Heavenly Thunder strikes me down, and I become a Disaster Demon Lord

The ghost doctor family is born with the ability to probe the memories of ghosts during their lifetime.

Many ghosts can't remember clearly what happened before or just after death. For them, they are usually either confused or in great pain.

Fang Mo is very familiar with this matter, he has done it [-] times without doing it hundreds of times.

He brought Dou'er into the house and gave him a cup of concoction that he had prepared earlier.

"What is this?" Dou'er took it, smelled it, and found it to be okay.

"Sleeping medicine." Fang Mo explained, "I want to explore your memory, you just need to sleep."

"Then when I wake up, will I know who the murderer is?" Dou'er looked at him with round eyes and asked.

Fang Mo said affirmatively, "Yes."

So Dou'er didn't say any more, and poured it down with his head raised.

The medicine took effect quickly, and Dou'er lay on the bed, drowsy.

Perhaps a little scared, he subconsciously grabbed Fang Mo's sleeve by the bedside.

"Don't be afraid, go to sleep." Fang Mo comforted, "The little fox will come back after waking up, let him accompany you to set off firecrackers."

Douer smiled lightly, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, closed his eyes, and slowly let go of his hands.

After confirming that the other party was asleep, Fang Mo raised his hand.

"Wait a minute." Lin Feng shouted.

"What?" Fang Mo looked up at him.

"Are you the only one who can see this memory?" Lin Feng asked, "Can you take me with you?"

Fang Mo thought for a while: "Indeed, only ghost doctors can do it, but..."

He thought for a while, and added: "But Liu Xu and I watched it together before, and they used the method of co-living."

Lin Feng was puzzled, and asked him: "What is 'shared housing'?"

"In layman's terms," ​​Fang Mo said expressionlessly, "it's the upper body of a ghost."

Lin Feng: "Oh."

That is helpless, and he is not a ghost.

However, Lin Feng imagined the scene of Liu Xu Shangmo's body and him watching the memory of the ghost next to him...

For some reason, my face felt a little hot.

According to Liu Xu's less serious temperament than Shi Chongyan, it must be on purpose.

After explaining to Lin Feng, Fang Mo put his hand on Dou'er's forehead and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in Douer's memory.

The sky overhead was gray and it was a cloudy day.

Fang Mo stood in an alley, the road and houses at the far end of the alley were somewhat blurred, and a dilapidated house directly opposite was the clearest thing in the whole picture.

Fang Mo only took one look, and recognized that this room looked familiar.

It was the home of Douer they saw that night.

After Fang Mo stood there for a while, the door of the room opened from the inside with a "bang", hitting the wall directly.

The scolding of the woman and the yelling of the child came out of my head all the time, and it was like a chicken and a dog jumping around.

"If I say no, I won't go!" Dou'er jumped out of the broom stick, "They don't want to see me, why should I go!"

"They don't want to see you, why would someone who didn't hit you first not want to see you?!" The woman chased after him with a broom, "Today, no matter what, you have to go to school for me!"

"If I don't go, I won't go!" Dou'er ran out of the house, then scattered in the alley, turned her head and stuck out her tongue at the woman.

The woman chased down an alley and couldn't catch up. She stood on her hips panting for breath, and shouted at the entrance of the alley: "Stinky boy! If you have the ability to run away, don't come back!"

Dou'er shouted from a distance: "If you don't return, you won't return! Slightly slightly!"

Fang Mo stood under the tree at the door, didn't move, and watched this drama that always happens in ordinary families with no expression.

I have seen these scenes so much that I don't even bother to sigh about the impermanence of fate.

If they knew that this was the last side of each other alive, they would never have ended up in such a quarrel.

It's a pity that money is hard to buy, I knew it earlier.

The scene in front of him quickly melted and changed, and when he turned his head, it was already the suburbs.

Douer kicked the small stones on the side of the road and walked past Fang Mo aimlessly.

After walking for a long time, we came to a mountain crossing. The stone bumped into a bump on the road and turned up the mountain. Douer didn't think much about it, and followed him up the mountain while kicking the stone.

"Everyone calls me poor, calls me fatherless..." Dou'er muttered, as if he was full of anger.

He kicked the stone violently and cursed into the air: "What's wrong with being poor? What's wrong with having no father? Have you eaten your rice?!"

"If you dare to scold me, you deserve to be beaten..." Dou'er cursed a few words, then spat viciously, "How dare you sue... Bah!"

Seeing Dou'er alive and alive, Fang Mo couldn't help but slightly curled his mouth when he heard him swearing.

However, the mountain road going up in front of me is probably the Luoxia Temple they mentioned.

The place where Douer finally died.

Fang Mo is only in memory, watching everything from the sidelines, unable to touch anyone or anything here.

Where Douer didn't have a deep impression or didn't pay attention, it was all blurred like a layer of fog.

Therefore, the world is terribly quiet. Walking on the mountain road, you can't even hear a bird's song.

It seemed like every inch of the ground was implying that it was a dead end.

With his hands in his pockets, Douer didn't know whether he was angry with his mother or someone from the school, and cursed all the way up the mountain.

He was young, and had never been allowed to walk so far alone before, and everything in the mountains was also strange to him.

Seemingly finally having had enough of scolding, Douer noticed her surroundings.

It was a place he didn't know, and he walked a bit off.

But newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, how could a cub who ran away from home in a fit of rage be afraid of such things.

Dou'er seemed to have discovered something new. He left the mountain path that the predecessors had stepped on, burrowed into the nearby bushes, and climbed up the mountain with hands and feet like a wild monkey.

If there is a jackal, tiger or leopard passing by, you can have a good meal if you just grab it.

Dou'er didn't meet jackals or tigers and leopards, and when he climbed halfway up the mountain, he had already turned into a half-clay figurine.

A wall appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

"Is there a house here?" Dou'er was puzzled. He was too short to climb to the top of the fence, but he could vaguely hear voices from inside.

Driven by curiosity, he circled the corner along the wall.

Turning around, he seemed to see the main entrance surrounded by a wall. Douer patted the plaster on his body, jumped down from the slope in twos and twos, ran to the main entrance with short legs, and looked up to read the words on the plaque.

"What, what... Temple?"

He couldn't read all the characters, but Fang Mo could see clearly.

Luoxia Temple.

There was no one at the door, and the open door seemed to invite you into the urn.

Douer looked left and right, and thought that no one would have seen him go in, so he had already come, so he naturally went in to have a look.

The threshold was a bit high for him, and he jumped with all his strength, jumping high and skinny.

Immediately afterwards, Douer frowned.

He smelled something strange.

It's like... when I went to the vegetable market with my mother to buy meat, the pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks and fish that were just killed.

Fang Mo also smelled it.

The smell of blood is more than a little bit.

The temple has two gates.

Dou'er was so upset that she felt strange, instead of turning her head and walking away, she walked to the second door and poked her head out.

With just one glance, he could see dripping blood dripping to the bottom of the threshold in front of him, converging into a stream in the gap.

He didn't understand what it was at first.

It wasn't until he stared straight at the blood-flowing river for a long while that he realized that he had grasped the threshold and fell to the ground at some point.

Something sharp scratched the ground, bringing a series of creepy rubbing sounds.

At the same time, another softer sound was also scraping the masonry floor, like something being dragged.

Prick, prick—ch——ch—

The light in front of Douer was completely blocked, and a figure looked down at him against the light.

The stranger under the faint cloud, in Dou'er's eyes, looks like an evil spirit that just crawled up from the ground.

The evil ghost held a sword in his hand, and one of the sounds just now was the sound of the sword tip slicing across the ground.

The other hand was holding a dead monk, just now there was another sound, he was holding the monk's body and moving on the ground.

The monk's face was covered with blood, his eyes were wide open, and his height was exactly the same as that of Dou'er who had fallen to the ground.

When Dou'er raised his head, his eyes were full of the eyes of this innocent soul who was looking for his life.

"Ah———————————————————————————————!" Dou'er let out a scream from the bottom of her throat, and stumbled back, "Death, death, death..."

Apart from screaming, I couldn't say a word, and I couldn't even complete the action of getting up, turning around and running.

The man who was dragging the monk seemed to have some headaches, and made a "tsk".

"Why is there a child?" He asked himself softly, let go of his hand, and threw the monk in his hand on the ground casually, sweeping the hem of the white clothes with a little blood stains across the threshold.

Dou'er was terrified. Seeing the blood-stained white boots and clothes approaching, she didn't even dare to lift her head.

It seemed that if he didn't look at that person, that person couldn't see him either.

"Little friend, is anyone coming with you?" Dou'er heard the person ask.

Dou'er shook so much that none of her fingers belonged to her, she closed her eyes and shook her head.

The man laughed, his voice was clear and pleasant.

"That's good." He heard the man say, "Killing one more person is always something bad."

When Douer heard this, he felt relieved.

Hearing what the other person said meant that he wanted to let go of himself?

He opened his eyes cautiously, and saw a pair of kindly smiling lips.

"It just so happened that you bumped into the door." The lips parted, "I don't need to look for someone else, so let me try you?"

After finishing speaking, the bloody hand was pressed on top of his head, Douer's eyes darkened, and he passed out.

Dou'er didn't dare to see this man's face clearly, but Fang Mo saw it when he glanced against the light at first.

Although he saw it, he didn't recognize it.

It's just that the style of clothes on this person is very familiar, like the unified standard of a certain sect of cultivating immortals.

What does it look like? Yushu is as graceful as an exiled fairy, and he looks like a dog.

Looking at the upper body, you can never see what kind of crazy things he is doing.

Unexpectedly, Douer is not dead yet.

It didn't seem long after waking up again. Dou'er was tied up in a corner, and when she opened her eyes vaguely, she saw the monks in the courtyard arranged in twos and threes very regularly.

It's like a sacrifice of some evil secret method.

The person standing in the center had obviously accomplished something, because those monks were all inhumane, just skinny skeletons that had been sucked dry.

The man heard the movement and turned his head to look over: "The kid is awake?"

It was too late for Douer to pretend to be dead.

The evil spirit walked towards him, just like before, and raised his hand to press on top of his head.

"Don't be afraid." The evil ghost coaxed softly, "It may be a little uncomfortable, but it will pass soon."

Dou'er couldn't move, exhausted all his strength, and couldn't lift his head.

He wanted to be vicious, but in the end he just let out a weak "Bah".

The man laughed.

Immediately afterwards, the excruciating pain of extinction pierced down from the top of his head.

The wailing seemed to come from another world sharply, and Dou'er's memory came to an abrupt end.

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