Chapter Eleven From now on, your name will be Qiqi
"Xiao Wanwan? What is it?" Jiang Chou frowned.
"Xiao Wanwan is not a thing, it is the book that admires the master the most in the world. As long as it is what the master wants, Xiao Wanwan has, Xiao Wanwan will squeeze out every drop of himself and give it all to the master...
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strange.
Jiang Chou thought that it was indeed a book read by demons, and it was indeed not a serious book.
But I don’t know where the demon woman went, so I will keep it for her first and return it to her next time we meet.
Thinking like this, Jiang Chou stuffed Wanjuan books into his arms and walked towards the broken mountain temple.
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Nothing happened next, and Jiang Chou arrived at Poshan Temple smoothly.
Under the empty night sky, one-third of a dilapidated mountain temple collapsed, lying on the hillside like a dying old man, waiting for death that might come at any time.
"Squeak"
Pushing open the wooden door, Jiang Chou stepped into the mountain temple.
Most of the walls of the mountain temple collapsed, which could not completely block the night wind. The weeds growing in the front yard almost reached Jiang Chou's knees, and spider webs were spread in front of the main hall. As Jiang Chou stepped in, spiders and insects fled one after another, and the sound in his ears
A rustle.
Jiang Chou held the mahogany sword in his hand and walked towards the main hall cautiously.
As soon as he sensed the ghost's aura, he was ready to swing his sword.
The dead infant ghost is probably only as powerful as Guhuo Bird!
At this time, thousands of books automatically flew out of his arms and hovered in front of him. The pages of the books glowed slightly with white light, revealing the writing.
"Don't worry, Master! Xiao Wanwan is here to protect you. Master, please move forward boldly!"
"Be careful, Master, there are broken pieces of pottery on your left foot. Don't damage your foot..."
"Hey, be careful of the spider web above your head, let Xiao Wanwan come and help you get rid of it! Huh, hoo, hoo..."
"Master, please go to the right...the land on the left is not worthy of being kissed by your shoes..."
Jiang Chou finally walked into the hall under the guidance of Wanjuanshu.
Although the distance is only four or five meters, the walk seems to be full of dangers.
Entering the hall, a hole as big as a human head was broken in the dilapidated roof. The moonlight shone in through the hole and fell right on the neck of the broken statue of the god in the hall.
The neck is empty!
The head of the statue has disappeared.
The altar table in front of the statue has already accumulated a thick layer of dust. The candlesticks are scattered, and the dust is floating gently in the air under the moonlight.
"Master, this statue is dead and has no divinity at all." Wan Juan Shu wrote.
Jiang Chou nodded slightly. It didn't take thousands of books to explain, but anyone could tell that the statue was dead.
Wang said that the dead infant ghost is in this mountain temple. The question is... where is it?
Jiang Chou looked around. Although it looked gloomy, there was surprisingly no ghost atmosphere here. It was just too quiet.
Moreover, the dead baby ghost is said to have a lot of resentment. No matter where it is hidden in the mountain temple, its resentment cannot be concealed.
Could it be...
Jiang Chou turned his attention to the headless statue again.
"Hidden in here?" he said to himself.
If it were hidden in the belly of the statue, it might be able to cover up the strong resentment.
"Master is so smart! Just when Xiao Wanwan wanted to remind the master, the master thought of it! He is indeed my master..."
As the book was being written, the pages were turning and making a "crackling" sound, as if they were applauding.
"Then... break it open."
Jiang Chou raised his mahogany sword and slashed vertically.
A very thin bright sword light appeared in the mountain temple, almost taking away the brilliance of the moon in an instant. Then, a crack was opened from the middle of the neck of the statue, and the whole thing collapsed!
"Woooooooooooo..."
The dark wind howled, and a shrill cry, whether it was laughter or tears, was heard instantly, and accompanied by strong resentment and ghostly aura, it rushed towards Jiang Chou's face.
Among the statues, a curled-up naked baby covered in blood was waving its short limbs ferociously, and its nails were as black and sharp as scales.
Dead baby ghost!
With such a strong ghost energy, if she is allowed to grow, the consequences will be disastrous!
Jiang Chou took hold of the sword and wanted to kill the dead infant ghost.
However, at this moment, a pure white light suddenly lit up between the dead infant ghost's brows.
This white light is completely opposite to ghost energy, full of gentleness and hope.
With the appearance of this white light, the violent expression of the dead baby ghost gradually calmed down, its limbs no longer waved wildly, and even the sharp nails were filled with black energy, gradually becoming white and soft.
It seems to be no different from an ordinary baby.
"Vitality?" Jiang Chou's eyes were slightly startled.
This dead infant ghost actually contains so much vitality in its body?
How can it be……
Jiang Chou thought of what Wang had done, and the trace of remorse and regret that flashed across her brows when she mentioned killing the baby, and suddenly understood.
"The lives of the seven babies that Wang took away turned out to be here."
Ten thousand volumes of books flew in front of Jiang Chou, and the handwriting on them changed rapidly.
"Master, the dead baby ghost in front of you was born by a Guhuo Bird with great perseverance. Combined with the resentment of the mother and son, the resentment has reached three times that of ordinary dead baby ghosts. It is an evil ghost among evil ghosts and should be punished.
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"But the Guhuo bird didn't want its children to become resentful ghosts, so it did not hesitate to kill seven babies and put the pure vitality of the seven babies into the dead infant ghost's body, giving the dead infant ghost a little hope of life...
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"If you raise a child with great perseverance and teach him, he may not be able to suppress three times the resentment with a trace of vitality and become a hero among ghosts, but it will be very difficult..."
"Whether he is killed or kept is up to the master to decide."
Jiang Chou was silent. Wanjuanshu's statement was consistent with his guess.
This dead baby ghost should be eradicated while it is still weak. Even if there is a ounce of life in her body, Gu Huoniao bought it at the cost of the lives of seven babies. This cannot be a reason not to kill her.
But... this dead baby ghost was technically killed by Liu Yuan, and the seven babies were killed by Wang, who is also dead.
She is, in the final analysis, just a victim.
Wang sealed her in the belly of the statue, and she never had the chance to harm anyone.
If he didn't have that vitality, Jiang Chou wouldn't consider this and just kill him with one sword.
But now she clearly has the slightest hope of living as a good ghost...
Even if it is difficult, should we kill it without explanation?
"That's it." Jiang Chou shook his head and made a decision.
With that said, he put away the mahogany sword and stepped forward to take the dead baby ghost into his arms.
"Be good or evil, this choice should be made by yourself."
He looked at the little girl in his arms who was covered in blood and was paler and stiffer than an ordinary baby, and said lightly: "But you are still young now, and your mother left your life and death in my hands before she died. In order not to betray her trust,
I'll help you make this choice, but only this time."
"When you grow up, you will probably face countless such choices, and then it will be up to you to decide."
"You made the right choice, hello to you, hello to me, hello to everyone."
"If you choose the wrong one, I will kill you again."
The little baby girl in her arms blinked.
Do I really have a choice?
Jiang Chou naturally didn't care about the little baby girl's silent resistance. He raised his head and looked at the moonlight that filtered through the hole, squinting and thinking for a moment.
He looked down at the baby girl and said: "Since your hope is obtained by seven lives... and the ghost is resurrected..."
"Then from now on, your name will be Qiqi."
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"What a name! As expected of my master, any name I can think of is so noble!"
"Qiqi...what a good name, like the bright moon in the sky, like the dripping morning dew..."
Ten thousand volumes of books were licked for a while.
"Snapped"
Jiang Chou slapped the cover of Wanjuan Book and knocked it to the ground, causing a cloud of dust.