Immortal, save me!

Madam Bai was sitting on a chair with a cane, her wrinkled face, and her droopy eyes staring at Wu Tu with cloudy and calculating eyes.

At this time, all the young and strong children and grandchildren of the Bai family were gone, leaving only the daughter-in-law and two young great-grandchildren in the house. She rubbed the crutch in her hand with a loving smile on her face.

"I see that your injury has healed, but it's not easy for us to take care of you these days. We don't have enough to eat or wear, and we have to give you medicine and medical treatment. You have to leave tomorrow, but don't forget our kindness to you. .”

Wutu looked at her with a half-smile when he heard this. He was not surprised that she would say this. After all, he knew the character of this family from the day he met them. Judging from their proficiency, it was a small favor to repay. It's probably not the first time this happened.

If this family member dies, he can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people!

He looked at her with a dead look in his eyes, his hoarse voice rubbed people's eardrums, and said word by word: "Don't worry, I will never forget your kindness!"

Thinking of what was about to happen, Wutu couldn't help but get excited. The power he longed for was about to fill his body!

However, although it is convenient to use mortals to sacrifice, the effect is really limited. The Qi and blood of the cultivators are better. It seems that he has to find a way to capture some cultivators.

For example, the person who was rescued by that bastard of the Wu tribe had the best quality of energy and blood for him. Well, he was just like the person in the underground palace hundreds of years ago. Unfortunately, he didn't realize the beauty of it at the time. The person was saved, tsk tsk.

However, being able to meet someone with the same spiritual power as that person meant that there must be many such people in this place, but he just didn't find it.

Where are you hiding?

After thinking about it, Wutu glanced at Old Madam Bai with disgust, she is just a rotten old woman who is about to die, I will allow you to live for a moment longer!

Feeling that the formation was complete, Wutu turned around and walked out of the house, used his spiritual power to block the falling hailstones, and stood upright in the courtyard.

Not all formations need to be drawn in kind. Except for some special formations that require the use of media with certain characteristics, people with strong spiritual power in other formations can also directly use spiritual power to set up formations, and Wutu happens to He is a person with strong spiritual power.

He opened his hands and grasped them with five fingers. The fingers were pale and jagged like bones, and the knuckles were extremely sharp. He drew out the huge spiritual power and arranged the formation in the air.

The Bai family came back from outside. They could barely get to the door, but before they could get in, their bodies froze uncontrollably. They stared at Wutu with wide eyes and panic, shouting in panic: "What did you do?" ?! Why can’t we move!!”

"Help, it hurts! It hurts! My body is going flat!!!"

The whole village suddenly became noisy, and countless painful wails filled the entire village. The peaceful and quiet village suddenly became a purgatory on earth.

I saw that people who were originally full of skin were losing weight one by one, their skin was sunken, and their bones were broken. Some people who were weak in blood turned into mummy in an instant!

Due to the hail, most people returned home. The few villagers who passed by occasionally saw a peaceful village, just a little too quiet.

Wutu let go of himself and vigorously absorbed the blood energy rushing towards him.

Not enough, not enough! Too little! I want more! More!

Wu Tu's eyes were blood red, and the muscles under his robe were tense and swelling, and even cracks appeared along the lines of his skin. Soon, the color of Wu Tu's black cloak became darker, and a faint smell of blood floated in the air.

The formation was too big and the blood energy was too little for him to absorb. He was suffering a backlash!

hateful!

Wutu gritted his teeth and stopped. He leaned over and coughed out a few mouthfuls of black blood, feeling sluggish.

This won't work, he must find those who have pure spiritual power, find them, and use them for him!

Where is it?

Wu Tu stepped over the shriveled corpses of the Bai family at the door and walked in the direction where he met Le Zhi. He remembered that the boy came from the east, and the east...

After Wutu's death, Baijia Village became a dead village, with no living people but dead bones, exuding a strong aura of death.

……

Shiraishi suddenly woke up from his dream, his heart beating like a drum, and there was a dull pain in his chest.

what happened?

He held his heart and straightened up, and found that he had fallen asleep on the stone table in the courtyard. At this time, the position of the sun had already moved and was shining directly on him. His skin was burning and stinging, but he felt cold from the inside out, and even Feeling shuddering.

Trembling in the sun...

What happened?

He looked eastward unconsciously, feeling empty in his heart.

He saw his parents in his dream for the first time in a long time. He only had a vague impression, as if his father accidentally saw a poem and happily read it to his mother. The two of them cuddled together, holding the baby in their arms, smiling happily. .

That baby, it's him.

And that poem also felt familiar to him.

Which song is it? Which one is it?

He closed his eyes, stood up hurriedly and walked into the study. He pulled out the neat and tidy books on the bookshelf one by one and rummaged through them, making them messy for a while.

Where is it?

He searched the study to no avail and sat lonely among the books. He was completely lost and his mind was blank.

"Stone! Stone!"

Childish shouts came from the courtyard, and a small figure ran toward him unsteadily.

Yi Ren stood in front of Bai Shi and looked at him, holding his finger with her little hand and shaking it.

"stone?"

Bai Shi came back to his senses, looked up helplessly, stretched out his hands to hold Yi Ren in his arms and sat there, his head pressed against her soft hair.

"so rude."

Yiren let out a small "hum".

Small and soft, did his mother hold him like this when he was a child, coax him, and accompany him with his father?

His father is a scholar, and he likes the stories about talented scholars and beauties in books the most, but his mother is not a beauty, and his father is not a scholar either. A poor scholar paired with a homeless orphan girl, would he be able to say a few words when he is feeling tender and affectionate? An arty love poem to express the mutual affection between two people?

In a trance, he seemed to see his mother's mouth movements clearly: You are like a rock, I am like pampas grass, pampas grass is like silk, the rock has no transfer...

"Ms. sir, I like this poem. Why don't we name our child "Shi", the rock's stone? I hope our child will grow up to be a gentleman in the book, as strong as the rock..."

It turns out...that's actually the case.

After that, this poem was always on my lips and read over and over again, leaving a deep imprint on Shiraishi's young memory.

So, white stone, stone, stone of rock, this is the origin of his name!

Bai Shi's eyes were sore, and tears burst out of his eyes, unable to stop them. He raised his head, raised a hand to cover his eyes, and let the tears soak his sleeves.

Yiren's little hand touched the wet tears on his face, tilted her head and said: "Shi, I'm crying, I'm so embarrassed~"