The night is as dark as water, and the moon is as cold as a knife.
The deep night is like a huge monster swallowing up the world. The cold moon hanging high in the sky is the eyes of this monster, looking at everything in the world with tilted and violent eyes.
The palace of the city lord in Baima City is brightly lit.
One after another, the corpses of officers and soldiers are being cremated, and the raging flames are just like the anger in the chest of the Lord of White Horse City. The Lord of White Horse City is a bald middle-aged man in his fifties who is about 50 years old and wearing purple slippers that symbolize his noble status.
He was wearing a ground robe, his hands were gathered in the wide cuffs, and his face was gloomy, like a vulture that chooses people to eat.
No one dared to speak, they all silently dragged the corpses of the officers and soldiers on the official road to the square for cremation.
Only the raging fire made a "crackling" sound. This sudden and unreasonable disaster caused heavy losses to the entire Baima City. Many family members of officers and soldiers gathered in the square and did not dare to howl loudly, but only sobbed quietly.
A wretched old man holding a peacock feather fan, with a goatee and a staff attire came close to the city lord's ear and whispered a few words in a low voice. The city lord's gloomy face softened slightly, and he turned his head slightly and said: "He
What are the requirements."
"One hundred boys and girls under the age of thirteen." Goatee whispered.
The bald city lord pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and said: "Okay, but there is a condition. The city lord sees what he does with his own eyes. If it succeeds, the city lord will be treated as a distinguished guest, and there will be other rewards; if it fails, huh
.”
Having said this, the bald city lord's eyes became sharp, like swords blazing out, and its meaning was self-evident.
Soon, a strange man covered from head to toe in a black robe, with only two green eyes exposed, and holding a skull scepter, appeared in front of the bald city lord.
The weird man held a skull-headed scepter, looked around, smiled strangely, and said slowly in a hoarse and low voice: "On the day of ###, at the time of ###, he was wearing ominous clothes.
, died tragically, and had no place to be buried. His soul is still thinking about it and exists with hatred. It is wonderful, wonderful."
"City Lord, may I ask Ling Qianjin's date of birth?" The weirdo asked the bald City Lord in a voice like a poisonous snake spitting a letter.
"Give it to him." The bald city lord glanced at the weirdo indifferently, turned his face slightly and said to the goatee.
Goatee quickly took out a parchment roll from his sleeve and handed it to the weirdo.
The weirdo didn't reach out to take it. The parchment roll in Goatee's hand flew to the weirdo's face and unfolded it. Then it spontaneously ignited and dropped a small pile of ashes on the floor paved with bluestone.
The skeleton rod station in the strange man's hand is like inserting into tofu. The bottom of the skeleton scepter is more than one foot in the floor of the bluestone shop.
The virgin sacrifice still needs the hard work of the city lord."
"Bold." Goatee shouted, "The city lord is a rich man, how can he-"
Before the goatee finished speaking, the bald city lord stopped the words below the goatee with his eyes. He instantly pulled out the long and narrow scimitar hanging from his waist with his right hand, revealing his left hand hidden in the wide sleeves of his robe, preparing to cut a bloody mark on his wrist.
"City Lord, what I want is not ordinary blood, but my heart's blood. The so-called heart's blood is the blood flowing in the heart." The weird man's hoarse voice sounded again.
The bald City Lord's eyes twitched slightly, and he asked doubtfully: "Do you want me to break my belly and rip my heart out? Isn't that just exchanging one life for another?"
"No, no." The weirdo smiled and said, "I'd better come and get it myself."
After saying that, before the bald city lord and the goatee could react, the weirdo stretched out his withered palm and slapped the void. The bald city lord had no time to react and instantly fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The blood flowed out like a river flowing into the sea.
### Skull inhalation on skull scepter with skull in bluestone slab.
The guards on the left and right of the bald city lord unsheathed their swords and rushed over with spears in hand, pointing their swords and spearheads at this strange man.
"Back off."
The bald city lord with a pale face climbed up from the bluestone floor with difficulty, wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth with his wide sleeve robe, and looked at the strange man with an expressionless expression.
"yes."
The guards sheathed their swords and continued their duties.
"City Lord, are you okay?" Goatee looked worried as he patted the dust on the bald City Lord's robe.
"No problem." The bald city lord responded and continued: "Are the seven or forty-nine virgins ready?"
"The Immortal Master has already given instructions, and my subordinates are ready." Goatbeard turned around and waved to the commander of the Guards. At the same time, the Commander of the Guards nodded slightly, and then forty-nine Guardsmen pressed down on him.
Forty-nine virgins of various ages and shabbily dressed appeared in the square.
They are all children from poor families.
These children either looked at everything around them in a daze, or had indifferent expressions, or were trembling with fear, or were wailing and struggling to death.
"There is a Taoist method in the world of cultivation called 'seizing the body'. With the help of magic power, one can seize the soul and be reborn. Unfortunately, Ling Qianjin is not a Taoist. The Huangquan Guizong has a method that can restore the dead to life. Unfortunately, it has great disadvantages;
Not like a human being, not like a ghost like a ghost, the city lord, still want to return the daughter to the world?" A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the strange man's mouth hidden in the broad black robe, and he asked again.
"Disadvantages?" The bald City Lord's eyes twitched and he asked aloud: "Please let the immortal master explain it clearly."
"Jie Jie." The weirdo smiled again and said: "There are all kinds of wonders in the world. In the world of cultivation, in addition to human cultivators and demon cultivators, there are also corpse cultivators and ghost cultivators. Qian Jin's corpse has incomplete bones and is torn apart. I'm afraid it won't be able to become a corpse.
Only ghosts are left to practice cultivation. What the poor Taoist does is to turn his daughter into a life-killing ghost, commonly known as a fierce ghost. As for the disadvantage, he must eat a human heart or absorb Yang Qi every day to strengthen his body.
, If not, both body and soul will be destroyed and will not enter reincarnation.”
The bald city lord gasped and said in a deep voice: "Ask the immortal master to cast a spell."
"Since the city lord has made up his mind, I won't waste any more words." The weirdo sneered and sat cross-legged on the spot. His withered fingers quickly formed seals, his lips moved quickly, and a string of obscure spells was spat out at the weirdo.
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Everyone around him suddenly felt dizzy and depressed. Waves of cold wind came from nowhere, and their whole bodies were filled with chills. They gritted their teeth and shivered.
### The skull on the skull scepter in the bluestone slab opens and closes abruptly, as if it is following the actions of a weirdo and chanting a curse at the same time. Sometimes it laughs weirdly, and sometimes it screams like a ghost.
"rise."
The weirdo shouted loudly, and seven or forty-nine virgins born on the yin year, lunar month, and yin day all flew towards the weirdo's head in unison, forming a Yin-Yang Bagua array in the sky, slowly rotating, and as the sound of the weirdo's spell became louder and louder, they flew towards the weirdo's head.
With a loud voice, blood flowed out from the seven orifices of the seven or forty-nine virgins, and the blood was sucked in by the skulls that opened and closed.
Everyone was stunned.
The strange man chanted obscure and incomprehensible spells louder and louder, and the seventy-seven forty-nine virgins were gradually dyed into blood, and the entire Yin Yang Bagua array was also dyed into a blood array.
"The dream has lasted for thousands of years, what year is it today?" The weird man chanted the mantra at the highest level, suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a faint green light, and threw the skull scepter in the ### bluestone towards the Bagua Blood Array.
"boom."
The blood array exploded, and the forty-nine corpses of girls that had been sucked into mummies fell one after another. A naked and charming girl slowly walked out of the blood mist.
Waterfall-like green hair, delicate and flawless face, neck like a worm, high and straight breasts, hands like catkins, skin like gelatin, slender and white jade legs, and jade feet.
It was like a beautiful scroll that opened slowly, and out of the scroll emerged a peerless beauty who was not stained by the worldly things and was charming.
The bald city lord couldn't help but burst into tears. His goatee quickly threw out the red dress that the city lord's daughter liked the most. The peerless beauty stretched her jade arms across her body and put on the red dress without any fuss.
"Congratulations, Miss, on your new life." Goatee quickly lowered his head and sang loudly.
The strange man grinned slightly and took a step back. The bald and tearful city lord noticed the strange man's actions and was a little suspicious, and then he couldn't help but take a step back.
The peerless beauty smiled with an alluring smile, walked up to Goatee, and said softly, "Mr. Murong, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard, it's not hard. It's a humble duty to share the worries of the city lord and the lady." Goatee didn't realize at all that he was already standing in front of the bald city lord and the weirdo, not far away, only one step away.
"puff."
The smile of the peerless beauty remained the same, but with a hint of coldness. She raised her right hand suddenly and inserted it into Goatee's chest. With a gentle grab, she held Goatee's heart. Then she pulled hard, and a beating heart emerged.
Then it appeared in the hands of a peerless beauty.
This series of actions were all completed in the blink of an eye.
Goatee stared blankly at the beating heart in the hands of the peerless beauty. Then he looked slightly at his chest, and there was blood flowing out, staining his clothes. He looked at the peerless beauty without knowing why. Before he died, he had thoughts in his mind.
Full of doubts.
"Protect the city lord."
The commander of the guards quickly drew his sword and jumped in front of the city lord. The sword in his hand was trembling slightly, indicating the fear in the commander of the guards' heart.
"Qiang Qiang."
In an instant, the sounds of drawing swords could be heard one after another.
The atmosphere became tense.
The bald city lord stepped back quickly and hid in the crowd. Looking at such a strange and dehumanized daughter from a distance, he seemed hesitant and worried.
"Jie Jie."
The weirdo laughed strangely and said to the bald City Lord hiding in the crowd: "City Lord, the disadvantage is that the daughter must eat the human heart to replenish the yang energy."
The bald city lord was silent among the crowd.
As soon as the weirdo finished speaking, the peerless beauty dropped the heart in her hand into her mouth, chewed it with big mouthfuls, and swallowed it. Blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth. Her originally delicate and flawless face looked indescribably hideous and terrifying as she chewed.
He held his heart while looking at the guards around him.
The transformation from a peerless beauty to a fierce ghost in red is so sudden and terrifying.
The weird man took out a simple thread-bound book from the inside of the broad black robe in his arms and threw it towards the red-clothed ghost. The red-clothed ghost grabbed it and glanced at the ghostly four-character seal written vertically on the thread-bound book——
Yin Ming Gui Jue.
"After one month, Pindao will come and take back the hundred boys and girls that Pindao deserves."
The weirdo said with a hoarse voice and a strange smile: "The premise is that Baima City has not turned into a dead city."
"Jie Jie."
After saying that, the weirdo went deep into the bluestone floor from bottom to top until it was above his head and disappeared.
The bald middle-aged man is like waking up from a dream, only to regret it too late.
A moment later, ghosts crying and wolves howling again sounded in Baima City, screaming at the top of their lungs. It was not until the rising sun cast its first ray of light that the red-clothed ghost disappeared.