As soon as Shi Yingxue said this, she even curled her lips and smiled.
This smile was extremely sinister and terrifying, and even the ghost cultivator felt that he could no longer look at it.
"There's one more thing. I want the woman you made into a little ghost too."
The ghost cultivator was not willing, but under Shi Yingxue's silent gaze, he actually felt cold all over, and tremblingly took out a small wooden man.
This little wooden figure is thin and slender. There are three thin needles inserted on the top of the body and the top of the head. The word "" is written upside down on the forehead with blood. I don't know what it means.
The little wooden man is a woman with a broken arm, and she does have some similarities to the fisherman.
Shi Yingxue looked at it, not thinking about how to deal with it for the time being, so she simply put it away, then pursed her lips and looked at Gui Xiu with a smile.
This kind of smile rarely appeared on Shi Yingxue's face, and even Martin felt a little strange looking at it.
The ghost cultivator became even more frightened.
He simply couldn't resist the fear and regret that arose deep in his heart. He kept thinking over and over again, if he hadn't coveted Shi Yingxue's cultivation, wouldn't he be in this situation now?
However, neither fear nor regret can change what has been done. There is no medicine for regret in the world. He must bear the consequences himself.
Shi Yingxue walked up behind the ghost cultivator, raised her foot and hit his back knee, kicking him directly to the ground.
Martin was originally facing him, but he turned around and saw the lonely tablet reflected in the dim candlelight behind him, as miserable and silent as the two lost lives of Cao'er and Ya'er.
He knew what Shi Yingxue meant, so he immediately stepped out of the way.
Then Shi Yingxue pressed the ghost cultivator's head, knocked him to the ground hard, and forced him to kowtow to the memorial tablets of Cao'er and Ya'er one after another.
If someone had told him in the past that he would be pressed on the head by a monk who could not use spiritual energy to kowtow to the tablets of two mortals, he would not have believed it.
But today, this kind of ridiculous thing actually happened.
He was suppressed by Shi Yingxue and couldn't move. His body was burned with cinnabar and black dog blood, and there were holes everywhere. The three flowers were in chaos, his consciousness collapsed, and he was forced to kowtow. The humiliation in his heart was indescribable.
If he had another chance, he would definitely tell Shi Yingxue to live and die.
But he knew he had no chance.
"I Zeng Bai will never let you go!"
Since I am about to die, I feel so much hatred that I always want to vent my anger through insults.
However, Shi Yingxue never listened to her futile shouting.
Shi Yingxue kicked him over and crushed his heart with her right foot, forcing him to spit out a mouthful of black blood. However, she leaned over with a cold smile on her face: "Yun Lang said
The name is Ruyi, and the original name is Yingxue. I heard it passed down by Master Bing personally. I won’t change my name in practice, but I won’t change my surname until you come back again."
As soon as she finished speaking, she kicked the ghost cultivator away again.
He stood upright, like a tattered sack, and was thrown directly into the mourning hall, hitting the already tattered coffin. When he looked up, he could see the pale white coffin.
Then Shi Yingxue walked up slowly with the peach wood sword in her hand.
With her free left hand, she pulled the half-dead ghost Xiu Zengbai up and placed him in a kneeling posture of repentance.
Shi Yingxue pulled his head forcefully with her left hand, forcing him to look up at Cao'er Ya'er's spiritual place. As soon as she moved her right hand, the tip of the sword stabbed into his throat.
This sword had been soaked in cinnabar, so Shi Yingxue didn't use any fancy swordsmanship, she just used her hands to seal her throat with one sword.
The ghost cultivator's body had completely turned into a burnt, empty shell.
Several streams of foul-smelling black gas suddenly spewed out of his body. Martin said they were all little devils of ghost cultivators. He didn't know which one he got seriously, or whether they were all obtained through despicable means like the murder of Shi Yingxue.
Taking advantage of others.
But none of this mattered to Shi Yingxue.
The one she wants is already in her hands, and the other little ghosts will go back to reincarnation after the ghost cultivator dies, which will be liberation and new life for them.
But the ghost cultivator could only hold his head stiffly forever, kneeling in front of this memorial tablet in a humiliating posture of kneeling and repenting. Even if he died, he would have to look at the people he had harmed, and he wanted to understand why he died.
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The girls and maids in the courtyard all felt that they had not slept well last night. When they woke up in the morning, they all felt that they had had a dream about someone fighting and making a noise.
However, one girl vaguely said that she dreamed that Mr. Xue woke up, and everyone felt hopeful and sad at the same time.
People cannot be resurrected, they are no longer children.
Today is also the day to go to the mourning hall to keep the mourning as usual. Everyone changed into plain clothes and went to the mourning hall. Unexpectedly, they almost fainted from the fright as soon as they entered the courtyard of the mourning hall.
The whole yard was in a mess, and the air was filled with the smell of blood, mixed with an indistinguishable smell of decay, and the pungent smell of cinnabar, making it a smoky mess.
The ground was littered with cinnabar shrouds, dried blood stains everywhere, and the remains of several lanterns, as if they had been swept away by something terrible.
The mourning hall was even more chaotic, and the two younger girls were so frightened that they fainted.
Paper money that had been placed neatly flew everywhere, and the coffin in the center disappeared. It was barely possible to identify the coffin from several large wooden boards with consistent patterns on the ground.
There was a mess everywhere, as if there had really been a war.
But Martin, who was standing vigil yesterday, fell to the side with blood still on his body, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Several girls hurriedly stepped forward, pinching people, feeding them ginseng soup, and Martin finally "woke up slowly."
Everyone quickly asked Martin why. Martin had a blank look on his face. After a long while, he happily told everyone a mysterious and mysterious story.
He would definitely not admit that this story was criticized by Shi Yingxue as being too exaggerated. Anyway, he thought the story was so wonderful that these girls and guards had to believe it even if they didn't believe it.
Martin said that a bad guy came to his door in the middle of the night yesterday to cause trouble. It was the man who killed Ya'er and Cao'er. He lost a fight with him and was directly injured.
At this time, a Taoist monk with great martial arts passed by. He fought with the evil man for 300 rounds, beheaded him, and gave Martin a magical healing medicine to protect his life.
The eminent monk was about to leave, but found that Shi Yingxue in the coffin was still breathing weakly. He was not dead yet and could be saved.
Martin asked him to treat Shi Yingxue, and the eminent monk readily agreed, saying that saving a life was better than building a seven-level pagoda, so he took Shi Yingxue away and promised to give everyone a healthy Shi Yingxue in half a month.