Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

"boom"

There was an explosion.

The child in brocade clothes turned his head slowly with a stiff neck.

"despair"

"despair"

"despair"

Blood drips.

The entire arm of the Lord of Piyang Mansion was pierced by the wooden thorn, and the powerful air wave shattered the flesh and blood on his arm, causing it to fall off.

His entire arm had almost become a bloody skeleton, but he still tightly wrapped the wooden thorn of the wood spirit around his arm, letting the blood fall down the vine.

A stone pillar behind him was shattered into pieces by the powerful force, and countless dust spread in the air.

The man looked emaciated, and his overly wide sleeves were bulging.

Although he was clearly at the end of his strength and was doomed to die, it was as if a miraculous energy was injected into his body.

A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in the eyes of the child in brocade clothes, "Father...Father..."

His father cared about him.

The Lord of Piyang Mansion was staggering. The child in brocade clothes raised his hand to wipe away his almost dried tears and held his father's arms with both hands.

"It's okay, father, our family will be reunited soon."

"Don't you miss your mother all the time?"

"When we are all dead, our family can be reunited!"

His tone was crazy and there was a strange light in his eyes.

The Lord of Piyang Mansion's face changed, and he pushed the child in brocade clothes out heavily.

"wrong!"

"You...can't die."

"Ayun asked me to take care of you. You can't die."

"Even if you become a cripple or a beggar, you must -"

He spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and the words he said sounded like a vow.

"Alive."

The child in brocade clothes felt cold all over and stood there in disbelief.

His existence seems like a joke.

In his father's eyes, his life and death depended on a few words left by his mother.

In an instant, despair and collapse.

He cried and made a fuss, crying hysterically.

"It's my fault for being born."

"Can't I even die?"

The Lord of Piyang Prefecture turned a deaf ear to it.

This farce.

Mu Ling was confused.

Qi Wu Yue was amused by this.

He finally realized that the kid had given up on himself.

For him, beating and killing is of no use, like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

As the source of the child in brocade clothes' distorted temperament, the Lord of Piyang Mansion, his every move always makes the child in brocade clothes more collapsed.

The love and care he wanted could never be obtained until his death.

"I don't want it, I don't want it!" With tears streaming down his face, the child in brocade clothes shook his head desperately.

The Lord of Piyang Mansion bit his finger, and regardless of the boy's struggle, he squeezed out the last few drops of blood from his fingertips and drew a seal pattern on the boy's forehead.

The weak water belongs to him, and he can also bear the cause and effect of the mud spirit.

As the last stroke of the curse was written, countless golden lights poured out from the plaque of Piyang Prefecture and sank into the center of the eyebrows of the child in brocade clothes.

Qi Wu Yue, who was taking in everything, raised his eyebrows and quickly counted on his fingers.

When one’s cultivation reaches his level, he cannot avoid having to deal with the Way of Heaven.

If you want, it's not a problem to get a vague glimpse of it.

In the mortal world, cause and effect are the most important, and calculating the secrets of heaven is a hundred times easier than in the external world.

Perhaps he was very satisfied with the result he calculated. He pulled his lip, ignored the small movements of the Lord of Piyang Mansion, and lazily withdrew his gaze.

It's just a mess.

After doing all this, the Lord of Piyang Mansion staggered back a few steps and spoke to the child in brocade clothes as if he were a stranger.

"I will bear the sin of killing you committed, and all the merits of Piyang Prefecture for a hundred years will also belong to you."

"You and I are father and son, and we owe nothing to each other."

He was covered in blood, his face was as pale as paper, but he looked peaceful, as if he was finally liberated. He dug out the magic sword engraved with the words "Chao Yun" from the rubble, held it tightly in his arms, and muttered to himself in the void.

"Ayun, Ayun, I'm here to see you."

He held the magic sword in his arms, his expression infinitely gentle.

The light in his eyes dimmed little by little until it was shattered.

"Father--"

The child in brocade clothes cried bitterly.

Why! Why do you treat him like this!

He pulled the hand of the Lord of Piyang Mansion like a madman, trying to pull out the sword left by his mother.

The Piyang Mansion Lord's arms were like cast iron, and the child in brocade clothes could not shake them at all.

He roared angrily, his eyes fixed on a piece of broken iron on the ground.

The sharp blade left behind after a low-level spiritual sword broke.

The child in brocade clothes excitedly grasped the piece of iron, and a deep wound was cut on the palm of his hand.

He could not wait to raise the tip and attempt suicide.

The cold light flashed and it stood still.

At the last moment, he hastily threw away the piece of iron.

If a monk commits suicide, it means he is abandoned by God.

Break the cycle of reincarnation.

This can’t be done. This can’t be done.

He suddenly looked up and fixed his eyes on Mu Ling.

Then he rushed towards Mu Ling with a golden glow of merit, as if he had grabbed the last straw.

"Kill me, kill me!"

"Don't you want to avenge your child?"

Mu Ling was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his hand.

Seeing this, the child in brocade clothes became even more unscrupulous in his words, and was determined to provoke Mu Ling.

"Have you forgotten that little evil spirit? I killed it. And that little Yin ghost almost died in my hands, too."

"Let me tell you, your little bastard was tortured to death by Ruoshui."

"It kept calling out to you when it was in pain, but you couldn't see it and couldn't save it. It died like a poor insect, and I left it in the scorching sun—"

Mu Lingqi's whole body was shaking, and the resentment in his body seemed to become material. With a mournful cry, he urged the wooden vine as sharp as an arrow to pierce the head of the child in brocade clothes.

Qi Wu Yue's eyes were stern, "No."

He picked up the little Yin Ling with one hand and threw it towards the wood spirit, saying quickly, "Calm her down first."

Then he kicked the child in brocade clothes who was rushing towards him ten feet away.

With all the good deeds in my life, who would I want to implicate?

Xiao Lin cut off the attack of the wooden vine with a sword. The wooden spirit became extremely irritable and its breath became more and more chaotic.

Xiao Lin glanced at the little Yin Ling who was standing there at a loss, and quickly reminded her: "There is a spiritual smell on the mud, show it to her."

The little ghost quickly held up the thing in his hand to show her, and called out softly as if from another world: "Auntie Mu."

The mud on the faces of the villagers' children was the last bit of the little clay doll's body left. After being washed off the children, it was collected by the little Yin spirit.

Mu Ling squatted down and stared blankly at the spot of mud.

The fierce and heavy resentment on his body seemed to be blown away by the wind and gradually weakened.

The wood spirit remained silent.

After a long time, she raised her palm and gently rubbed the little Yin spirit's head.

The little Yin Ling's eyes were red.

During this time, the child in brocade clothes rushed towards Qi Wu Yue like a manic little beast, but was kicked further away by Xiao Lin and could not even get up.

Xiao Lin returned the frightened villagers and children to the woman and gave her some calming pills and a bone-strengthening pill.

Tranquilizing pills can calm a frightened child's mind.

Gu Gu Dan has the effects of setting bones, strengthening bones, and recovering from injuries, and can help the woman's husband recover from his leg injury.

The woman thanked him repeatedly and left with her child.

Qi Wu Yue raised his eyes and glanced at the blue-clothed disciple who was secretly looking around with a fake smile: "Hey, he's not dead?"