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The yin energy is at my feet.

I couldn't see anything in the dark, but Shen Xiaorong's consciousness was clearly conveyed to me.

Part of it was his memory: in a chaotic and noisy ancient room, a child was lying on the floor crying, his face was red and swollen from heat, and it had blistered and ulcerated. But no one cares about him. Another child on the bed was being held by a couple, and men and women who looked like servants were coming in and out, shouting loudly for a doctor or to comfort the child.

Shen Xiaorong was hugged and looked down at the boy lying on the ground.

"Hey, this is serious, will you have a serious illness?" The woman holding Shen Xiaorong said in a mocking tone.

Shen Xiaorong saw the annoyance and hesitation shown by the couple beside the bed.

At this time, Shen Xiaorong should have realized that something was wrong with the Shen family.

Shen Youkang's ghost is now riding on Shen Xiaorong, strangling his neck, and pressing his rotten skin against Shen Xiaorong's wrinkled face.

Shen Xiaorong's memory continues.

He sneaked out of the house and followed his parents. His parents also sneaked out to watch the fun.

The couple I met before asked people to drag Shen Youkang. Shen Youkang's face was sore and pus leaked, and he could not open his eyes. He was dragged into the woods, had a hemp rope wrapped around his neck, and was hung alive.

Shen Xiaorong's parents rushed out.

There was almost a scuffle between the two sides.

"Youkang, my aunt is here to save you!" Shen Xiaorong's mother shouted loudly.

The woman who was tearing her hair was panting and yelling: "Stop pretending to be a good person here! Don't you treat your son as a master!"

"Bah! I love my own son! Like you, you are thinking about Master Rong and hang your own son to death!"

Shen Youkang's calves kicked, and he didn't know if he heard the quarrel, but there was no movement soon.

"Dead! Already dead!" someone shouted.

Those who were quarreling and fighting immediately let go.

They panted, looked at each other, snorted, and prepared to leave.

Shen Xiaorong returned to the house first.

He staggered and felt a little at a loss.

At that time, he had already seen someone in the Shen family disguise their son as himself to defraud the family property. For this reason, he did not hesitate to give his son medicine to turn him from a healthy child into a sick child; he had also seen someone who was a sick child because he was a sick child. Being given special treatment developed a pampered and willful character. Now, he saw the fear that Shen's family had for him. They were afraid that the son they had treated lightly before would become Shen Xiaorong.

"Well..." Shen Xiaorong recalled the past and did not resist Shen Youkang's attack on him.

However, when he finished recalling, he raised his hand and hit Shen Youkang on the head with the crutch in his hand, and Shen Youkang disappeared.

Shen Xiaorong stood up and the lights in the factory area turned on.

Shen Youkang was standing not far away, unable to open his eyes, but seemed to be looking at Shen Xiaorong with sharp eyes.

The shouting outside became quieter.

Other figures appeared one after another behind Shen Youkang.

I observed for a while and found that these people all retained their death state. In fact, only a few people were strangled to death, and not many had bruises on their necks. Two of them had their heads cut off.

The hairs on my back stood up.

How many people from the Shen family have died in vain because of Shen Xiaorong's reincarnation?

Shen Xiaorong was leaning on a cane, and his clothes had changed slightly. His appearance is also constantly changing. The facial features have not changed, but the face looks like that of a boy for a while, and then becomes an old man for the next.

His eyes swept over the ghosts.

Memories came back to him one by one.

He clearly knows the cause of death of every ghost here.

My head aches. Just looking at these ghosts makes me uncomfortable, and seeing the memories of Shen Xiaorong makes me feel sick to my stomach.

That kind of twisted family blood relationship is even more unbearable than what Shen Mingyi or Shen Xiaorong experienced in their last reincarnation.

People in the Shen family have long been crazy about Shen Xiaorong.

In that era when superstition had not yet been eradicated, Shen Xiaorong's legend was more convincing. Unlike Xiao Ying, he would not believe "Master Rong" unless he saw solid evidence. In such an era, killing people was easier. This also led to their internal strife becoming more bloody.

These ghosts in front of me are the victims.

They hate Shen Xiaorong.

Shen Xiaorong suddenly stopped recalling and sighed.

"It's all my fault. It's all my fault..." He burst into tears suddenly, "I thought too simply. I thought that if I told everything, the whole family would work together and pay more attention to each other. Family love. The wealth I have accumulated can bring you a better life, not what you have now..."

Shen Xiaorong said it sincerely.

The ghosts were motionless.

Shen Xiaorong looked old now, threw away his crutches, and slowly knelt on the ground with his rickety body.

"Forgive me... Forgive me... Please rest in peace... Now, it is impossible for us to be reincarnated. Give up those people, just us, we are a family." Shen Xiaorong kowtowed, looked up at these ghosts, and revealed An expectant look in his eyes.

I can't see Shen Xiaorong's heart.

His memories have stopped, his emotions have stopped, and there is no emotional fluctuation.

This makes me a little confused.

Those ghosts became a little commotion because of Shen Xiaorong's words.

A baby girl lying on the ground made the first move, stretched out her little hand, and slowly crawled towards Shen Xiaorong.

Shen Xiaorong's body trembled with excitement, "Sister..."

This should be the twin baby girl who was thrown to death.

The baby girl crawled in front of Shen Xiaorong and stretched out her hand as if she wanted Shen Xiaorong to hold her.

Shen Xiaorong bent down tremblingly, hugged the baby girl's armpits, and lifted her up.

This scene looks like a grandfather holding his little granddaughter.

The two looked at each other.

Suddenly, the baby girl's face twisted ferociously.

Her body suddenly swelled.

The ghosts standing there disappeared and exploded out of the baby girl's body. They all had fierce faces and opened their mouths to pounce on Shen Xiaorong.

All the warmth on Shen Xiaorong's face disappeared, and with a flick of his hand, he slammed the baby girl to the ground.

The baby girl let out a loud scream.

Those ghosts were like a ball of flour, all scattered.

Shen Xiaorong grabbed the crutch he had just thrown on the ground and stamped it hard.

My eyes widened and I saw the baby girl's little body was punctured and blood was flowing out.

The disappeared ghosts squeezed out from the gaps in the baby girl's wounds, crying in pain.

They appear and disappear, over and over again.

As the baby girl's blood flowed out, their appearance became increasingly blurry.

The blood on the ground dyed Shen Xiaorong's feet red.

Shen Xiaorong coughed twice and suddenly said: "Young man, why don't you help me, an old man, this potential partner?"

I didn't move, just looked at Shen Xiaorong.

The baby girl was breathing slightly, but her eyes were still open.

"Shen Xiaorong... Shen Xiaorong... you don't have to die well... you don't have to die well..."

She made a strange sound, her voice sounded like a man and a woman, and she couldn't tell the difference between old and young.

As the words faded away, the baby girl's body shriveled up and disappeared together with the blood flowing out of her.

Shen Xiaorong breathed out, laughed, and turned to me: "Look, ghosts are not scary. As long as you are stronger than them, you can easily kill them. In comparison, humans are scary."

He grabbed the crutches, stood up, and looked at me steadily, "Just like you. I don't know what abilities you have. You must be able to kill me easily, right? You don't need to be afraid of me. Even if I can kill Your body and soul will become a more powerful ghost than me. So, the conditions I just offered are pretty good, right? I can find them for you."

I frowned, suddenly feeling a strange atmosphere.

Shen Xiaorong still had a friendly smile on his face. The smile was fixed on his face. His body turned into powder and disappeared in an instant.