Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

"I thought about it." The female ghost smiled and raised her head, just in time to meet the first light of the sky, "Wang Dachui and his father, I don't want to kill them."

Ling Huang looked at the pile of straw in the corner in surprise, and sure enough, he saw the traces of someone digging inside.

"I'll go with you." The female ghost turned into a cloud of red smoke and flew towards the soul-suppressing mirror, "I can finally leave this hell on earth. Thank you, little brother."

Ling Huang looked at Li Yin again, "Can you... make others invisible to you?"

It's useless to ask, although Yin'er can fall into a dream, but it is not his entity.

There are many types of zombies, but none of them can hide their bodies.

Li Yin shook his head.Ling Huang sighed.

Pulling Li Yin and taking him back to the wooden house, the door was blown into a big hole, no, in fact, it was a house with brick and earth structure sandwiched between two wooden boards on the outside, Ling Huang rummaged through the house.

Get out a clean tracksuit set.

Make a gesture on Li Yin, the clothes are too small.

"Then can you make it smaller?" Ling Huang asked again.

"En." Li Yin nodded.

Whoosh, turned into a two or three-year-old child.

"Either it's that big." Ling Huang compared the height on the top of his head, and then put his hand down to touch Yin'er's head, "Or it's so small, can't it be about the same height as me?"

Yin'er shook his head.

There was no way, Ling Huang curled Yin'er's long hair, put on the peaked cap he found in his bag, and wrapped him in sportswear.

When packing the bag, Yin'er climbed in with the big backpack and squatted down.

Ling Huang chuckled happily, "It's very suitable to pretend to be you, just squat inside."

"Well, um." Yin'er nodded again, and took out the game console from nowhere.

"The living soul niche is that golden walnut." Ling Huang found a purse and opened it, "Put it in here."

"Hmm." Yin'er stretched out her little hand and threw the walnuts into her purse.

But after less than two seconds, Yin'er huddled into a ball in pain, "Mother, Yin'er...it hurts..."

Ling Huang grabbed the purse and went to hug Yin'er, when the purse touched Yin'er's skin, he gave a "hmm", "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He took the purse away, and he cried out for pain again.

Could it be that Yin'er's living soul is contained in the walnut, as long as the walnut is attached to Yin'er, even if the living soul is still there, there is no need to bear the pain of extinction?

Ling Huang stretched the red rope tied on the purse, hung it around Yin'er's neck, and tucked it into the innermost part of his clothes.

Yin'er's big eyes blinked, and he patted his purse through his clothes, "Okay, it doesn't hurt anymore, Yin'er, play."

"Let's play." Ling Huang pinched Yin'er's cheek lovingly.

Packing up and leaving the house, the remaining honest men and women of the village went out.

Panic, restlessness, fear and blank faces.

Ling Huang glanced over the group of people.

As a celestial master, he can exorcise ghosts and save wronged souls, but it is difficult to save a group of numb living people.

Accompanied by the sound of regular and uniform kowtow not far away, Ling Huang walked out of the village in the light of the rising sun.

On the path where the female ghost in red died, Ling Huang lit the three sticks of incense that he carried with him, and put them next to a small white flower on the side of the road.

The rugged mountain road can only be walked, but fortunately the weather is good.

The warm sun is shining but the cool breeze is blowing, which is very comfortable.

Walking and walking, I smelled a warm fragrance, and heard the sound of a greedy snake being killed in the bag.

But I didn't hear Yin'er say "died again".

Looking down at this little baby, I saw that he was not staring at the game console, but turned his face up, with pink flowers blooming in his dark pupils.

Looking up, Ling Huang smiled, "It's Albizia Julibrissin, isn't it beautiful?"