debt repayment

Outside the crystal mirror, Yan Wen looked at Xiao Dao Tong who was about to be overwhelmed by layers of ghosts, and raised his forehead: "This Shen...Mr. Song really likes children. He actually raises so many."

The emperor in black was silent, wondering if he recalled something.

"Play with us, play with us..."

"come and play……"

Crying ghosts babbling and babbling, like a group of little milk dogs meeting new friends, lingering on Xiaodaotong.The remnant souls have no substance at all, and they press down densely, which actually makes Quan Ying feel a sense of suffocation all over her body.

After all, no matter how cute the voice is, it can be annoying to hear too much.

Quan Ying imitated the baby voice of a child, and said softly: "Then—what are you playing?"

His voice was full of anger and innocence, and the two people around him laughed and fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, those crying ghosts spoke sweetly, still muttering "Come and play with us".

Quan Ying tried a few more times, and found that they only said things like inviting people to play.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat, and asked, "Where's your mother?"

The ghosts are ignorant, they don't know what to ask, and they say "come and play" softly, trapped in their own world and unable to extricate themselves.

He originally thought that the crying ghosts were a barrier that Song Hui'an raised to stop the monks, but he never thought that they were actually unenlightened little ghosts, really no different from living ignorant children.

Seeing the huge gap in communication, Quan Ying had no choice but to silently recite the incantation, twirled the fingers of his right hand, and grabbed a little ghost. hand.

The little ghost wriggled its slippery tail, and Bai Shengsheng's childish face had two deep black tears, and he smiled happily: "Come and play, come and play!"

"Okay, let's have fun."

Quan Ying let out a long sigh, tapped the little ghost's forehead lightly with her fingertips, and checked the little ghost's memory.

The child died at the age of three, and he didn't even remember anything when he died, but looking at the toys inlaid with gold and jade in his memory, it can be seen that he must have been born in a noble family, and his food and clothing were all like royal specifications.

Because the juvenile memory is chaotic and chaotic, Quan Ying can only sort out the fragments related to eating and sleeping.

and the moment of death.

The noisy noise, the burning fire, the screaming nurse and the cavalry breaking through the door were the last sights that the kid saw before he was alive.

Quan Ying was shocked, and looked at the memories of several other little ghosts one after another. Among them, some died of illness, and some also died of fire and massacre.

Only then did he realize that the utensils used by these children, no matter in style or style, were all products of the late Changming Kingdom.

... These children are the last princes and grandchildren of the Changming Kingdom.

Quan Ying was almost frightened by this deduction. Song Hui'an was able to keep these little ghosts for thousands of years, and it took a lot of thought.According to Cangji, Song Hui'an has never left this ruins. Although he is a thousand-year-old ghost, he was born of resentment and was sealed away for many years and was unable to practice. Where did he get the energy to be distracted by these little ghosts?

Could it be because he is Shen Xingjian's reincarnation, so even being a ghost must be a bit more courageous than his peers?

But I heard Cang Ji suddenly say: "Cultivated by resentful spirits."

After Quan Ying heard this, her heart skipped a beat, she understood.

As we all know, ghosts are transformed from the unjustly dead, eat flesh and blood to fill their stomachs, swallow grievances to build their way, and live in Yin and Yang with their thoughts during life. If their thoughts are not broken, they will not return to reincarnation.Thousands of years ago, the successor of the Song dynasty slaughtered the imperial palace with blood and destroyed the seal of suppressing ghosts. Song Hui'an saw the light of day again, wandering in the palace, devouring the ghosts of the tragic dead, and was able to protect the scattered souls of these children.

Thinking of this, Quan Ying broke out in a cold sweat—the current Song Hui'an is no longer the state he remembered when he was Gang Huagui.

It's hard to serve.

He also heard about the casualties in the fall of the capital of Changming Kingdom in his later reincarnation. It is said that at that time, with the imperial palace as the center, there were many bones within a radius of a hundred miles, blood flowed into rivers, and countless resentful spirits. It is a rare feast.

He didn't dare to think about it at all, the current Song Hui'an is a ghost who sucked so much flesh and blood.

"You two lovers, I have a question," Quan Ying said with a dry smile, "If I make Song Hui'an anxious, this boy avatar can't beat him, so what can I do?"

"That's not the case," Yan Wen comforted, "It's just a thousand-year-old ghost. Dijun, you are a 10-year-old God, so be more confident."

Cang Ji added with a smile: "If you really can't beat it, the emperor will change to a clone."

Quan Ying cupped his fists to thank him: "Mr. Zang Ji has a good opinion."

There are often moderate jokes among bad friends, but he is rarely embarrassed.

Without him, judging from the current situation, this Taoist avatar may not be able to suppress Song Hui'an, who has been a ghost for thousands of years, by force.

Compared with his colleagues in the immortal class, Emperor Zhenming is neither literary nor martial, and he knows everything, but he is not the best.

Martial arts is by no means his strong point, he has never been ranked in the top [-] of Tiangong Wuting, and this is also faithfully reflected in the Taoist avatar based on his body.

Right now, Quan Ying can only comfort herself: Thousand-year-old ghosts are nothing to fear.A force value of one ten thousandth is enough.

……probably?

……probably?