Quickly wear this villain is too stable

Chapter 220 Chapter 218 Two lives in one life, Jinse Years (26)

Ning Ning nodded weakly: "I rested in the cave for a long time today before I could barely come back."

After all, Yun Luoyin gave birth to a child under restraint, and even Miao Yuan cleverly covered up the aura he brought before.

The nourishment she can give Ning Ning is really too little.

If it weren't for Miao Yuan's constant help, their master and servant would have suffered a lot.

"Xiao Luoluo shouldn't be affected, right?"

Ning Ning also knows that once the extreme yin physique is stimulated, he is afraid that disasters will follow one after another.

In the days to come, it will be even more difficult to think about peace.

Although the past ten years have been smooth and smooth for the boss, the future will be unpredictable.

"Go back to her arm to recuperate first, I will find a way." Miao Yuan said.

"Mr. Miao, there is a sudden phenomenon in that well, should we go and have a look?" Ning Ning was worried.

"I'll see it again."

Miao Yuan was dressed in white, staring at the mouth of the well indifferently, thinking: What is it that made Widow Wang do such a treacherous thing.

This feng shui layout is ruined...

At this time, Yun Luo also ran over panting, pressed his ribs, and pouted his mouth: "You don't wait for me, I'm running out of breath..."

As he spoke, he took out the potato chips on his back and stuffed them into his mouth.

Bian said: "I've heard and seen this well since I was a child, and it's been passed down miraculously. I didn't expect it to suddenly become like this."

"It wasn't sudden, it was planned."

Miao Yuan has seen it, the Feng Shui Bureau of Widow Wang's house has been destroyed by others.

Her son will die early, logically her son will die, but after two years.

But who is so devoid of conscience?
After Miao Yuan finished speaking, he took Yun Luo to Widow Wang's house.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw the disheveled Widow Wang fiddling with the shape of a jar.

Miao Yuan's heart was shocked—this is a funeral jar!

The so-called burial jar is specially used to hold the remains, which is the current urn.

The pot in Widow Wang's hand is very similar to the general pot.

The difference is that the general jar is for storing Buddhist beads and making decorations - the lid of this kind of jar is very similar to a general's hat, hence the name.

But what the widow Wang held in her hand was indeed a funeral jar.

Looking at the things drawn on the jar again, Miao Yuan frowned.

Just now, from the fragments, I could only see a person bending down and holding out something.

Seeing the whole picture now, it turned out to be a headless man holding his own head and respectfully giving it to the person in front of him.

Such things and shapes are indeed rare.

There are even totems that only appeared in some primitive tribes.

Yun Luo also looked at it: "What do you mean by that jar? Could it be that you came to see me?"

Miao Yuan said indifferently: "This is a living sacrifice."

That is to say, people are willing to sacrifice their own lives to the gods in charge of the local area-and the widow of the king is holding this kind of human sacrifice in her hands.

Therefore, this jar is an offering to some kind of god. Whoever takes it is tantamount to snatching something from the god and will suffer retribution.

No wonder widow Wang's family has been experiencing strange things recently.

Feelings are taking things that shouldn't be taken.

But this thing has always been secretive, how could it suddenly appear in Widow Wang's house.

And she just happened to lose her mind and destroy that array of eyes.

Miao Yuan stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."

Widow Wang stared at Miao Yuan with scarlet eyes, and laughed loudly: "I won't give it, this is my son, my son."

"She seems to be stimulated here." Yun Luo pointed to his head and said.

It's no wonder that a woman worked so hard to bring up her son, but in the end she ended up with this fate.

It's sad for anyone.

"She has a soul that was taken away by someone."

"Missing a soul?" Yun Luo asked curiously.

Miao Yuan nodded: "The three souls and seven souls of a person are indispensable."

As Miao Yuan waved his sleeve, the pot fell from Widow Wang's hand to his.

Yun Luo also leaned over to take a closer look at the person receiving the enshrinement. The thing that received the head didn't look like a human, but it looked like a toad spirit.

It looked like it had limbs, but it limply lay on the ground, as if it couldn't stand up at all. What's more, that thing even had a tail.

Ning Ning frowned: "Looks like the snake man—is it this thing that made trouble this time?"

It is a very old legend. In the beginning of Pangu, snake people lived side by side with human beings. Later, in countless battles, snake people gradually disappeared.

Some people say that they have completely died out, while others say that there are only sporadic ones left in some dark corner, lingering on their last legs.

Unexpectedly, it could appear in such a way on such an occasion.

The person who gave the jar to the king's widow obviously did not come from the right way—orthodox gods, there is no cannibalism, even though they are snake people.

Could it be that he is also an out-and-out evil god?

Or is it directed at Yunluo?

Miao Yuan turned his head to look at the pitch-black main room of Widow Wang's house, and thought he had to go in no matter what.

Although Widow Wang moved this thing, she must be greedy so that others can take advantage of it.

But this matter is related to Yunluo, Miao Yuan can't do it even if he wants to stand by and watch.

So he asked Yun Luo, is there a mirror?
Yun Luo An Luo Luo took out a small mirror from her pocket, as if everyone here knew that she loved beauty and always carried the mirror with her.

Seeing her reluctance, Miao Yuan smiled gently and said, "I'll pay you back after a while."

"This is a bronze mirror." Yun Luo handed it over.

"Well, everything Luoluo has is good."

After a while, he took photos of everything he could see and what he couldn't see in the back room.

nowhere to hide...

"It really is."

When Yun Luo heard it, he showed admiration without hiding it, and immediately stuffed the hawthorn sticks in his hand to Miao Yuan: "What could it be?"

"No matter what it is, it should not be a good thing."

"You are responsible for protecting Yunluo."

Miao Yuan gave Ning Ning instructions.

"Don't worry, I will protect the boss." Ning Ning said close to Yun Luo.

Here, she also felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

"You guys wait for me outside, don't wander around, I'm afraid you won't be hurt if you don't have eyes." Miao Yuan said.

"No, I also want to go in and have a look." Yun Luo said and went straight to Widow Wang's hall to listen.

Miao Yuan frowned, apparently he didn't want Yun Luo to enter.

But this girl has always been bold.

Widow Wang's house was originally small, but after this period of changes, the inside has changed beyond recognition.

Even the whole room exudes a sweet, greasy and disgusting smell.

"What smell? Why is it so bad?" Yun Luo asked, frowning.

"Boss, this is called the funeral smell. You can often smell it when you move the grave, but it's actually the corpse rotting, and the fat soaked in the soil in an unventilated place."

Ning Ning said, in fact, she used to face this kind of smell all day long in Luanfengang.

Then I got used to it.

Even get used to the smell.

Miao Yuan bent down and picked up a black tile on the ground.

"What is this?" Yun Luo leaned over.

"The thing left by the culprit." Miao Yuan said, instead of throwing it away, he put it away casually.

"You can't touch my things, that's my son, he said my son will come back, he will come back."

Widow Wang, who suddenly rushed in from the yard, used both hands and feet at Miao Yuan.

Miao Yuan waved his hand, and Widow Wang fainted lightly.

"Can you call a soul?" Yun Luo asked.

Miao Yuan looked down at Widow Wang on the ground and said, "Her soul is not lost, but captured."

"Caught?" Yun Luo asked curiously.

Who actually wants to kill them all...?
(End of this chapter)