The office partitions of the office were all removed, and there was a random person in the corner. There was a dark wooden prince in the middle, with a ceramic jar enshrined on it, and behind the jar was an exquisite wooden tablet.
There were three sticks of incense on the table, and under the ashes were three large basins containing bloody pig heads, cow heads and sheep heads respectively.
At this moment, a man in a black fat suit was kneeling in front of the ceramic jar, shivering, and kept chanting: "My child, don't be angry, someone will be here soon! Someone is coming soon!"
...Your Majesty has a lot. Please forgive me and give me some time. I...I will comply with your request! As..."
At this time, the office door suddenly opened.
The fat man in a suit who was kneeling in front of him was stunned. He knelt straight and screamed. The fat on his face trembled. He smiled, looked at the tablet and jar in front of him, and said quickly: "Look, look! It's coming, it's coming.
!”
The fat man quickly got up and looked back. The person who opened the door and came in was Bai Wuji.
Bai Wuji also looked at the fat man, then at the offerings, the table, and the dark ceramic jar on the table.
Raise a brat?
Moreover, looking at the heads of pigs, cows, and sheep being offered, they should have been chopped off no more than three hours ago, but the blood was already black and smelly.
Looking at the overwhelming ghost energy in the office, Bai Wuji frowned. Is this kid very capable? It seems that the fierce ghost just now is not a wild ghost. It should be that half of the soul was eaten by this kid and parasitized in the kid.
There are ghost puppets within the activity range. Otherwise, if there is such a big thing here, ordinary lonely ghosts would really not dare to approach it.
Bai Wuji felt that his guess was correct, otherwise, the evil ghost would not have called him master before he was wiped out.
Thinking of this, Bai Wuji's eyes were fixed on the jar, and he didn't know what kind of kid it was.
At this time, the fat middle-aged man in black suit had already run up to Bai Wuji. Without saying a word, he grabbed Bai Wuji's hand and said, "You, you, you came for the interview, right? Brother, we passed! We passed it."
, I will pay you a salary tomorrow, but you have to make some contribution to our company, come on, you...bleed some blood, bleed some blood."
As he spoke, the fat middle-aged man took out a knife.
Now Bai Wuji realized that he had been tricked. It seemed that the recruitment itself was a scam. It turned out that someone wanted to do something evil...
Looking at the knife that the middle-aged fat man in black suit tremblingly took out, Bai Wuji's eyes turned cold and he snatched the knife away effortlessly. The fat man hadn't reacted yet, but when he did, he immediately pulled Bai Wuji with a twisted expression.
Wuji Collar: "Damn it! Give me the knife! Do you want to die, you working hard? Don't you just want money? You're not happy if I give you money to buy you some blood, right? Give me the knife.
!Give it to me!”
Bai Wuji glanced at the fat man, then looked at the jar, and said: "Haha, I want to die? I think it's you who wants to die. You dare to raise such a wicked thing. It's a miracle that you can survive until now."
Tell me, how many people have died in the family?"
As soon as Bai Wuji said the words "a dead person in my family", the fat man's expression immediately went numb, his dry and white lips trembled, and he pointed at Bai Wuji: "How the hell did you know, how the hell did you know there was a dead person in my family?"
Who are you? What do you do?"
"Not only do I know that there is a death in your family, I also know that I am not the first person to be interviewed tonight, right?"
As he said that, Bai Wuji glanced at the ground with lightning-like eyes, and a long blood trail dragged all the way to the door of a separate office inside. Bai Wuji shook his head helplessly: "I guess it's asking you for a hundred virgins."
Blood? Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, a hundred people's lives, even if you do it to ensure your success, but what's the use? How can you hide such a big case? What's more, how many of these one hundred are there?
Are you a real virgin like me?"
After hearing what Bai Wuji said, the fat man in the black suit completely stopped moving. How could he persuade him correctly? What is this person...doing?
"Ah! I know! You, you are Master Chu, right... Oh no, Master Chu is a woman, you, you are the master who works with Master Chu, right? You are here, you are here! Hurry up
Help me, I can't stand it anymore, I'm going crazy, don't worry about me killing people or not, I'll give you money, you just do things for me, don't go into troubled waters too many times, save me first
…”
The fat man shouted incoherently and almost made Bai Wuji kneel down.
"Stop kneeling, you have made a big mistake. No one can save you, but...but if you don't want to die now, just get out of the way." As he said that, Bai Wuji closed the door behind him and pulled the fat man to him.
around.
The fat man didn't know what was going on at first, but when he stood next to Bai Wuji, he followed Bai Wuji's gaze.
The jar sealed with lipstick paper on the altar was leaking blood, one stream at a time, flowing along the edge of the jar to the table, and then dripping along the table to the ground.
The entire room was instantly filled with a thick, foul-smelling smell of blood.
"Oh my god, this..." The fat man shrank back to the corner in fear.
Bai Wuji glanced at him indifferently, turned around, and continued to look at the bleeding jar in front of him. There was a trace of surprise in his eyes, thinking that it turned out to be a blood corpse kid. This kind of thing is not easy to get.
It is said that raising a blood corpse imp is very different from raising an ordinary imp.
Ordinary little ghosts only need to collect the body of a baby who died unexpectedly, control its soul, seal it with a spell at home, and offer blood every day.
The blood corpse kid is different. It must use the corpse of a child who died unexpectedly and lived for more than 80 years, and soaks it in a blood pool jar in a good corpse raising ground. For seven or forty-nine days, the child will absorb a pool of blood.
Finally, seal the jar and do it again according to the method of making a little devil, and it will be considered finished.
Blood corpse imps are more powerful and more ferocious than ordinary imps, and cannot be raised by ordinary people. Most ignorant ordinary people, when they raise such imps, everything goes smoothly at first, and they get whatever they want, but the imps grow bigger and bigger.
The requirements become more and more difficult, and these people will eventually be tortured to death. Moreover, they will die first of their loved ones and then of themselves, experiencing all the sufferings in the world.
Moreover, even the elders of Bai Wuji's family would have to work hard to deal with such a brat.
So every time something like this happens, Bai Wuji will curse in his heart, Damn these brainless Yin-Yang gentlemen, can't you just let me beat you? It's just a naughty kid who deserves a beating. You guys are going to put up such a big battle, it's not a waste of time.
waste time?
Thinking of this, Bai Wuji could only roll up his arms and sleeves. He didn't want to be involved with ghosts anymore in his life, but he had no choice. If this matter didn't end tonight, he might not be able to leave peacefully.
The fat man in the black suit had long been frightened to the point of peeing by the blood that came out of the little jar. He cried and cried: "Master, master, what's going on? Is it that my young master is angry? Otherwise, what should I do?"
Why don't you go?"
Bai Wuji's face was covered with black lines, but before he could speak, a childish voice suddenly sounded in the air: "Fat Zhao, you are so brave! I felt it just now, the little aunt I took in
I was killed, hehehe, did you ask someone to take me in?"
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, it's all a misunderstanding!" The fat man kowtowed and knelt down.
Bai Wuji looked at everything with cold eyes.
"Hehehe, misunderstanding? I don't care if it's a misunderstanding or not, but for the sake of this big brother being a real virgin, I'll let you go for the time being... get out of here!"
In the second half of the sentence, the tone suddenly changed!
The voice that was originally milky suddenly became like an old lady's wailing, which was heartbreaking and shocking. The fat man was so frightened that he knelt down and did not dare to move.
And the next moment, click, click, click, the jar in front of Bai Wuji emits a strange Tokyo, a black and red air ball, separated by the red paper, came out of the jar, condensed in the air, and gradually formed a baby-sized shape
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It’s just that the baby’s face was ferocious and his body was blood red, as if his skin had been peeled off!
His whole body was trembling, and he laughed ferociously in the air, and he rushed straight towards Bai Wuji.
"Naughty kid, the battle is quite big... Okay, let's see uncle discipline you!"
Bai Wuji also looked coldly and raised his feet.
Then he fell to the ground with a thud...
Bai Wuji was also unlucky. Just when he was about to take action, the office door behind his butt was kicked open by someone. The person's kick was quite strong, and Bai Wuji immediately fell to the ground.
"The sinful souls of the Nine Netherworlds! Follow the fragrant clouds around you! Set the green lotus of wisdom! The God of the Supreme Being will be in peace forever!"
A talisman was fired! The blood corpse kid who rushed over was beaten back to the sky above the jar.
Chu Ling then smiled proudly, looked at Bai Wuji who was lying on the ground, and nodded silently: "Humph, fortunately, I arrived in time and saved this idiot's life again... huh? He was already scared and fell down.
Is it gone? It’s really useless!”
Bai Wuji's face was covered with black lines. He turned his head stiffly, looked at Chu Ling who was standing there, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "You girl really didn't let me talk in vain. You can't just say hell."
Apart from the curse, the only thing you can use is your feet, right? You want to kick me to death!"
"Huh? Did I kick him down?" Chu Ling looked at Bai Wuji blankly, her cute big eyes blinking and her eyelashes trembling.
Bai Wuji slapped his forehead and got up from the ground: "No, I fell myself..."
"Haha, you have a underdeveloped cerebellum and you always curse at others, tsk tsk tsk..." Chu Ling looked at Bai Wuji with disdain.
"Come on, sister, hurry up and catch your ghost." Bai Wuji loosened his collar. When Chu Ling came, he didn't have to do anything. Ghosts are a thing. One more thing is worse than one less thing. Bai Wuji didn't want anyone to know. He has the ability to beat up fierce ghosts. He just wants to live a peaceful life as an ordinary person. It is best if he has no contact with his relatives for the rest of his life. That would be perfect.
Thinking of this, Bai Wuji walked to the corner where the fat man was kneeling, looked at Chu Ling who had become serious, and said, "Come on, beauty, I'll take you home after the fight."