Otherworldly Merchant

I chirped in my heart and knew it was the spirits that came.

Now stab the yin and sun umbrella behind you and turn around. I didn't expect that thing to be sophisticated, backing off before I stabbed it, and then turning into a ghost with no legs.

“Ho Ho, stop it! ”

To be honest, I still have some admiration for this dedicated historical celebrity, not to mention that he did suffer quite pathetically, and that he was not a very fierce ghost, and I didn't want to hurt him in my heart.

Who knew it didn't appreciate it at all, made a yin-tested laugh, and sprayed a red mist at me with his mouth wide open. I was shocked to open the Yin parasol and quickly rotated, pushing the red mist back a little bit.

But in this case, I can only protect myself, I can't even get away to help the T-shirt man, as long as I move a little slowly, the gentle red fog will follow me. Most of all, I can't hurt it at all, go through a night's rest, the peace seems to be a lot!

My strength was getting smaller and slower, and I finally had to turn to defend myself as an offense, forcibly recite the Battle of the Heavenly Wolf, to make the Heavenly Wolf whip method.

As the Hokkaido Heavenly Wolf technique came into effect, the Heavenly Wolf's whip suddenly appeared with a layer of blood, sparkling with a biting cold light. I bit the teeth off to show all the strength to wield this whip. It was too late to react, and my face showed a little fear.

Seeing as this whip is about to succeed, I feel somewhat sorry for him. This whip is enough to make his soul fly away!

Unexpectedly, when the weasel flogged down, it didn't scream as I expected, not even a slightly painful look on its face.

“How is that possible? ”

I opened my mouth, looked incredibly calm, but was stunned to find myself beside a circle of grinning spirits!

It actually learned to split up, so that the most I had just struck was a shadow, and it didn't even hurt its hair. But I did everything I could, my legs softened, and my heart struck, and I sat on the floor in one place.

At this point, the smile appeared on his face, and then he opened his mouth again to throw a red mist at me.

A time of red fog came from all sides, but I no longer had the strength to wave the Wolf's whip. Just at this juncture, the T-shirt man rushed over, and the voice was empty, reciting a beautiful spell.

Then his long sword sheathed, and the eight sides of the Chinese sword emitted a sharp blue light.

“How dare you? Get down on your knees when you see Ben! ”

Jianxian Lu Dongbin's voice came out of the T-shirt man's mouth, I was relieved, and at the same time I was a little upset about Lu Dongbin. When I asked him before, he refused to come out, but when he got to the T-shirt man, he was on call, and it was not fair.

And then, when he heard Lu Dongbin's voice, he stunned unconsciously, and the red fog that flew towards me disappeared. Then all the gentle bodies disappeared, only the most primitive Yin spirits stood in front of me, look at me look at the T-shirt man again, the killer in the eyes disappeared, instead a confused face.

At this point, the old man's voice suddenly came from the cabin behind him: "Do what you have to do, this man is not a fairy at all, he is lying to you! ”

After the old man said this, his eyes instantly turned red, he bit his teeth and looked at the T-shirt man, then made a terrific cry, then split again, and this time the number of splits was twice as high as before, surrounding me and the T-shirt men group.

I stunned and reacted: Lu Dongbin was born in the Tang Dynasty. He lived in the Qin Dynasty and had never heard of him!

“Not on your own!” The T-shirt man snorted coldly, his body jumped like an offline arrow, the Eight Sided Han Sword spinning at an extremely fast speed, I haven't seen what's going on, and the Peaceful Split was smashed by numerous swords and flowers.

Whenever a sword flower flashes, I hear a soothing scream in my ear. At the end of the day, there was only one gentle figure left in front of him, and he looked at the T-shirt man with horror, and then turned into a red fog and fled to the cabin.

“Wanna run? ”

The T-shirt man threw an eight-faced Chinese sword out of the sky, only to see the sword flashing blue glow directly through the red shadow, and then the soothing shadow quickly dissipated like quicksand.

Meanwhile, in the cabin came Sunday's heartbreaking cry: “Dad, Dad...”

After resolving the Yin spirits, Lu Dongbin left without stopping for a moment. The T-shirt man slowly opened his eyes and went to the cabin for the first time. I followed him closely and walked into the room to find Sunday holding the old man and crying.

And the old man's mouth kept spitting blood out, his limbs twitching, his eyes dying.

When I heard Sunday's mouth keep calling the old man Dad, I suddenly understood why he looked abnormal after seeing the surveillance on Sunday.

Turns out his father didn't die at all, but hid in the dark looking for a chance to kill him!

But as a father, why bother to harm his own son? This is all really incredible.

After going through the old lady's affairs, Sunday became a filial son. Since he knew his father was going to hurt himself, he knelt down in front of me and the T-shirt man and begged us to save the old man.

I was touched by Sunday's filial piety and tried to save the old man, but I found that his soul had dissipated most of the time and could not be saved. I asked the T-shirt guy, what's going on?

Unexpectedly, the T-shirt man said coldly: "Do you think you can practise yourself in just one night? That is because the old man nourishes peace with his own soul, so when the soul is scattered, the old man also suffers backphage. ”

I didn't know what to say until I pulled Sunday off the ground.

The T-shirt man thought about squatting next to the old man and asked softly, “Can you tell me why you did this before you die? ”

“Cough...” the old man spit out a breath of blood and painstakingly questioned: “Boy, have you heard of Zhou's defense of the spirit? ”

“What, are you from the Zhou family? ”

After listening, the T-shirt man watched the old man's eyes filled with respect and slowly recited an ancient poem: "Zhou Shiling's south side, Qiandai Fengyun Mulberry, Ugly wife has no regrets for life, Nirvana Mountain water is peace. ”

The old man listened quietly to the T-shirt man finish the poem and then looked at Sunday, his lips twitched a few times to say what he wanted, but closed his eyes before he could say it.

“Dad!” cried the old man's body on Sunday.

I couldn't stand the atmosphere, pulling the T-shirt man outside the house and asking him who Zhou was and what the poem meant.

The T-shirt man told me that Zhou's wife was actually Hugh's wife, because she looked ugly, Hugh gave her up and remarried a beautiful woman. However, there was a wind and cloud, and instead of being awarded peace and dedication, the beautiful woman was cut off from her feet and abandoned peace.

Instead, the Zhou family, who had been suspended, had been attentively cared for and soaked in tears and tears. After his death, Zhou family kept him in front of the tombstone until the end of his life.

All Zhou's spirits have always been symbols of loyalty!

The T-shirt man sighed here and glanced at Sunday in the house: "In order to fulfill the wishes of his ancestors, the guardians of the generations were in front of him and the tomb. The old man is capable of manipulating the spirits of peace. He must be the tomb keeper of this generation. And why he wanted to hurt his son, I think only Sunday's mother knew..."

Indeed, when we went back to tell the old lady what had happened, the old lady stopped crying and shook. “Old man, you are so stupid, how can you let me live? ”

Turns out Sunday was not the old man's biological son, but the old lady was born after being raped by the villagers. When the old man came back from the army, he saw that he was born on Sunday, knowing that it was not his own flesh, but he loved his wife very much and had never broken a bit.

In private, he kept asking for information and finally learned that the groundhog had died of illness.

The old man, who had no place to vent his anger, had to point his spear at the bastard, but in order not to upset the old lady, he had come up with the idea of killing a monster.

It may be God's will that he painstakingly plotted for most of his life and declared bankruptcy with my presence.

But from the look of the old man before he died, he must have accepted the son.

If you trade his death for a filial heart on Sunday, it's a good place to die!