horror confession

"How about it, is this deal a good deal?" Jin Jinming smiled sadly and said to Sheng Shizhao: "Otherwise, Lu Jinghong will be out of his wits if I go down with the knife."

The Chixiao Sword is made of ancient black iron, and its sharpness can make the person under the sword die without blood.

The person who made it at the beginning was to prevent the ghost under the sword from taking revenge, so he specially chose Xuantie, which can directly absorb the three souls of the person who was killed.

This also made the ancient sword that sucked thousands of dead souls into a sword that countless emperors fought against each other.

Seeing the blood dripping from the tip of the knife, Sheng Shizhao took a deep breath, and the hand that was holding the jade bracelet couldn't stop trembling.

Seeing a trace of hesitation in Sheng Shizhao's eyes, Lu Jinghong was extremely anxious.He straightened his neck and said with a commanding tone, "Shi Zhao, you must not give him the jade bracelet! Otherwise, I will never forgive you."

After the words fell, Sheng Shizhao frowned and fell into a deep entanglement.

"My patience is very limited," Jin Jinming said with a loud laugh, "I'll give you another three seconds of hesitation. After the three beeps, Lu Jinghong's head will definitely fall to the ground!"

"three two....."

"and many more!"

Without waiting for the last number to come out, Sheng Shizhao hurriedly stopped him, threw the jadeite bracelet into Jin Jinming's hand without hesitation, and said word by word: "Here's the thing, let him go immediately!"

Jin Jinming was stunned for a moment, and laughed wildly while playing with the bracelet. The raging laughter echoed in the temple for a long time: "Sheng Shizhao, hundreds of years have passed, and you still haven't improved at all. A mere Chixiao sword can reach you To death. Without this bracelet, you are a useless skin!"

After speaking, Lu Jinghong was pushed into Sheng Shizhao's arms.

Suspicious and angry, Lu Jinghong raised his head and was about to ask questions, when Sheng Shizhao raised his hand and patted him on the head, and silently blinked at him. There was no trace of anxiety or panic on his face, as if there was something in his heart. He already had a countermeasure, so he didn't speak again.

As night fell, the entire Jinjia Village fell into an abyss that could not be seen.

Sheng Shizhao and his wife were tied up in the center of the courtyard outside the temple, surrounded by Zhizharen villagers at a distance of five meters, and the ground around them was covered with ancient spells painted densely with blood.

A while later, a paper-wrapped man who looked exactly like the little Internet celebrity found the other half of the Seven-Star Lantern from nowhere, and handed it to Jin Jinming, presumably to use the Seven-Star Lantern to complete the ritual of resurrecting the dead.

Jin Jinming couldn't wait to take it, holding the bracelet in his left hand and the lamp handle in his right, raising them both above his head.As the two got closer and closer, twelve emeralds emitted dazzling light in midair.

"I was trapped in that statue for hundreds of years, and today I finally have the chance to regain my human form! Hahaha, as the saying goes, mountains and rivers take turns. Sheng Shizhao, the grievances between us hundreds of years ago can finally be written off today!"

After the words fell, he kept murmuring incantations, and all the dense incantations on the ground lit up with a strange red light, as if they were about to engulf Sheng Shizhao and the two of them, and he felt the world spinning around in front of him, as if he had been hypnotized.

"Do you think you can write it off with this?" Sheng Shizhao sat on the spot as if motionless, and asked coldly: "Back then you used sorcery to kill nearly a hundred people in the whole city, even if you died a thousand times, the sum of money is still worthless." There is no way to settle the account!"

After speaking, his lips moved slightly, as if he was reciting some spell silently.

In the blink of an eye, the black air around Jin Jinming was sucked back into the seven-star lamp bit by bit, just like the scene of being taken back into the lamp by Bi Jie in the previous life.

"Why, why! Why do you know how to use the seven-star lamp to capture the soul, obviously only people from the royal family know this method..."

Before he finished speaking, all of Jin Jinming's soul had been sucked into the seven-star lamp, and the lamp handle was still shaking violently after hitting the ground. It seemed that Jin Jinming was still unwilling and wanted to break free from it.

Sheng Shizhao made a handprint with his bound hands, and instantly a flame burned the rope to ashes.

He picked up the shaking lamp handle, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth: "Bi Jie taught me just now."

Bi Jie in the previous life was Jin Jinming's nephew, so he naturally knew how to use the seven-star lamp to capture souls.When he passed back into the body of Bi Jie in his previous life just now, Sheng Shizhao had mastered this method in a short time.

"But why did you suddenly have synesthesia with Bi Jie?" After being untied, Lu Jinghong was a little puzzled: "Bi Jie has been dead for nearly a hundred years. Logically speaking, it must be through the relics left by the living. Synesthesia."

Sheng Shizhao shrugged: "I guess, maybe Bi Jie was buried nearby after his death, or the reincarnated Bi Jie is by our side."

Lu Jinghong blinked, lost in thought.

Then he picked up the Akasaka Sword that fell on the ground. When the sword was lifted and the knife fell, the national teacher who had stood in the center of the temple for a hundred years fell to the ground, turning into a pile of rubble and hitting the ground.

The flames from the spell burned all the Zhizha people in the village, and the lonely ghosts attached to it disappeared into the night with the spell of Sheng Shizhao and his wife.

A black car was speeding on the winding mountain road, and the dazzling yellow headlights tore a gap in the night.

Suddenly, there was a roar in the car, and the car slammed to a stop at the foot of the mountain.

"Trash, it's all trash! Even the Seven Star Lantern and Scarlet Firmament Sword were taken away by Sheng Shizhao!" Fei Yanchu covered his cheeks with his hands in pain, and an angry growl kept coming from his throat.

"At the beginning, I tried my best to get back the seven-star lamp, just to let my uncle out, and to borrow his hand to use the seven-star lamp to help me completely deal with Sheng Shizhao!"

"Why did Sheng Shizhao use the seven-star lamp to capture his soul? Is he fully awakened? Impossible, impossible!"

Within a moment, the skin on Fei Yanchu's palms had gradually shrunk, and the skin on the face exposed between the seams of his hands was more obviously wrinkled, as if he had aged a lot in an instant.

He covered his face with his hands, raised his neck and roared angrily: "You forced me, you are all pushing me, I want all of you to be buried with me!"

"Master..." Xue Tao's pupils shrank, and he sat in the driver's seat and looked around, as if he was looking for something.

It happened that a dazzling light pierced into the eyes from the end of the road, and a white van drove from far to near.

Xue Tao's eyes were narrowed into slits, and a cold light leaked from his eyes.

He quickly jumped out of the car, stood in the middle of the road and waved his hands vigorously, causing the van to stop.

Xue Tao pretended to be innocent, and shouted to the people in the car: "Master, my car ran out of gas in the middle of driving. It's a wild place here, and I can't find a gas station for a while. Can you help me?" ?”

As soon as the words were finished, a young man jumped out of the car. Xue Tao took a closer look and found that it was the apprentice that Shijiazhuang had just accepted last year—the Great Buddha.

It turns out that since the Great Buddha worshiped in Shijiazhuang, he was often ordered to come to this mountain to collect medicinal materials.

It is said that Datura can be picked on this mountain. The reason why we choose to pick it at night is because the root part has the highest alkali content at night.

"Brother Xue Tao, it's really you! Shi Zhao sent me a message just now, asking me to pick some mandala for him." With a hearty smile on his face, the big Buddha stepped forward and put his arms around Xue Tao's shoulders, and asked curiously: "It's you, why is your car out of gas? What are you doing here at night?"

Xue Tao made up a reason casually, then stretched his head and looked inside the car a few times to confirm that there was no one else in the car, a dark light came out from the end of his eyes, and said: "Wait for me here, I will go to the trunk to get some Tools borrow some oil from your car."

The Buddha readily agreed and was about to stand by the side of the road and wait. When he turned around, he saw that there was another person in Xue Tao's car, who looked a bit like Fei Yanchu in his clothes, so he walked forward three steps at a time, ready to recognize him.

Just as he walked to the side of the co-pilot to find out, the glass of the car suddenly rolled down, revealing his wrinkled and extremely old face.

"Master Fei..."

Before he finished speaking, two invisible silk threads were nailed into the left and right shoulders of the Buddha.

The big Buddha opened his mouth halfway, and Fei Yanchu sucked all the strands of anger out of his mouth into his nasal cavity. He wanted to get rid of it, but his body couldn't move at all. He could only watch that devil-like old face turn back to Fei Yanchu little by little. The original appearance.

In just half a minute, the Buddha had turned into an extremely shriveled corpse and fell heavily on the ground.

Fei Yanchu shook his neck from side to side, his cervical spine made a crisp sound, his face returned to his original youthful appearance, and he let out a long sigh of satisfaction: "People who have practiced are different, and they are young men who have no family. It is enough, at least it can guarantee that I will not return to the original state for three days."

Xue Tao returned to the car, checked Fan Feiyanchu's body up and down, and saw that he had recovered, so he hissed and asked for instructions: "What should I do with the body of the Great Buddha?"

"You drive his car back, put the body in the trunk, it's useful to keep it."

The corner of Fei Yanchu's mouth curled up into a sinister smile, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said coldly: "There is no need to stay in the capital. Tomorrow is the fifteenth day. When Lu Jinghong's Gu poison flares up, take Lu Jinghong with him." Go. As for the others...."

"Let's go to hell with Mr. Jin."