Fast-wearing Inner Demon

In winter, it began to rain continuously, which is rare in the Western Regions.

Lu Xu followed a group of mages in Taoist robes, along the altar, and every time the mage finished reciting the incantation, rang the soul calling bell, and took a step, he opened his mouth and shouted: "He Jinfan! Go home!"

The cold rain hit his face and body, slowly soaking his gray Taoist robe and soaking his face. With his mournful cries, the atmosphere of the whole ceremony became more and more sad and lonely.

It takes about 3 steps to walk around the altar, which covers a thousand square meters, ten times, and he yelled more than 3 times. It's already too dumb.

After soaking his feet, Lu Xu lay down on the big bed in the reserved bedroom in the palace complex converted from the original Hetao Prince's Mansion, closed his eyes and continued to meditate in his heart: He Jinfan!go home quickly!

The sorcerer invited this time told him that as long as he yelled 100 million times, he would be able to summon the soul of his little nephew. Counting today, he had already yelled [-] million times.

According to the mage, the soul of the little nephew will at least meet him in his dream tonight. Lu Xu was afraid that his heart would be insincere, and when he closed his eyes, he recited silently in his heart over and over again.

He waited for a long time, but he still couldn't fall asleep. He didn't light any candles. He was afraid that the room would be darkened by the wandering soul, and it was so cold that it would make him shiver. The man opened his mouth and yelled hoarsely: "Xiaofan! Go home quickly! Foster father misses you so much!"

Suddenly there was a cry of a child from a distance, Lu Xu sat up immediately, but sat there, listening attentively, not daring to make any other noises, for fear that the cry would be silenced.

The ever-burning lamp on the long corridor outside the house reflected a small projection outside the window. The cry of the young child was a little closer, and he said faintly while crying: "Father, Xiaofan is so cold and hurts."

Like a leopard, Lu Xu jumped out of bed and opened the door in one second.

What I saw was deep disappointment. One of the group of Taoists was nestled under the window, using shadow puppets and ventriloquism to deceive him, and again!

The disappointed emperor was horrified by the deceived emperor. The entire Taoist temple was moved to the ground by the army, and all the Taoist priests inside were exiled.

However, Lu Xu still refused to give up, and continued to be keen on collecting various methods of invoking souls and resurrecting.

One day, I heard someone flatter me about the anecdote that the shaman of Jueguli once resurrected the king, and immediately led an army of 30 to break through the capital of Jueguli, and arrested all the royal family and shamans in Jueguli , Locked in the dungeon, killing one every day, until a great shaman who is almost over a hundred years old and has abdicated is forced to stand up and resurrect him.

The old shaman said that the deceased had been gone for a long time. Lu Xu had experimented with so many spiritual techniques, some of which were true, but none of them had any effect. I am afraid that the dead soul had already been reincarnated.

Therefore, it takes a hundred virgins and boys born with the same birth date as He Jinfan, and a hundred virgins who were born in the cloudy year, the moon, the moon, the sun, and the cloudy day for blood sacrifice, in order to recruit the living soul.One hundred men who are similar in appearance and body shape to He Jinfan, preferably with the same birthday, will also be prepared as containers, so that the living soul can parasitize smoothly.

If Lu Xu hadn't been an emperor, if Lu Xu hadn't been a murderous emperor with a strong reputation, such a condition would have been enough to make this matter go away.

However, Lu Xu is an uncompromising emperor in the Great Ding, so this absurd and cruel condition made it take Lu Xu only a month to complete the preparations, and the old shaman had no choice but to open the altar.

He asked Lu Xu for the deciduous teeth that He Jinfan lost when he changed his teeth, as well as his carefully preserved hair and clothes, and made all kinds of strange things. After counting the days, he let Lu Xu release the other prisoners. Hundreds of shamans from all over the world practice rituals together.

The group of shamans wore strange costumes that Han people found strange. They sang and danced in the new altar that was recently built temporarily by the old shaman, with totems painted on their faces smeared with blood. Totem poles were smashed on the altar.

Amidst the pounding sound, Lu Xu stood under the old shaman, with a satisfied smile on his face, and silently said: "Xiaofan! Come home! Xiaofan, hurry up!" go home!"

In fact, he doesn't really care much about it, and he doesn't really believe that he can succeed. He just has to do such a thing, because when he does such a thing, his heart will beat, he will have emotions, and he can look forward to it. , the future, the next second.

The old shaman had poems in the middle of the altar every year, singing and dancing. Lu Xu silently chanted under the altar until the old shaman cut the throats of the virgins and yin girls who were tied up in the middle of the altar, and the blood of the women was like a water column. It sprayed out, dyed the altar red, and landed on the magic circle.

The rest of the 99 priests below also started at the same time. After the sprayed blood completely filled the magic circle on the altar, the old shaman stabbed his own heart with a knife, and sprinkled the dark blood on the objects placed on the magic circle. When it was up, the entire magic circle suddenly lit up, emitting a faint red light. The red light was like fireworks in hell, illuminating the entire altar as if it were in an endless hell.

The light thoughts in Lu Xu's mouth stopped, and his eyes shone surprisingly brightly, staring at the sky above the altar without blinking.

The red light brightened for a while, then dimmed again. Before Lu Xu could get angry, the magic circle lit up again, turning into a slight silver light, and a transparent sound quietly appeared on the magic circle.

The man's hair was astonishingly short, and his face was also different from He Jinfan's cute and handsome face. It was extremely delicate like that of Danfengyan Liu Yemei, and his clothes were also strange. However, Lu Xu recognized it at a glance. This is his little fan. This is his The living soul of his little sail came back.

It's just that the ghost looked at him with flat eyes, not at all as agile as He Jinfan's. On the right arm exposed by rolling up a cuff, seven neat cut marks were drawn.

In the clothes and pants that were wet and stuck to his body, he could see blood stains, and it was obvious that he was going through something terrible when he was pulled here.

Lu Xu's heart suddenly ached. How could the child he held in his hand have such a miserable life after reincarnation? Who is it?Who is hurting his child?

He opened his hands and opened his mouth, wanting to hold the ghost in his arms, but because of his emotional excitement, he was nailed under the altar and couldn't move.

The shamans continued to chant mantras wildly, and the ghost was dragged down slowly, and floated towards the containers, with expressions of extreme pain on their faces. Obviously, this process was also a kind of harm to the ghost.

Lu Xu was reluctant, but even more reluctant to let his Xiaofan's soul leave. He forced himself to wait patiently for the ritual to be completed, and vowed that he would not let any of these shamans go!

Seeing that the ghost was about to enter the body of a container, suddenly there was a thunderbolt from the ghost's chest, and the ghost's body floated upwards. The group of shamans hurriedly began to chant spells and beat the totem pole wildly, as if there were two forces They were fighting for this ghost, and this ghost was caught in the middle, being torn apart, and even let out a faint muffled moan after another with the voice of the soul body.

Lu Xu watched until tears came down, he took two steps forward, then stopped again, struggling and hesitating fiercely.

The strength of the struggle at the other end increased, and the whole body of the ghost was surrounded by thunder, but the first two feet were entangled by the silver thread of the magic circle laid out by the shaman, and fell hard, and the muffled groan of the ghost quickly changed. It became a terrible and ferocious roar.

Lu Xu felt more and more painful when he heard it. He wanted to end but was reluctant, still struggling, wishing to plug his ears and cover his eyes.

Suddenly the ghost looked at him with eyes full of pain, opened its mouth, and silently asked him for help: "Father! Let me go! Please forgive me!"

let you go!Forgive you!Who will let me go?forgive me?help me?

Lu Xu's mind went blank. When he came back to his senses, he found that he had killed the old shaman and destroyed the magic circle. The ghost in mid-air had disappeared without leaving any traces, just like the silent ghost when he came. Like no interest.

The lofty emperor lay on the blood-stained altar, stretched out his hand and grasped it in the air, weeping bitterly without manner.

The author has something to say:

I feel a little sad after writing this episode, and I recovered after watching an episode of The Lonely Gourmet...