Raising the coffin to make a fortune [travel]

Zhuzhu looked at the mass of flesh and blood still writhing on the ground, she didn't have the slightest sense of fear that ordinary children would have about scary things.

"Don't you like skinning very much? I'll let you have a taste of it yourself."

With a smile on his face, he grabbed the neck of the skinless female corpse, dragged her onto the bed, and skillfully found a mechanism. After pressing it, the bed board slowly moved Separated to the two sides, it turned out that there was an empty mezzanine inside, on which lay a well-preserved human skin, wearing the beautiful mourning dress that the woman transformed into just now.

Zhuzhu stuffed the woman who had no ability to resist into the interlayer, activated the mechanism, and sealed up the blood corpse forever.

The two corpses exchanged towns.

Jin Wenling recalled a method that she used to know when she was in the inverted fight. If a person was torn apart by a car, cut in half, or showed his head to the public because of some crimes, after being buried separately, every part of him would turn into zongzi , constantly looking for his lost limbs and broken arms. To overcome this key point, he must find a way to find other corpses and assemble them into a complete human shape, so that Zongzi will no longer have the ability to pick up corpses. .

From their conversation, he seems to have some clues as to who Zhuzhu's real body is, but he really can't believe that this little boy with pink make-up and jade is that man, who makes him respect and fear, and who A man who loves to hate.

After Zhuzhu placed the Babu bed, she turned around slowly and looked at Jin Wenling calmly.

"Qi'er..." He called the name he used in that time and space, and no one had called him that way for many years.

Jin Wenling's body trembled uncontrollably, he instinctively turned his head to look at Wan Baylor, he was lying on the ground with his head tilted to one side, blood was still oozing from the corner of his mouth.

He supported his body with his hands, and moved back with difficulty. Zhuzhu was obviously dissatisfied with his respectful attitude. He raised his beautiful eyebrows, quickened his pace, walked to Jin Wenling and squatted down.

"Qi'er, didn't you trust me when you were young? Why..."

He reached out to touch Jin Wenling's face, but he subconsciously avoided it.

Zhuzhu's hand stopped in the air, he didn't move, just maintained the awkward posture, and laughed at himself.

"Tell me, did you kill Lin'er? You...he's just a child..."

In a trembling tone, Jin Wenling asked this question that had haunted him for two lifetimes. Although the hearsay and evidence all pointed to him, he still wanted to hear from him who caused the tragic death of his younger brother.

"Didn't I teach you, Qi'er, how can you allow others to sleep soundly next to the couch." Zhuzhu's expression was very cold, although his face was very young, it was full of maturity and confidence not commensurate with his age.

"you!"

Jin Wenling was completely crushed by the ruthless facts in front of him. The person he loved the most, the person who killed his dearest relatives, became his ultimate enemy. Who else could he trust and rely on?

His eyes flickered several times, and finally fixed on the meaning of anger.He stared at Zhuzhu from bottom to top, how did he get his body, why did he choose a boy who was about the same age as his younger brother to seize it?Why do you have to torture yourself so cruelly? Since you sent him here, can't you let him go?

When Jin Wenling was suppressing, he heard a rustling sound behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw Wan Baylor propped up his body with his hands on his chest, crawling in his direction precariously and with difficulty.

His shoulder blades were shattered, and he raised his arm with great effort to point at Zhuzhu: "You are not allowed, teach him to break!"

However, Zhuzhu didn't take Wan Baylor seriously at all. With a wave of his hand, his already broken body flew out like a kite with a broken string. The power of the ghost seal disappeared instantly, and Wan Baylor fell heavily to the ground. He groaned in pain.

Zhuzhu was not as gentle as he was with Jin Wenling. He walked a few steps and came to Wan Baylor's side. He squatted down and slapped him with a raised hand. His strength was not directly proportional to his thin body. Dewan Baylor spat out another mouthful of blood.

"You little bastard, regardless of dignity."

With the majesty of an elder in his tone, he reached out and attacked Yu Liangwan's broken breastbone.

"Teacher!"

Jin Wenling's suppressed voice came from behind, causing Zhuzhu's body to struggle and temporarily let go of Wan Baylor. He turned his head to look at Jin Wenling with a gentle smile on his face.

"Qi'er."

"Teacher, don't hurt him, I..." Jin Wenling said here, her eyes suddenly froze, and her whole body was aggressive, and two groups of civil servants and generals from ancient and modern times appeared behind him again, defending him with arrogance.

An indescribable emotion flashed in Zhuzhu's eyes, and he let out a slight sigh.

"My Qi'er has grown up."

He stood up and walked over. The souls of a group of courtiers who were still barking their teeth and claws, for some reason, saw him approaching Jin Wenling's body, but calmed down instead.

Immediately afterwards, an unbelievable picture of Jin Wenling appeared, Yuntai, Lingyan Pavilion, Qilin Pavilion... row after row bowed and saluted, and they saluted Zhuzhu to express their submission to him.

"See Wen Zhenggong."

Gongqing's ghosts let out admiration.

With no shame on her face, Zhuzhu returned the half salute, cupped her hands and said with a smile: "Jingwei Tiandi speaks Chinese, and the internal and external guests are obedient. The minister is the head of all officials, the sage has forgotten?"

"You..." Jin Wenling looked at the undead guarding him, those people were obviously pressured by Zhuzhu and did not intend to confront him head-on.

"The Holy Majesty doesn't remember that when he asked my name that day, he gave me a hall couplet saying: 'Outside the celestial staff of ten thousand torches and stars, and in front of the jade steps of the thousand officials.'"

In front of Qianguan Mingpei Yujie, Yutai is the name of Yu Taifu, Yujie, and the word Shengyan.

No wonder his pseudonym is Zhu Ji...Zhu Ji, why didn't I think of it.

Jin Wenling was a little disheartened. With a wave of his hand, all the loyal ministers and generals who were guarding him disappeared in smoke. He sighed and said, "Teacher, Liangwan is a descendant of the Yu family, please don't hurt him."

Zhuzhu restrained her serious expression a little, and said with a slight smile: "He is an important weapon in the country, how can I hurt him?" He walked slowly in front of Yu Liangwan, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, and pressed a little force on him. Press on the top of the breastbone.

Wan Baylor spat out a mouthful of purple blood, and his face turned slightly red.

"When he wakes up, please tell this little bastard, if he commits another crime, don't blame me for beating him up and telling him to return to his innocence."

Zhuzhu said lightly, but there was a gentle and elegant expression on his immature face. With a wave of his hand, the mirror demon fell into his hands, and he poured the mercury ball from above Su Hang's scalp, A miraculous scene appeared.

Suhang's body gradually filled up, as if flesh and blood grew out of the empty skin, and he became three-dimensional like an inflatable doll.

Immediately afterwards, Suhang...more precisely, the mirror demon...moved, his eyelids were no longer empty, but became very full, and suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were very clear, with a seemingly There is no smile, not at all like the boy who was a bit submissive.

Su Hang crawled up from the ground, and very consciously stood beside Zhuzhu, tilted his head to look at Jin Wenling, and smiled mischievously.

"Don't let the outside world know about this, Su Hang's shell has rewarded this little slave, so that he can help the Holy Majesty in the future." After Zhuzhu made arrangements, he came to Wan Baylor again, and he was a little sober at the moment , more or less heard the conversation between the two.

Hearing that this little boy was his ancestor, Wan Baylor felt aggrieved in his heart, and wished he could beat him up to avenge his Mimi. Now when he saw Zhuzhu walking over, the little fresh meat still had a smile on his face. With a mocking smile, he didn't care about the three cardinal principles and five permanent principles at the moment, spat a mouthful of blood on him and cursed: "I'll fuck you."

Zhuzhu's pupils shrank suddenly, and she raised her hand to press on Wan Baylor's celestial cap. The latter let out a scream, and a dazzling white light emanated from his body, causing everyone present to squint their eyes.

"Liangwan!"

Jin Wenling struggled to get up from the floor and rushed to Zhuzhu's side, who waved her hand and said, "Don't be afraid, it will only take a while."

He bypassed Jin Wenling and imprinted Wan Baylor's body heavily on the Babu bed.

There was only a shrill scream from inside the bed, followed by complete silence.

"Using the ghost seal can seal that lowly servant girl. The little beast in my family also needs to use this to release the karmic fire in his body. He is really useless. In the end, I, the palm seal officer, can use it." Zhuzhu said expressionlessly. explained.

"I'll be fine when I wake up in a while. I'll give you the mirror demon. Keep him and take care of him."

The little boy's expression was somewhat lonely.

did he love himAfter exhausting his own cultivation and sending him here, how did he come here in the following years? It seems that the rebellion subsided, and the woman was also brought down by him. Not only that, but she was buried in two parts , it seems that he must have obtained the power of the dynasty, so why did he come here, and what kind of feelings did he have for himself back then...

Looking at Zhuzhu's face, Jin Wenling had many questions in her heart, but she couldn't ask them.

The little boy smiled in relief, and his innocent and lovely expression returned to his face.

"Brother Wen Ling, I have helped you a lot this time. Do you want to think about it, and then date me when I grow up in a few years."

He glanced at Yu Liangwan who was still in a coma with a mocking smile.

"What's the point of following a silver pewter tip?"

As he spoke, he picked up the schoolbag that had just been placed on the ground and carried it on his shoulders, waved his hand at him, and walked out of the showroom door in a swaggering manner. By the time Jin Wenling reacted and chased him out, the little boy had long since disappeared. .