The system takes the poor cub to find his father

After nightfall, the cool wind whistled in waves, and the leaves rustled in the wind. The dilapidated old villa stood quietly in the darkness.

The broken glass fragments by the window piled up in the corner, and the unobstructed wind penetrated the entire villa without hindrance.

The howling sound of the wind was low and deep, as if someone was crying quietly, which was particularly creepy in this quiet night.

"Master, do I really want to go in? It feels a bit scary here."

At the entrance of the villa, there was a dilapidated van parked. Two men in Taoist robes slowly walked out and stopped at the entrance of the villa.

One old and one young. The old Taoist had a long beard and a thin body. He wore a wide Taoist robe that rustled in the wind.

If you ignore his calculating eyes, under the moonlight, the old Taoist priest looks particularly sage-like.

The young Taoist priest hid timidly behind the old Taoist priest, holding a big jar in his arms.

Because of fear, his fingers holding the jar were clenched so tightly that they turned slightly white, and his knuckles showed white due to nervousness.

"What nonsense! Whether my treasure can be fully developed or not depends on today. Don't hold me back, little brat."

The old Taoist glared at the young Taoist with his sinister eyes, which were full of threats and warnings. The young Taoist was frightened and dared not say anything, and closed his mouth.

"Go quickly and put the jar in the designated location I told you before midnight." The old Taoist priest's voice was low and stern, leaving no room for doubt.

Under the pitch-black night, the dark villa not far away looked like a man-eating monster, with its bloody mouth wide open, waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.

At some point, a thick fog suddenly rose in the sky. The fog was like a layer of white gauze, covering the entire world and even the moon.

Under the threat of his master, the young Taoist priest trembled as he held the jar and walked towards the door of the villa, looking back every few steps.

His steps were heavy and slow, and every step required all his strength.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that there was a dark pair of eyes staring at him from the direction of the villa, which made him feel a chill on his back and his hair stood up unconsciously.

He held an oil lamp with a yellow paper talisman pasted on it, and the wick was covered by a layer of glass. The closer he got to the villa, the brighter the lamp became.

The tense little Taoist priest finally arrived at the door of the villa.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and pushed open the door of the villa in one go.

"Cough cough."

No one had lived there for a long time, and a lot of dust fell down when the door was opened.

The little Taoist priest remembered his master's words and did not look at it too much.

He walked up the stairs to the room at the corner of the second floor. His nervous breathing was particularly clear in the quiet villa.

The young Taoist priest closed his eyes and encouraged himself, holding the jar tightly in his arms.

As he approached the room on the second floor, the jar in his arms began to emit colder air.

When he arrived at the door of the designated room, a layer of frost had formed on the hands of the young Taoist priest.

"Hurry up, open the door and put the jar in"

Just as the young Taoist priest was hesitating, he heard the anxious and excited voice of the old Taoist priest in his ears, not allowing him to retreat.

Unlike the horrific scene imagined, this room is decorated very warmly.

There is a cute stuffed toy on the small bed. The bright colors of the toy form a sharp contrast with the dilapidated villa. This should be a child's room.

The little Taoist priest couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief that nothing strange appeared.

He quickly followed the old Taoist's instructions and carefully placed the jar that was almost freezing his hands under the bed.

The moon outside was originally obscured by thick fog, but the moment he placed the jar under the bed, the heavily obscured moonlight broke through the fog and shone directly on the jar that the young Taoist had just placed down.

The young Taoist's eyes widened instantly. He seemed to have seen some inexplicable lines around the jar, like some kind of formation.

At that moment, the moonlight poured down, and the little Taoist seemed to hear the whimpering sound of a child.

At the same time, the small jar that had just been put down was also shaking violently, as if something inside was struggling to get out.

The young Taoist rubbed his eyes and stopped to listen. It was either his illusion or the crying sound must have come from the jar.

The little Taoist priest could not help but step back in fear, fell to the ground with a thump, and screamed miserably.

"Master, Master, the thing in the jar seems to be crying, woooo"

The crunching sound of bones breaking and reassembling in the jar was creepy.

“Ouch, that hurts.”

The chilly wind brought the child's crying to the little Taoist's ears, and he smelled a faint odor of decay at the tip of his nose.

The skin exposed to the air instantly developed small bumps, and the little Taoist priest felt his teeth shivering. He kept mumbling:

"If you want to find someone, go find my master. I didn't harm you. He wanted to refine a puppet ghost child born on a yin day and yin time. You are the most suitable material he found. If you have any grievances, go find him! It's none of my business!"

The young Taoist collapsed to the ground, and he seemed to be surrounded by blood mist.

The little Taoist priest knew what was in the jar.

As the world's spiritual energy revived, ghost energy appeared. Many resentful spirits broke free from their shackles and came to the human world. The resentful spirits feed on human essence.

Ordinary people who are powerless are obviously no match for the vengeful spirits.

And with it appeared an exorcist who could deal with the evil spirits.

The vengeful spirits can be dispelled or refined. Some exorcists will recover some powerful vengeful spirits and refine them into puppets for their use.

Among them, the ghost child refined by the vengeful spirit is the most powerful.

The old Taoist priest accidentally obtained an ancient book which contained the method of refining the ghost boy.

The Guitong has great abilities, and the conditions for refining it are equally harsh.

The old Taoist priest searched for a long time but couldn't find the right material.

The vengeful spirit of the ghost child must have suffered great pain in his lifetime in order to generate strong resentment and condense into a spirit.

The best age for the material is 3 years old, and the birthday is also very demanding.

The old Taoist priest searched for a long time and finally found Ling Guo, who was about to be abandoned when he was born three years ago.

Ling Guo's mother died when he was just born, and the old lady of the Ling family couldn't bear the blow and died of a heart attack.

The head of the Ling family believed that Ling Guo was possessed by a vengeful spirit and carried evil spirits, which led to the death of two people in the Ling family at birth. As soon as he was born, he was thrown into a courtyard in the suburbs and thrown into the care of servants.

But they were afraid that Ling Guo's evil spirit would affect the fortune of the Ling family, so the head of the Ling family specially invited an old Taoist priest to exorcise Ling Guo.

When the old Taoist priest got Ling Guo's birth date, his pupils instantly dilated, and he was instantly overwhelmed by surprise and excitement.

His greedy eyes were directed at the dirty-faced child hiding at the corner of the stairs. The light that flashed in his eyes at that moment made the child crouching in the corner shrink his body.