"You are getting stronger and stronger, and you have gained a lot of skills, right? Okay, I'll let you taste what it's like to be disobedient!" Yang Along opened the white porcelain jar and hurriedly chanted a mantra over the contents in the jar.
The kid suddenly leaned over and covered his heart in pain.
The mantra Yang Along recited has the heart-gnawing pain of thousands of insects. Once it touches the pain, it will make the devil's life worse than death.
The kid cried and shouted, begging Yang Aaron: "Mother...I hurt...Mother...it hurts so much..."
Yang Along read more and more anxiously, and the little ghost fell to the ground and rolled in pain. She recited the mantra again and again, and finally asked it coldly: "Do you know you are wrong?"
The kid raised his tear-stained face and said, "I know... you... don't love me at all..."
It suddenly stood up and rushed toward the candlelight on the table. Yin spirits are afraid of fire, and rushing away is undoubtedly like a moth rushing to a flame, causing its own destruction. Its soul is attached to its natal bone, and the natal bone is collected in a jar.
, as long as the bones are not buried, it will not be able to enter reincarnation. If it fights the fire like this, its soul will fly away, and it will truly perish in this world.
All this happened so fast that Yang Aaron had no time to stop it.
The little ghost was burned by the flames and his body and soul were completely disintegrated, but there was a smile on that delicate little face. After so many years, it was finally free...
The Yin spirit entered the fire, crackled and exploded, oil stars splashed everywhere, the arrogant flame became smaller and smaller, and finally flickered and went out.
Yang Aaron stared blankly, and by the time he realized it, it was already too late. Yellow tears of regret flowed from his eyes that had been dry for decades.
"My child..." Yang Aaron lay on the table and burst into tears.
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Ruyi had been sleepy for a long time, but she couldn't sleep. She didn't know whether Mr. Ji, the Nanyang wizard, would come to trouble her, so after thinking about it, she was ready to find out.
If she wanted to investigate, she couldn't go there in person. The Lord Beggar's words were so loud that even the god told her not to conflict with the Nanyang sorcerers. How could she go and die!
She asked Sumiao to go and see what was true, and asked him to reveal his true identity when appropriate to find out. If there was any danger or he was defeated, he would immediately report the situation secretly, and she would rush to the rescue immediately.
Sumiao nodded, then came out in virtual form, entered the inn and searched for the Nanyang sorcerer "Mr. Ji" from room to room. After searching around, he finally found his room at the other end of the second floor.
As soon as Sumiao entered the room, she smelled a strange light fragrance. There was no light in the room, and there was a person lying on the bed. His breathing was steady, and he seemed to be fast asleep.
Sumiao no longer restrained her aura, and revealed her true form, revealing her murderous intent. It was so obvious that a master would wake up immediately and look around. But Mr. Ji turned over and slept more soundly.
For a feared Nanyang sorcerer, his reaction was a bit slow.
Su Miao was puzzled, so she sat down at the table, picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of cold tea. The porcelain cup jingled, and he pulled the teapot high, pouring the tea stick into the cup, making a clattering sound.
When the cup was full, Sumiao put down the teapot heavily, drank the tea quietly, and looked at the person on the bed.
Mr. Ji did not wake up, he just hummed and turned around, as if he had been disturbed from his dream.
"Ahem!" Sumiao simply coughed, and the man's deep voice echoed in the room.
"Uh, who! Who!" Mr. Ji finally woke up and shouted blankly with his eyes wide open.