Amidst the bleating of the sheep in the sheepfold, Feng Bingwen jumped up, tore off the yellow cloth hanging on the shed, tore it into pieces without hesitation, and threw it on the ground.
"tangerine!"
After finishing everything, Feng Bingwen shouted outside the house, where a group of lambs were huddled together, sticking their heads in and watching his movements.
Baa baa!
Hearing Feng Bingwen's cry, a lamb squeezed out of the flock and rushed towards Feng Bingwen with cheerful steps.
"Are you really an orange?"
Seeing the lamb rushing towards him, with a hint of yellow in its snow-white wool, Feng Bingwen held his head against his head to prevent him from rubbing against him.
Baa baa!
Hearing Feng Bingwen's question, the little lamb screamed anxiously. Although Feng Bingwen was sure that this group of people had evil animal-making skills, he had never seen the entire process of their execution.
The man named Qi Laosi tried to turn him into a dog, but failed.
"If you were an orange, just call three times and listen, slower, and there should be obvious separation in the middle!"
Feng Bingwen thought for a while and said.
"BAA Baa baa!"
The lamb in front of him did as Feng Bingwen said, and three deliberately differentiated sheep calls were heard.
"You are such an orange! Damn it, these beasts have turned you into this. How can I change you back?"
Feng Bingwen reached out and touched the lamb in front of him.
The art of making animals can definitely be solved. Those gangsters turned children into animals and sent them to the buyers' homes, but they didn't recognize them.
And the solution may be unexpectedly simple, because most of those people are just mortals, and those who master the evil art of animal creation are only a small number, and their status is extraordinary.
"Baa! Baa!"
Seeing Feng Bingwen really confirming his existence, the lamb screamed happily, but there was a bit of anxiety in its voice.
"Don't be afraid, don't worry, I will definitely take you home!"
Feng Bingwen comforted his playmates from the same village, and after the initial inspection and inspection, the sheep outside the shed plucked up their courage and slowly came closer.
After Feng Bingwen, who still looked like a child, experienced a simple interaction with this group of lambs, he became temporarily familiar with them. The originally restless sheepfold gradually became quiet, and darkness truly fell.
The moon and stars were sparse, and the night was getting darker. The candles in Qijiagang were extinguished one by one, and the whole mountain village became completely quiet. As the midnight approached, a cold and cold atmosphere spread throughout the mountain village.
It breaks out and then spreads.
But when these cold and cold breaths were about to invade the green-tiled house, hazy and weak yellow lights appeared faintly in the night, covering the house to prevent the evil spirits lingering outside the house from entering.
But this time it was different from the past. A house located in the center of the mountain village suddenly shattered as soon as a dim yellow light came on.
The cold atmosphere of those wandering in the mountain villages, looking for opportunities day after day, stagnated, and then, like sharks that smelled the smell of blood, they swarmed madly towards the house that had lost its shelter.
In the sheep pen, a relatively clean area was cleaned up. Feng Bingwen, who was hugging his playmate from the same village, closed his eyes to relax and suddenly opened his eyes. Almost at the same moment, all the lambs crowded together in the sheep pen were awakened.
, in the bleating sound, even the sleeping lamb woke up.
A strange smell filled the sheepfold. In this hot midsummer, the breath exhaled from the mouth and nose turned into white mist visible to the naked eye.
"Giggle!"
Suddenly, a childlike laughter rang out. Feng Bingwen stood up and looked in the direction of the laughter. A girl who looked like a girl was standing there, smiling sweetly at Feng Bingwen.
The most special thing is that the sheep unconsciously moved towards him. Some sheep looked at the position where the female doll appeared with humanized expressions of horror, while some sheep looked around at a loss, not knowing.
What are these companions looking at?
"Little brother, do you think Tongtong is good or not?"
The pretty girl smiled, and then whip marks appeared one after another on her face and exposed body, which looked shocking.
Suck~
Feng Bingwen took a deep breath. Even though the female doll that came with the coldness had revealed its inhuman appearance, there was no fear in his heart as expected. He just felt angry and a little bit distressed.
"Is your name Tongtong? You look very well-behaved!"
The seven-year-old child showed a smile while being guarded by a group of lambs.
"Then why do you still need to fight Tongtong?"
The whip marks on the little girl's face became more and more dense, which made the originally pleasant face look a little eerie.
"It hurts me so much! It hurts so much!"
Before Feng Bingwen had time to reply, a series of wailings came from the other side. It was a child whose limbs were twisted and folded. The twisted limbs impacted Feng Bingwen's visual senses.
Da da!
There was the sound of a hard object hitting the mud, as if something was jumping. When Feng Bingwen looked over, he saw a child stuffed into a jar.
"Human pig!"
Feng Bingwen clenched his fists, and the two words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Brother, does Tongtong still hurt after being beaten? Can you give Tongtong a hug?"
"I'm in so much pain!"
The resentful spirits who had suffered a lot in life were wailing, showing the horrific appearance of their death, and gradually surrounded Feng Bingwen and the group of lambs.
"What do you want to do? I was also a child captured by the people who killed you."
At this time, Feng Bingwen stood up and questioned these resentful spirits.
"So do they. Do you want to harm us?"
The many resentful spirits with miserable deaths were unmoved and still moved closer to Feng Bingwen and the lambs. Obviously, it was impossible to reason with them.
"We are not the ones who pour out your anger and resentment for revenge, those scum are. I can help you!"
Feng Bingwen took a deep breath and said what he really wanted to do.
This is a big gamble. In his last life, he was a not very firm materialist. He was ambiguous about the existence of evil things, so he also had some basic knowledge and understanding.
According to his understanding, people who were tortured and died tragically during their lifetimes will turn into evil ghosts if they have deep grievances. Ghosts are the remnants of people after death, so evil ghosts will only have resentment and obsession.
It doesn't make sense to reason with them, but what if you want to help them fulfill their obsession?
In Feng Bingwen's eyes, he could see at a glance, the transparent but clear resentful spirits all stopped moving, and even the shrill wails that hit people's eardrums stopped. All the resentful spirits stared straight at Feng Bingwen.
Bingwen, keep an eye on this person who said he wanted to help them!