C79

Shizhengyi of Tibetan Scriptures to the 43rd

Jing Yuanyang paused for a moment, and continued: "After your second grandfather finished asking this question, that fortune-teller sneered:" That child is filled with dark energy, naturally he stayed in the coffin for a long time before he died. "

When your second grandfather saw that the fortune-teller was so magical, he immediately took out his money and passed it to the fortune-teller. "Here is one thousand yuan. Mister, please give me some pointers and see if I can save that child." It turns out that your second grandfather had already seen that the kid's yin energy was too strong, so it would be difficult for him to survive until he grew up.

"There's a kind of carp in the Yellow River that's completely red, called a fire carp. As long as you feed it to him for three months, the cold Yin energy in the child's body will disappear, but even though the cold Yin energy in the child's body can be removed, it won't be able to get rid of the sinister aura, and the child will most likely not live past the age of 18 —"

When Jing Mo heard this, he secretly cursed in his heart, "Your can only live to eighteen years old, this daddy isn't that short a person."

Jing Yuanyang continued: "Then after fortune-teller says this, turn around, take the money and leave. As a result, you went to the Yellow River every day to catch fishes and find the fire carp, and it only took ten days or so to get one. Fortunately, your second grandfather was a fisherman, so you told the fishermen near the Lee Zhu Du that if they could get to the fire carp, they would sell it to him. Thus, it became better day by day. It's just that I never thought that this damned brat would actually make that blood slave kneel down and worship, it's truly strange, but there's also another benefit to that, that you can impersonate that brat and let the blood slave bring you to the cellar — "Saying that, Jing Yuanyang suddenly stopped and listened for a moment, then said in a low voice:" Wuji, look, that person over there seems to be the blood slave — "Then he pointed ahead.

Jing Wuji then looked in the direction of Jing Yuanyang's finger. He saw that on the side of cellar, there was a big locust tree with a bloodied person standing there. The bloody man appeared very suddenly, as if it came out of nowhere from the cellar.

Jing Wuji, Jing Yuanyang and the others who were more than ten metres away all held their breaths as they looked at bloody man.

Jing Mo had already recognized that this bloody man was the bloody man that had knelt down towards him and Luo Shu previously.

The bloody man stood on top of the locust tree and seemed to be listening attentively. After a while, the bloody man suddenly kneeled down, and from the look of it, it was as if the full moon in the sky was kneeling down to worship the locust tree.

Deep into the winter night, a cold wind blew through the Pagoda Tree Forest, causing a soft rustling sound.

Under the moonlight, the bloody man knelt down and kowtowed. It was just like last night when she saw Jing Mo.

After bowing four times, the bloody man raised her head and looked at the moonlight.

It was as if he was sucking in the cold moonlight.

Jing Wuji was overwhelmed with shock, he turned to look at Jing Yuanyang, only to realize that Jing Yuanyang's brows were deeply furrowed, his eyes brimming with vitality as he stared at bloody man.

Jing Wuji saw that Jing Yuanyang did not make a sound, and did not dare say a word, and turned back to look at bloody man. After the bloody man absorbed for around 10 minutes, the blood color on her body actually started to disappear, and turned into a silver white color. After repeating this three times, the bloody man finally returned to its original form, still covered in blood. Just vaguely, the bloody man seemed to have grown a little.

The expression on Jing Yuanyang's face slowly tensed up, he swallowed his saliva, and his breathing became hurried. Following that, he lowered his head and muttered to Jing Wuji: "Limitless, go to the bloody man now -"

Jing Wuji was dumbstruck. Even though he knew that the reason why his grandfather Jing Yuanyang had brought him here, was to disguise himself as Jing Mo, and then deceive the blood slave, so that it could carry him to the cellar to search for the legendary treasure, when he had actually heard Jing Yuanyang's instructions, both of Jing Wuji's legs couldn't help but spin. Looking at the bloody man twenty to thirty meters in front of him, even if Jing Wuji had more guts, he still didn't dare to take a step forward step for a while.

Just as Jing Wuji was hesitating, the bloody man suddenly turned around and leapt into the cellar, disappearing without a trace. Under the moonlight, the cellar only had a few dozen tree trunks remaining on it.

Jing Yuanyang stomped his feet, and said flusteredly: "Limitless, why don't you go?"

Jing Wuji lowered his head in embarrassment: "Grandfather, I, I'm a little afraid …"

Jing Yuanyang glared with his head lowered, at a loss of what to do. He did not speak for a long time, and if the fury in his eyes had materialized, then Jing Wuji's body would probably have been set ablaze.

Jing Yuanyang stared at Jing Wuji for two minutes before the anger in his eyes dimmed a little. He said: "Forget it, we cannot be hasty about this. He waved his hand: "Wuji, let's go."

He turned around and brought Jing Wuji with him as they walked out of the forest.

Jing Mo could not dodge in time and did not dare to move, he hid behind the locust tree and remained motionless. Only when the old and young walked out of the Ghost Forest did he hurriedly get up, followed by the forest on the other side, he continued to circle around, and prepared to return to the Jing Family's Mansion.

On the other side of Ghost Forest was a graveyard, and buried inside were all the villagers who had passed away. Under the moonlight, the graves were emitting a deathly chill.

Jing Mo ran out of the Ghost Forest realm, and when his eyes swept past one of the bare graves, he was immediately captivated by the strange scene before him.

In front of the lonely grave, the tombstone was illuminated by the moonlight, reflecting a pale light. In front of the tombstone, a little floral pig was currently squatting there. Facing the lone grave, a pig's nose could not help but twitch. After taking in a deep breath, a cloud of black Qi was sucked out from the grave and entered the little floral pig's nostrils.

This scene made Jing Mo feel a chill on his spine, but what shocked him even more was that this little floral pig was actually the Zhu Xiaohua.

Jing Mo's heart sank. "No wonder I haven't seen the Zhu Xiaohua in the past few days. It turns out that she's been hiding here all along … It's actually like the blood slave, which sucks the moonlight, what is the Zhu Xiaohua absorbing? "