Why do you have to be forced to kill disciples as a teacher [Rebirth]

Turning around and fleeing into a narrow alley, Jiang Xiaoshu was still in shock, panting with one hand against the wall: [System, come out, I'll ask you something. ]

[What's up? ]

[Will the blood of that monster in my body have any effect on me? ] Jiang Xiaoshu recalled being surrounded by ghosts every night a few months ago, and forcibly watching the broken bones in his chest. He frowned and asked: [Is there any difference from ordinary people? ]

[Of course there is,] The system thought how could it be given to you in vain: [Your breath will change, making the lower demons mistakenly think that you are the same kind. ]

Jiang Xiaoshu narrowed his eyes slightly: [The same kind? ]

[Yes,] the system said: ['With the blood of our Yaozu, you are half a Yaozu', which is almost what it means. ]

Then the child who appeared in the wing room last night, and the wandering soul of Little Fang, probably mistook themselves for the same kind, and wanted to come to find Jiang Xiaoshu to "lively and lively".But judging from various circumstances, these pale and swollen children are inseparable from the deaths of the two concubines. They should be extremely dangerous evil spirits. How could they be low-level people who can't tell whether they are human or demon Little demon?

Jiang Xiaoshu was puzzled, thinking about it all the way, until he reached the corner of the east chamber, he happened to bump into the handyman who lived with him last night.

"What are you doing? In such a hurry," the handyman's body was as rough as a lump of iron, and Jiang Xiaoshu's forehead hurt when he touched it: "Hey, what are you holding?"

The handyman looked panic-stricken and was holding a handful of talisman papers in his hand. When he saw Jiang Xiaoshu, he hurriedly grabbed him: "Quick, burn these to ashes for me, and apply mixed water on my arm."

Jiang Xiaoshu poked his head curiously, leaned over to think about it, and asked, "What is this? Where did you get it?"

"I begged one of the disciples of the Master of the Seventh Sect." The handyman was sweating nervously, and kept urging Jiang Xiaoshu, "Don't ask, if you don't help me, I will be a dead man in a while!"

Jiang Xiaoshu took the talisman paper, found an open space not far away, burned it to ashes according to the handyman's instructions, mixed it into a paste, and smeared it on the small handprint on his arm.

"Here, you can tell me now, what are you tossing about."

The handyman heaved a long sigh of relief, stroked his chest and said, "This is a resentful corpse child. It appeared in our hometown before, and anyone who was scratched by it will rot and die."

"Resentful corpse child?" Jiang Xiaoshu noticed the word, felt that he had touched the crux of the problem, and hurriedly urged: "Be more specific."

"Just like its name, resentment corpse children are all conceived by resentment," the handyman smacked his lips, half exaggerated and half mysterious: "It is said that many of them were abused by their husbands and died during pregnancy When a woman dies with resentment and anger in her heart, the fetus that died prematurely in her womb will turn into a corpse, and when the resentment accumulates to a certain extent, it will break out of the body."

"Are you sure that anyone who is scratched by a corpse child will rot and die? Why do all the concubines in the palace seem to have been sucked into the flesh and blood and died?"

"How do I know why?" the handyman hiccupped carelessly, and said nonchalantly, "Maybe they didn't die because of corpse children. If I knew, I would be the sect master, hehe, every day..."

Jiang Xiaoshu gradually ignored the words after the handyman, and the voice of "people scratched by the corpse boy will rot and die" echoed in his head.

He slowly closed his eyes, frowning deeply, no, no, the corpse child must be related to the death of the concubine.It's just that their dead state is too bizarre, so Jiang Xiaoshu hasn't figured out the cause and effect.

Mrs. Picturesque who died three years ago, and many concubines who have been pregnant but not giving birth since three years ago;

Corpse children that rot and die, and the dead state with a deep belly;

I can't tell whether he is a low-level monster from a human or a demon, a vicious demon who can suck flesh and blood in full view...

The guard said: "Mrs. Ruhua committed suicide three days after entering the mansion", "The dead children are all conceived by resentment."

In everyone's subconscious mind, those concubines died because they were sucked flesh and blood, and the evil spirit was too cruel to be discovered.But is this really the case?

What if, if all the causes and effects are reversed, it is not the evil spirit that causes the death of the concubine, but the death of the concubine creates the birth of the evil spirit? !

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Xiaoshu suddenly had an extremely daring and bizarre conjecture in his mind, he held on to the handyman's shoulder, his heart almost jumped out of his chest: "Do you know what the female corpses look like after giving birth to corpse children? Could it be that they use their own bodies as nourishment when they give birth to corpse children?!"

The handyman was frightened by Jiang Xiaoshu's sudden excitement, and stammered, "No, I don't know, who do you think will pick up the coffin, right..."

Jiang Xiaoshu sighed bitterly, threw him away suddenly, turned around and ran out quickly.

Not long after he left the East Wing, he suddenly heard screams coming from the West Wing, but before he arrived, he met a servant who fled from the north in a panic on the way, holding Jiang Xiaoshu in his arms and crying, "Help, ghost!" !!!”

Panicked voices were everywhere, servants fled from everywhere, bumped into each other, and there was another scream of crying for father and mother.

It's over, it's too late.

Jiang Xiaoshu supported his knees with both hands, breathing hard on the spot out of breath, his mind was in a mess, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

No, no, the matter is not over yet. He closed his eyes in the turbulent environment and forced himself to calm down. If the previous guess was correct, then those concubines were not pregnant with children three years ago, but It was "resentment" that had doomed them to death today three years ago!

What is it that implanted resentment into their bodies, used flesh and blood as nourishment, treated living people as wengs, and specially raised these corpse children?

Jiang Xiaoshu squatted down with his head in pain, but suddenly, he stood up abruptly and ran towards the outside of the mansion, as if being led by an invisible force, Jiang Xiaoshu ran wildly, a thought kept swirling in his mind.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the street was peaceful and peaceful, and most people were taking a nap.He asked people all the way to find Mrs. Pictures' natal home, and he breathed a sigh of relief when the small brick house finally appeared in front of him.

Jiang Xiaoshu wiped the sweat off his forehead, and after a moment of hesitation, he walked forward.

However, every time he took a step, his heart beat faster. Under the warm winter sun, Jiang Xiaoshu was so cold that he shivered all over in an overly quiet afternoon.

He walked over slowly, but stopped suddenly when he was one step away from the wooden door, and it was difficult to move forward—in Jiang Xiaoshu's slightly narrowed pupils, a steady stream of dark red blood was reflected from the crack of the door, wet The loess that entered the ground...

Jiang Xiaoshu swallowed his saliva, carefully and apprehensively put his hand on the door panel, and with a "creak", the door opened.

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When I climb out of the pit, I will X me for three thousand in a few days!