The old man rushed forward and wanted to pick up his son, but when he saw the cinnabar on his hand, his half-stretched hand suddenly froze in mid-air.
"It's over, it's all over!!"
The sea of fire surged in the distance, illuminating half of the sky. The villagers turned into torches one by one in the sea of fire, and the old man's face turned gray.
The tributes were gone, and Zhong Nan's hard-working soul seemed to be scattered again. All his years of hard work were in vain.
"Damn, you deserve it...ahem...this is all your retribution!!"
Li Bo stumbled over. His face was sallow and his eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the father and son on the ground. He wished he could pick up the bricks and slap these two bastards to death right now.
Even Zhang Hao on the side could not wait to pounce on them and take a few bites of them.
"retribution??"
The old man raised his head numbly and stared at Li Bo sideways: "What do you think is retribution??"
"You~~"
Li Bo was so frightened by the old man's fierce eyes, but he still said forcefully: "You built this ** and killed so many people. Now that you have fallen to this end, it is retribution!"
Hearing this, the old man's eyes were blank. He looked at the huge fire behind him and suddenly laughed in a daze: "Hahaha... So this is the retribution you said?"
As he spoke, the old man suddenly raised his head: "Thirty-eight years ago, our village encountered an insect plague that had not been seen for a hundred years, and the food harvest was cut off. The people in the village ran for their lives, died of hunger and thirst, and all the livestock died. I spent five
The ghost transportation technique stole food from the county town for them."
His eyes were shining brightly, as if he had returned to that day when he secretly handed food to the villagers.
That day, everyone smiled on their faces, white rice was sprinkled in the bucket, and everyone's face glowed with hope.
However, the old man suddenly changed his words and his voice became thin and sinister: "What happened? Within three months, people from the county suddenly came. Without saying a word, they arrested me and tortured me severely. I was imprisoned.
For three months, I was tortured so much that I was covered in wounds. You tell me, this is also retribution??"
"this……"
Li Bo was stunned by the question, but still said stubbornly: "It's always wrong to steal things."
The old man was not angry, but nodded calmly: "Yes, stealing is always wrong. I was beaten half to death in prison, and finally got the chance to escape. But when I returned to the village, you know what the result was.
What?"
"My wife died. I opened the door and my wife was lying on the bed. She was already smelly. There were dense flies crawling on her face. She was starving to death.
No one in the village was willing to give them a bite to eat.
I hurried to find my son and found him in the well. He was soaked to death and couldn't be fished out. He died miserably. He was a ghost who died violently. I wanted to save him, but I couldn't even save his soul.
Can't find all.
I don't blame the people in the village.
I went from house to house begging for hundreds of rice and hundreds of cloths. I just asked them to give my son a little kindness so that my son could be saved.
result……
I can't even knock on a door."
The old man's face could not tell whether he was sad or angry. His face was full of regret. He looked at Li Bo and asked, "Do you think this is retribution?"
Li Bo's chest gasped, and he could no longer speak this time.
Xu Tong picked up the bell on the ground and took out the bell spring he had removed from his pocket. In fact, this thing is easy to remove and easy to put on. There is an iron buckle inside, just click it in.
He walked up to the old man and handed the bell over: "If we help you, can you save him?"
"What??Brother Xu...what are you doing to save them???"
Li Bo's expression changed drastically and he was going crazy. He knew that Xu Tong was a lunatic, but why was he so crazy at this time?
"No way, who asked me to be a doctor!"
Xu Tong rubbed his shoulders and sighed helplessly.
"You help me?" The old man looked at Xu Tong suspiciously. He didn't believe that Xu Tong would be so kind. After all, his son almost killed them just now.
"Yes! Help you!"
He nodded seriously and put the bell in the old man's hand: "But the prerequisite is that you first free these wandering souls who are imprisoned by you."
Li Bo listened and suddenly realized, thinking: "Yes, their mission is not to eliminate violence and bring peace to the people, but to free all souls. How could I have forgotten this?"
Seeing that the old man was still hesitating, Xu Tong patted his shoulder, sat next to the old man and said: "I lost my parents when I was very young, and was locked in a small cage. There was an old man next to the cage. Every morning he woke up.
Every time he comes, he becomes a different person, sometimes he is a man, sometimes he is a woman, but he will say something to me every day, only with hope can there be a future."
He looked back at the old man: "Believe me, this will definitely not be your retribution."
Hearing that the old man's nerves seemed to be touched by something, he looked at the bell in his hand, and then at his son who was about to lose his mind. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll bet again."
The old man took a deep breath. At this point, he could only take risks.
"If you want to liberate these ghosts, just take this bell to the dead tree in the northwest corner and shake it three times, and they will be freed."
The old man pointed to the woods at the end of the village and said.
This matter was naturally left to Li Bo. Although Li Bo was injured, he would not refuse when he heard the news that the task could be completed. He was eager to complete the task and leave as soon as possible.
"Brother Xu, I'm going to go then, you..." Li Bo said holding the bell, but there was actually something he didn't say.
Xu Tong knew what Li Bo wanted to say, so he just waved his hand: "Then go ahead!"
Seeing that he was not going to follow him, Li Bo said nothing and walked out without looking back.
Just as he was about to walk out of the yard, the old man suddenly called him: "Bring a fire. There are their clothes in the hole of the tree. Remember to burn those clothes."
"oh oh!"
Li Bo was not a fool. When he heard this, he immediately understood that the old man still had a hand in his feelings. When he thought about it, Li Bo couldn't help but cursed in his heart: "Old thief." He nodded angrily,
Just turned around and left.
After Li Bo left, the old man asked him to take down an oil lamp from the beam in the kitchen. The oil lamp looked old, with half a wick standing inside, and not even a drop of lamp oil.
The old man took out the boxes filled with paper ingots from the house, took out a brazier, and put firewood on it.
After doing this, the old man sat on the ground with difficulty, looking extremely tired.
Xu Tong tore open the old man's clothes and simply found some gauze to help him bandage the wound. His knife did not hurt the vital part, but if the bleeding was not stopped early, the old man might not be able to survive for long.
"You took that book, right?" While the bandaging was taking place, the old man suddenly asked.
"Yes, here."
He did not deny it and took the book out of his arms to show it to the old man.
The old man didn't mean to beg for it, he just said: "This book has been passed down from generation to generation in the Eight Sects. It's a pity that our lineage will be extinct. If you like it, you can take it back and study it yourself. It can be regarded as my gift to you."
Your reward."
"Eight gates?" Xu Tong's eyes widened, as if he had learned an unknown world from the old man's mouth.
"One door scarf, two doors leather, three doors cai, four doors hanging, five doors flat, six doors group, seven doors tune, eight doors chatting, this is the eight doors, our family lineage is the seven doors, when we meet in the future
As an expert, you can also give me an explanation."
The old man said a lot in one breath, for example, in addition to their eight sects, there are also the watchmen in the lower realms, the matchmakers, etc., each of whom has a hidden side.
"When this matter is over, if you stay with us for a while, I will pass on what I have learned in my life to you, which can be regarded as an explanation to my ancestors."
He didn't reply when he heard the words, and nodded with a silly smile on his face. Seeing the eagerness in his eyes, the old man relaxed a lot of his worries.
While the two of them were talking, smoke was already rising in the woods at the head of the village.
At this time, a cold reminder sounded in their ears: [Main Mission 2: Rescue] has been completed.
[This scenario world task has been completed, participants can choose to continue staying or return to reality]
[If you need to continue to stay, the maximum time shall not exceed twenty-eight hours. If the stay time limit is reached, you will be forcibly returned to reality. 】
At the same time as the prompt sounded, the piglet's eyes suddenly froze, and soon he lost consciousness and fell to the ground, turning into a paper pig again.
Also disappearing at the same time was Zhang Hao's soulless body.
But Zhou Yu and the college student Wang Shaohui were lying together forever.
When he found that everyone was gone, Xu Tong couldn't help but lick his lips: "Tch, I'm really impatient."
"Get ready, time is tight, let's not waste time."
The old man rested for a while and regained his strength. When he looked at the smoke rising in the distance, he knew that Li Bo had burned the tree.
As for his bell, if it is lost, it is lost. Compared with his son, he does not care about throwing away the treasure passed down by his ancestors.
The old man walked to the paper pile, lit the brazier, picked up the oil lamp at the same time, walked to his son, and blew it gently. The wick of the oil lamp actually glowed with a little fluorescent light, and Zhong Nan's body was sucked into the oil lamp.
"Remember, no matter what you see later, don't panic, you must listen to me."
As the old man spoke, he carefully placed the oil lamp on the ground and took out two pieces of yellow paper from his arms. He gently rubbed the yellow paper on his hand a few times and pinched it with his fingers, and he easily pinched out two pieces of paper.
Here comes a little paper man.
Xu Tong, who was standing aside, couldn't help but secretly marvel at this craftsmanship.
"boom!"
After getting ready, the old man knelt on the ground with his legs crossed, fingers crossed with his hands, and muttered:
"Beimang knocks lightly on the gate of ghosts, sitting down to make the Yellow Spring cross the Nine Springs. Your Majesty Yama, the ten ghost kings, don't ask about bull heads and horse faces, don't bother civil and military judges, dare not ask Zhong Kui and Cui Yu, don't bother with silver hooks and iron ropes, just invite the seventh and eighth masters to come to my presence.
, ask about impermanence about impermanent things..."
As the words fell, a cool breeze came from nowhere and blew on their cheeks. This cool breeze was more biting than the cold wind, and it made people feel indescribably uncomfortable when it blew on their bodies.
A large amount of cold sweat was falling from the old man's forehead and down his chin. He didn't know whether he had lost too much blood or there was another reason. Xu Tong looked at his trembling hands and couldn't help but frown.
At this time, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and stared straight at the two paper figures standing up slowly on the ground.
"Quick, throw all the money in."
Seeing the two paper figures standing up on the ground, the old man quickly asked Xu Tong to throw all the paper ingots at hand into the brazier.
While kowtowing to the two paper figures, he said, "Please be kind to me and give my son a chance to survive."
As he said this, he kept kowtowing down. Every time he kowtowed, his head hit the stone on the ground with a banging sound. He kowtowed several times in a row, but the fire in the brazier became smaller and smaller.
Xu Tong took a closer look and found that the fire in the brazier was actually not too small, but it could not light the paper ingot he dropped at all.
Seeing this, the old man looked grim, and continued with a bitter face: "If the seventh master and the eighth master are willing to take pity on the little old man, the little old man will definitely be the two of you in the future. There will be constant incense every day, and the table will be like a banquet every year."
Unfortunately, no matter what he said, the two paper figures in front of him remained unmoved.
Just when the old man felt desperate, Xu Tong suddenly remembered something, took out two ghost notes from his arms and threw them into the brazier.
I just wanted to give it a try, but as soon as Ming Chao entered the brazier, it instantly burned to ashes with a "boom".
The two paper figures moved slightly. Although the movement was small, it gave the old man hope.
Seeing this, Xu Tong did not wait for the old man to speak, and continued to throw the money in his hand. He saw the fire in the brazier getting stronger and stronger, and the two paper figures finally slowly raised their hands and gently moved them forward.
The oil lamp in front of me actually produced kerosene. A wisp of sparks flickered on the wick for a few times, and the abandoned oil lamp was actually lit.
"Thank you to the seventh master and thank you to the eighth master. From now on, I will build a shrine for you two, worship them every day, and make offerings every year."
The old man hurriedly kowtowed in thanks, carefully put the two paper figures into the brazier, watched them disappear in the brazier, and then let out a long breath.
He whispered to Xu Tong aside: "This is a last resort. It's easy to ask the gods but hard to give them away. If it hadn't been for the few precious notes you just threw in, today would probably be the anniversary of my father's death."
As he spoke, he carefully held the oil lamp in his hand, with a smile on his face. Although all his previous efforts were in vain, his son was finally saved. If he had to start over again, he would definitely be able to find a way to send his son to be reincarnated in the underworld.
Just as he was thinking about it, Xu Tong suddenly leaned over and carefully took the oil lamp from his hand and looked at it carefully.
"Be careful, be careful!"
The old man didn't want to let go, but he couldn't hold him back and was about to lose his strength.
Xu Tong looked at the oil lamp in front of him, squinted his eyes, and tilted his head to look at the pale old man: "Old man, you see, I have said this, this is definitely not your retribution."
The old man still didn't understand what Xu Tong meant, so he nodded and was about to say something.
However, Xu Tong took a deep breath and blew hard at the oil lamp. The weak light was blown away by him, and even the lamp oil inside was sprinkled on the ground.
Seeing the disbelieving expression on the old man's face, he grinned: "Look, this is your retribution!"