Fang Geyu looked at the orderly Yinmu Zhentu in all directions, and suddenly there was a hint of narrowness in his eyes.
"What a coincidence. Ying Xiu, the son of Ying Ji, happens to be in this deserted house now. He is a poor scholar. If you tell him about the Devil Weeping Pearl, he will probably owe you a huge favor.
It’s not that difficult to break your spell that pierces the black heart.”
Ji Ting was startled for a moment, but there was more sadness in his eyes.
He shook his head and said: "Because of the night when my little sister's soul was wandering, I knew that most of the people in this world, whether they are mortals or Taoist cultivators, are selfish people. Even if he saves me, it is a matter of raising his hand."
, but I would rather trust my benefactor more."
Balian glanced at it and said calmly: "I'm sorry."
The eight yin trees surrounding the heavy stone millstone were easy to remove, and Bailian pulled them out one by one with his bare hands.
The earth loosened and three parts of it were buried.
The heavy stone millstone was rectangular, and when it was shaking like this, it really looked like an iron coffin had been buried in the earth, adding to the weirdness.
The grindstone was pitch black, as if it were poured with iron juice. The color gave off a cold and dark smell. The surface seemed to have been eroded by the years, leaving mottled and old traces. The wind blew across the ground, and what came to my face was blood mixed with rust.
breath.
Bailian squatted on the ground and groped for a moment, but found that the millstone did not have any mechanism or connecting gap that could be opened.
Although the iron paint on the rough surface of the millstone has been eroded away by years of wind and rain, the pattern of a black sun drawn in the center can still be vaguely discerned.
The upper and lower sides of the pattern are respectively engraved with the fangs and mouth of the green ghost and the red ghost.
He calmly withdrew his gaze from the patterns, looking completely unconcerned.
He inserted his fingers into the earth and tried to lift the millstone.
Not moving at all.
It's like growing on the ground.
Balian frowned, adjusted his posture while squatting, and got lucky again.
The ground shook slightly, but the grindstone remained unchanged.
Fang Geyu's eyes stayed on Bai Lian's face. She suddenly spoke up, slightly worried: "Don't waste your efforts. You...you are not well yet."
Balian patted the dirt between his fingers, stood up and coughed lightly.
He looked down at his shoes, his pale face flushed slightly, and he stuttered: "I...I'm fine."
"But I think you are just forcing it."
He was not often annoyed, let alone being cared about again and again, but at this moment, he always felt that he had been looked down upon by Fang Geyu.
I'm not a frail lady, so I just got kicked a few times, isn't that all?
reluctantly?
Not to the point.
When Fang Geyu left him and ran away, he was not sad at all.
"My benefactor, this is the mouth. If you bite it, you won't let it go. It's really fatal."
Ji Ting, who was anxious to take his sister away from this land of right and wrong, suddenly let out an exclamation.
Fang Geyu was lost in thought when he suddenly heard him say such a sentence, and there was a sense of panic and guilt on his face for no apparent reason.
She subconsciously retorted sharply: "What kind of mouth? No! There is no bite, no place to go, obviously he let go!"
Ji Ting was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and pointed at the ink stone stupidly: "Fang...Miss Fang was also bitten by the stone-mouthed statue above?"
At this moment, Balian's expression was indescribably wonderful.
Only then did Fang Geyu react, and said in shame and anger: "You are going to die! You suddenly made a sound! If you don't want your tongue, tell me, and I will cut it and serve it as food and drink for the dog!"
In front of you, Miss Fang, you have to ask for your permission in writing before you even speak a word.
Ji Ting felt unspeakably aggrieved and thought to himself, was he wrong in discovering the clues?
Bai Lian coughed lightly again, realizing that he coughed a lot tonight. He glanced at Fang Geyu and realized that she was glaring at him at Jiting.
Feeling guilty, Balian hurriedly took over Ji Ting's topic and said, "Ji Ting, what did you mean by what you just said?"
Ji Ting squatted on the ground, looking at the millstone, as if he didn't dare to touch it, with lingering fear in his heart.
"Yougui Lang left me here that day. The mouth on it could swallow my blood, suck my body in hard, and then bite my neck.
At that time, I really thought I was going to die, but then while I was struggling, I somehow cut my ankle on another blue ghost tooth.
The green ghost ate my flesh and blood, and the red ghost released me. That's when I could hear the sound under the grindstone."
He swallowed and added: "I heard Yougui Lang say that the source of the sound was the Devil Weeping Bead. Because I resonated with the Devil Weeping Bead, it was of great help to him in unraveling the bead, so he kept me
to date."
Fang Geyu heard the meaning of her words and frowned: "Based on your experience, do you have to feed blood to those two stone ghosts before you can take out the suppressed corpse underneath?"
Bailian said: "Since there is a connection between you, Ji Ting, and the Devil's Weeping Bead, is it possible to open this millstone barrier with your blood?"
After Ji Ting heard this, his face lit up with joy, and then he seemed to think of something again, and his whole body slowly froze like an eggplant beaten by frost.
"But Yougui Lang said that this Devil Weeping Bead is an arrogant bead. He only tastes human blood once and gets tired of it. If he feeds it the blood of the same person again, the bead will emit raging Yin Fire, within ten miles.
, all the ghosts and ghosts of the living will no longer exist.”
Bai Lian pondered for a moment and then said: "If this is not the case, let me try to open this millstone."
Fang Geyu, who had been concerned about his injury just now, was silent now.
Ji Ting hurriedly waved his hands and said: "No, no, if something happens to my benefactor because of this, wouldn't it mean that Ji Ting will blame himself for the rest of his life?"
Bailian smiled casually: "What's wrong? Since you can regain your freedom from these two ghosts, I can naturally do the same. There is no danger at all. What's more, the dead are the most important and should return to peace as soon as possible."
There was a complex tangle in Ji Ting's eyes.
After a long time, he plopped down, knelt down and nodded at him again: "In this way, you will get rid of your benefactor!"
Without saying anything else, Balian slashed the palm of his hand with the Autumn Water Sword and placed it against the red ghost's fangs. Sure enough, there was a cracking pain in the palm of his hand, followed by a strange feeling of blood being drained away.
He tried to twitch his palm, but found that it was tightly welded to death, and he really couldn't twitch it away.
The blood flows into the dark sun pattern in the center. The bright red blood is like the most beautiful oil painting in the world, igniting the monotonous black and white colors.
It's just that the blood flowed in and traced the outline of half of the black sun. No matter how much Balian poured blood, he refused to paint one more stroke.
Still half a sun.
"This..." Ji Ting opened his eyes wide and looked at Balian in disbelief: "How...how could this happen?"
Fang Geyu pointed at the fangs of the green ghost on the other side with his scabbard and said: "There is another one. It may take two people to work together to open it."
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