispersed, and pieces of broken straw fell on the ground.
Looking at the little female ghost that turned into black smoke and the broken straw scattered on the ground, I was a little confused.
What do the last few words she said mean?
If you kill your mother, will you still have a father?
Because her voice was hoarse, when she said these five words, her voice was also very low.
I don’t know if I heard it correctly, but it feels weird anyway.
But what’s more in my heart is comfort and relaxation.
It felt like all the strength in my body was exhausted.
Panting heavily, he sat down on the ground.
Looking at the Gui Shou Qian on his left wrist, it became darker again, and he showed a little smile.
I sat on the ground and rested for a minute or two, then stood up.
I glanced around and saw that besides the debris and broken straw on the floor, there were a lot of blood stains running down my arms.
Not wanting to stay long, he turned around and left the room, covering his wound.
When I arrived on the first floor, I found Master standing at the door waiting for me.
Seeing me coming out with my arms covered, he frowned slightly and said:
"injured?"
I nodded:
"Well, there was a cut on my arm, it's not a big problem."
The master took a fixed look and sighed:
"Xiao Qin, don't blame Master Xintie for letting you deal with the evil spirits of mother and son alone.
This road is not easy to walk.
Eating this bowl of rice means putting your head on your waist.
Not to mention that you need to steal the life of a ghost to survive.
If you don’t do this, it will be difficult for you to grow up!”
Although fighting the evil spirits of mother and child is very dangerous, I understand Master’s original intention:
"Master, I understand!
You've helped me enough.
Cultivation is personal, after all, you can’t protect me forever.”
After listening to what I said, Master breathed out:
"Just understand. Judging from the color of Gui Shou Qian, these two filthy things should have given you about twenty days of lamp oil.
In addition to the previous one, you don’t have to worry about the lights going out in the next few months.”
I glanced at the Gui Shou Qian on my wrist and smiled happily.
It is a worthwhile trade to trade one wound for more than twenty days of life.
After taking a breath, he raised the doubts in his heart:
"By the way, Master, when I killed two mother and son ghosts just now.
Besides turning into black smoke and scattering, why did they drop a lot of broken straw?
Is there anything said in this?"
Master just turned around to leave, but when he heard what I said, he turned around again.
Then he looked at me with a suspicious expression:
"Crushed straw? What crushed straw?"
Seeing Master's expression, I was very confused and told him about the broken straw that appeared after killing the mother and son ghost just now.
After listening to this, the master's face darkened:
"A ghost is just a wisp of air. It melts when it dies and disperses when it turns into smoke. How can broken straw appear?"
But I am very serious:
"Master, it's true, I just felt a little strange, so I asked you.
If you don’t believe it, go upstairs and have a look.”
The master looked solemn and waved his hand:
"Let's go up and have a look!"
After saying that, Master and I hurried upstairs again.
When he came to the room where the mother-child killer had been and saw broken straw on the floor, his expression became obviously gloomier.
He squatted directly on the ground, picked up some broken straw and held it in his hand to look at it.
Because the field of view was not very good, I was asked to turn on the flashlight on my mobile phone.
After the master carefully inspected it, he was a little horrified and said: