I already felt that the tip of the knife was about to pierce the back of Long Xiaoman's hand. Long Xiaoman remained silent and did not move at all.

At this time, I suddenly heard a sharp roar from the old woman, "What are you going to do!"

I looked up and saw the little mute smiling at me, and then his whole body suddenly dispersed like ashes, forming a thin layer of red mist around him.

At the same time, Long Xiaoman snatched the dagger from my hand with lightning speed, and while the old woman was panicking, he threw the dagger out with a swish.

puff!

The old woman's throat was opened, leaving behind a dark green liquid, and then her whole body was like mist, turning into a ball of ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Little mute!" I cried out the little mute's name, waving my hands like crazy in the thin layer of red mist, but all I caught was air.

"Your little mute dispersed his soul on his own in order to save you." Long Xiaoman stood nearby and whispered.

"Little mute, little mute!" I cried, and Long Xiaoman walked up to me and sighed softly, "Sit down."

"Get out!" I felt so sad that I pushed Long Xiaoman away, only to hear her shout, "If you want to save the little mute, just do as I say, sit cross-legged and close your eyes!"

I was stunned, and quickly followed her instructions. As long as I could save the little mute, I could do anything.

"Close your eyes, don't open them!" I felt Long Xiaoman pull off a piece of my hair, and then heard her reciting a string of incomprehensible spells, followed by bursts of very strange movements.

A strong wind blew out of nowhere, causing the leaves to sway and rustle. Long Xiaoman chanted the spell faster and faster, and then he heard the sound of fighting.

I closed my eyes tightly and didn't dare to open them. My mind was filled with the safety of the little mute. It took about ten minutes before the surroundings became quiet again.

"Okay, open your eyes." I heard Long Xiaoman say.

I opened my eyes and saw Long Xiaoman holding on to a big tree. His face was pale, and a few strands of hair on his forehead were wet with sweat. He looked very haggard.

She took out a translucent red bead and handed it to me, saying weakly, "I tried my best. This is the last trace of the little mute's soul. As long as this trace of essence is there, the little mute will not be distraught for the time being."

I took the bead and shouted loudly, "Little mute, little mute, come out!"

"Stop shouting!" Long Xiaoman wiped the sweat from his forehead. His face was very pale and his lips were a little chapped. "I only kept her last bit of energy. She is unconscious and can't hear you."

I asked anxiously what should I do, would it be like this forever?

Long Xiaoman shook his head, "As long as the spirit is there, there is still hope, but it is difficult. My moral principles are far from enough. She is your ghost wife, and only you can save her."

I said, "Then what should I do? Tell me, even if it takes my life, I am willing to do it!"

"I need you to become strong." Long Xiaoman seemed to be slowly recovering, "If you are strong enough, not only can you resurrect the little mute's soul, but if you find a suitable host, you can even make her reborn as a human!"

I looked at Long Xiaoman and said, "Long Xiaoman, I hate you so much!"

After I finished speaking, I continued, "But now, I beg you to help me, make me stronger, and let me resurrect the little mute. Don't you want my life? I promise you, when the little mute is resurrected, I will

I’ll give you my life!”

Long Xiaoman looked at me blankly, "You heard it just now. Your little mute was never a human from the beginning. Her purpose of entering your village was even to harm people, but now you have to pay such a high price for her.

I want to know why."

I looked at her and said word by word, "Okay, answer me a question first. No matter what the purpose of the little mute came into my house, the fact I know is that not only did she not harm anyone, she saved me over and over again.

, do you know why this is?”

Long Xiaoman thought for a while and said, "I don't understand this either. The Holy Lord that the old monster mentioned just now should be a very powerful character. Since the little mute followed its will, why did he openly resist it later?

I can’t figure this out clearly.”

I sneered, "Let me tell you, in this world, there is something called love, which is invisible and intangible, but when it comes, it is unstoppable. For me, the little mute can defy that powerful saint.

It is the will of the Lord, and I am willing to pay any price for the little mute."

After saying that, I turned around and left. I seemed to hear Long Xiaoman muttering to himself from behind, "Love? Is this really the case?"

On the way back, I didn't say a word, all I could think about was the little mute.

Long Xiaoman didn't speak and didn't drive the car very fast, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, she suddenly asked me, "What does it feel like to love someone?"

I closed my eyes and said nothing.

After a moment of silence, I heard her take a gentle breath, "Let's get down to business. There must be some secret hidden behind this matter. I think it has something to do with the Holy Lord that the old monster said. The Zhang you mentioned

Ya, your second uncle, including the little mute, may all be related to that mysterious Holy Lord."

"But have you ever thought about it, since the Holy Lord is so powerful, with his ability, it would be easy to destroy your village, but why would he go to such great lengths?"

I opened my eyes, took over the conversation and said, "Don't you think you want to say it again, because my name is Zhang Zhanning."

Long Xiaoman nodded, "Yes, this is the only reasonable explanation. The unexpected betrayal of the little mute disrupted his plan, but I think he will not give up here. There are more dangerous encounters waiting for us later.

.”

At this time, I am too lazy to ask what secrets I have hidden in my body, because I know that asking is in vain, so I simply don’t care so much. I don’t care about the Holy Lord or not, I just want to become a Holy Lord quickly.

Be powerful, and then resurrect the little mute.

Long Xiaoman continued, "The most important thing now is to find the person named Zhang Ya first. No matter what she is, if you find her, you may unlock all the secrets."

"Don't mention her. I get a headache when I hear the name Zhang Ya. From the time he appeared in the village to the school, I feel like this name is following me all the time." I felt a headache when Long Xiaoman mentioned Zhang Ya.

Long Xiaoman shook his head and said, "Actually, Zhang Ya only appeared in your village. Later, the Zhang Ya in school did not exist. The evil ghost who turned into Li Ming knew who you were looking for, so he deliberately

I made up Zhang Ya's story, but it actually didn't happen at all. The purpose was just to lure you to the woods to break the formation."

"How do you explain the sudden disappearance of the new student named Zhang Ya?" I asked.

Long Xiaoman thought for a while and suddenly said loudly, "Oh no, we were all deceived. The principal lied to us!"

After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and started driving the car at a fast speed.

I asked her what was going on, and she said nervously, "The old monster just said that she took great pains to lead you here, and also used the little mute's soul as a threat, which means that she had planned all this early."

"Since this is his plan, it proves that the newly transferred Zhang Ya does not exist at all. Maybe she is the one who pretended to be here just to lure us here. If he can do all this, he will naturally assume that we will definitely go back.

Find the principal..."

"You mean, the principal is also one of theirs?" I was shocked after hearing this, but I didn't expect that all this had been planned long ago.

"Yes, now the only way is to find the principal and force him to tell the truth!"

When we returned to school, it was already dawn, which happened to be the time for the first class to start. Long Xiaoman and I rushed into the principal's office in a hurry. As soon as we opened the door, Long Xiaoman exclaimed, "Oh no!

We’re a step too late!”

I saw the principal sitting on a chair in a very strange shape, with a cloud of blood on his chest. His eyes were wide open, his pupils were dilated, and he was out of breath.

His body was still warm, indicating that he had just died. I took a look at his clothes and saw a bloody hole as big as a fist on his chest, with blood dripping out, as if someone had taken it out.

heart.

My first thought was to call the police as soon as possible. This was already the third person who died in front of me here.

"Don't be busy yet!" Long Xiaoman stopped me, and then looked at the body seriously, and I followed closely.

"Look at his hands!" I saw that one of the principal's palms looked a little abnormal. Normally, the palms of the principal's hands would naturally loosen after death, but one of the principal's palms was clenched into a fist, with only one index finger raised.

It's like pointing at something.

I followed the direction of his index finger and opened a drawer. There was only an ordinary piece of white paper with a strange picture drawn on it with simple lines.

"It looks like a person standing on the top of the mountain, holding a bow." Long Xiaoman looked at the painting and said with a slight frown, "If this was done intentionally by the principal, it means that he knew that he might be in trouble.

, so clues were left.”

"But, what does this mean?" I was puzzled by the painting. No matter how I looked at it, it was just an ordinary graffiti.

Long Xiaoman looked at it for a long time and saw nothing, so he finally had to put the painting away and carefully observed the room for a while before taking out his cell phone and calling the police.

I don’t know what Long Xiaoman’s background is. This time I didn’t even go to the patrol station. I was just questioned alone for a while and then released.

I was very tired after the whole day. Long Xiaoman asked me to go have something to eat with her. I ignored her. After knowing the truth, I felt very annoyed with her. If it weren’t for the fact that I wanted to resurrect the little mute, I would

I definitely don’t want to interact with such a person.

In the next two days, Long Xiaoman came to me and said that I was not safe now and asked me to go to a safe place with her, but I refused directly. Now I don't trust her as much as before.

When I woke up that day, I felt hungry and the money in my pocket had long been exhausted, so I went downstairs to find an ATM and withdrew 500 yuan.

But when the ATM just spit out the money, I suddenly remembered something. I saw that there were only seven yuan left on Little Fatty's card a few days ago. How could I still withdraw money?

With my mind full of doubts, I checked the balance again, but was surprised to find that there was only one yuan left!

I quickly pulled out the card, and suddenly I felt my hand was wet. When I saw it, it was actually covered with blood. The card that had been worn out had also turned bright red. The blood was seeping out of the card.

!

"Why do you have this thing!"
Chapter completed!