my magic sword system

"Son, son..." At this moment, Zhao Er's voice came from outside.

Hearing the sound, Mrs. Huang watched affectionately from the window: "Erlang is getting fat, hey, it's a pity I can't stay by my side to accompany him."

It can be seen that Huang's and Zhao Er's feelings are very deep, and Zhao Er's Xiao guessed that it was because of this that his mother and others didn't mention the things in this house. They were worried that mentioning Huang's mother and daughter would make Zhao Er sad. Bar.

"Father..." Zhao Lian also looked at Zhao Er from afar and called out, but Zhao Er couldn't hear the ghost's voice.

"I go first."

Zhao Erxiao crawled out: "Father, I'm here."

"You child, why did you get in?" Zhao Er frowned.

He knew that his former wife and daughter were buried in it, but he also knew that it was not clean. Originally, he could have found someone to wipe out the dirty things in the house, but he couldn't bear it. What if his wife was the one who was haunted? What should I do?
"When I was young, you never let me in, so I just took a look." Zhao Erxiao didn't mention Huang's and the others. Now that he is too young, even Zhao Er would not easily believe him.

"You child, I have told you several times that you can't enter here casually."

Zhao Er went to the window and looked in. Zhao Erxiao could see that Huang's mother and daughter were standing in front of Zhao Er at this moment, but Zhao Er couldn't see it at all.

"Father, those are just rumors, there is nothing dirty here." Zhao Erxiao changed the topic: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

"It's nothing, let me tell you, I'll go out with your mother, you stay at home and don't run around." Zhao Er said and closed the window.

"Why did you go out?"

"The butcher Zhang's son jumped over the wall, something happened!"

Before, Zhao Erxiao knew that Zhang Guoqiang had a first-level spirit root, had contacted him twice, and knew that he would die before he was ten years old.

Hearing it now, he quickly asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"There is no response anymore. Short-lived people are like this before they die. Many people have passed by. Your mother and I will also go to have a look. You are at home."

With that said, Zhao Er hurried out.

Zhao Erxiao also ran out, frowning.

'I'd like to see how the short-lived man died, so I can find a way to deal with it! '

Liu Gaoyang rolled his eyes, he should use a hammer, the frightened head lowering technique on your body has long been broken by the Killing Spirit Sword.

Zhao Erxiao looked around, the servants were busy, and the butler Li Bo was settling accounts at the counter, but no one paid attention to him.

After all, he is now six years old, has cognitive ability, and is usually well-behaved. No one has worried about him much.

Zhao Erxiao strode out, and instantly shuttled around the adults who were on their way to Zhang's house.

"The kid Zhang Guoqiang hasn't eaten for a day and a night. I'm afraid he won't live for a few days."

"Hey, short-lived people are like this before they die, and the evil spirits of the underworld are here to claim their lives."

Hearing what the people around him said, Zhao Erxiao sneered. According to his deduction, the deaths of these people had nothing to do with the underworld.

At this moment, the yard of Zhang Butcher's house was already full of people, and many people squeezed their heads and looked into the house.

Zhang Guoqiang was carried in the hall of the Zhang family, covered with a quilt, motionless, Gao Tianshi had already been invited over, and sat beside him.

"Tianshi, although my son Zhang Guoqiang has only one level of spiritual root, he is only nine years old now, this...how could it be so fast..."

Gao Tianshi didn't speak, just brushed his palm slightly across the wall's forehead, shook his head and said, "It's cold, according to my experience, your son's lifespan is today, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do."

"Ah!" Zhang Jiabao knelt directly, "Son, son..."

Although he already knew that his son would not live long, as a father, when this day really came, his heart still hurts immensely.

Zhang Guoqiang was too cold to speak because of the cold.

Gao Tianshi stood up and shouted to the outside: "Close the door, as soon as Shouyuan arrives, everyone will have their destiny."

After speaking, Gao Tianshi got up and left.

Zhang Jiabao wiped away his tears, and shouted to everyone outside the door: "Neighbors in the neighborhood, please take care of my son, but my son will die soon, everyone go back."

After speaking, he closed the door.

Generally speaking, at the moment of death, family members try to keep the surroundings quieter, just to avoid disturbing the dying person.

Some left, but most stayed.

Because the death method of short-lived people is different from that of normal people, people are driven by curiosity and want to take a look.

Zhao Erxiao was among the crowd at the moment, and saw his parents and Lin Changsheng's family talking quietly beside him from a distance.

He quietly squeezed in from the crowd, and there were many people lying on the side of the door. Fortunately, he was short and could see inside from the shortest place.

Inside the room, Zhang Guoshi suddenly trembled over the wall, and his whole body trembled violently.

Suddenly, stretched across the wall and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, motionless.

Only Zhang Jiabao and his wife were left by his side, but they didn't dare to approach him at this moment.

Zhao Erxiao frowned, because he noticed that the face that passed the wall became gradually distorted.

Zhang Jiabao and his wife couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and both of them turned their faces away.

The face stretched across the wall became more and more distorted. In the end, the moisture from the whole body seemed to be sucked dry, and the healthy bronze skin quickly shriveled up, and finally turned into a mummy without any moisture.

Zhang passed the wall and died in a miserable state!

"Dead dead..."

Some people who saw Zhang crossing the wall shouted slightly, and the people outside sighed and asked about the appearance of death.

"It's the same as before, it's all done." An old man shook his head and sighed.

Zhao Erxiao left here with a calm expression. As the protagonist of the former Wolf Warrior, he was not afraid of these dead people, but the way he died just now really shocked him.

A living person was sucked dry of blood and water in an instant. This is not because of the arrival of longevity, but...killed by some kind of magic or evil.

Someone is killing them, people with low spiritual roots.

In fact, the so-called low spiritual root is not a bad thing, but because the spiritual root is low, the progress of cultivation is faster.And behind the scenes, or the people in power, they are afraid that people with low spiritual roots will grow up, so they made these things like longevity, spiritual roots, etc., so that the world thinks that people with low spiritual roots will die. quick.

This world is probably controlled by some kind of evil thing!Zhao Erxiao, who frowned tightly, analyzed these contents.

"I have to prepare early, that evil thing will definitely attack me before I grow up." Zhao Erxiao, the little sword master who thought he had the aura of the protagonist, warned himself secretly.

In the following days, Zhao Erxiao practiced martial arts hard every day.

He found that if he trained without any rules, his internal strength would progress very slowly, but if he trained in a systematic way, especially using the Promise of Heaven and Earth—Yin to practice, then his internal strength would improve very quickly.

Those with high spiritual root ratings are not because they are very talented, but because the evil spirits are too lazy to deal with them.

They are the little trash!Such a person is a genius!
Another year and new year is here. On this night, every house is decorated with lights and festoons, which is very lively.