Demon Lord 3

Then he nodded desperately and said, "Just tell me. After you tell me, you will be my real grandfather. My brother and I have not had any elders since we were young. Just think of it as my grandfather telling us. After all, that person has influenced me too deeply. That person even wants to kill us. Until now, my brother and I have not dated or gotten married. That green tea girl actually has a boyfriend. I didn’t say these things. Grandpa, don’t you think this is very disgusting? That kind of person deserves to be dealt with. Even if I die now, I will drag that woman down with me. After all, I don’t have a husband now, I’m not married, and that woman is about to give birth to a child after getting married, and she got pregnant with my boyfriend before marriage. It’s really disgusting." The old man laughed even harder after hearing this, and then told me to buy a small purse here, and then go to the temple to worship the most ferocious-looking god, and then we can get what we want. We can just say what we want, and as for the money later, that’s it. It depends on what we wish for. If it doesn’t work, we don’t have to pay. When it works, we can pay it back as before. I also asked the old man if it would work. The old man nodded and said of course it would work, it would definitely work, and many people had succeeded before. After listening, I nodded, and then took the purse. After returning, I did not go directly to the temple, but opened the purse and looked at what was inside. There was a ball of paper with eyes, nose, and mouth on it. What are these things? It seems to be the shape of a person. It reminded me of the wreath and funeral clothing store, where the roots are placed. It wasn't an exorcist at all, but a paper figure. Maybe it was just sick. Using my life as bait to exchange for that person's life, suddenly I remembered one thing, that is, this deal actually had no loss or gain. Logically, it would be to let that person die, and we would also have to sacrifice our own lives. This is just like the kind of mutual destruction I just mentioned. Because after I said this, the old man nodded and said that this was the old man's actual purpose. Since there was hatred, why not go together? In fact, when I thought of this, I was a little collapsed. I didn't know what the purpose of providing another person's birth date was. Suddenly, I thought of the person who provided us with the case before. If this matter had any progress, I told the child if there would be some solutions, such as asking that person to provide some people and really build a tent to prepare for the wedding, and then find a powerful person to get the birth date and give it to the so-called god, that is, the evil ghost. When the evil ghost comes to claim our lives, we can fight. Thinking of this, I did it as soon as I said it. In the end, I really used 30 years of my own life to make a promise in front of the evil ghost. Sure enough, those people turned into spirits. I actually understood it roughly after making a wish. I was not the only one who came to make a wish. The other people who made a wish also held that purse in their hands. If it was a person who turned into a spirit, then what can we do to deal with it? Speaking of this, I actually thought of two ways. The first way is to put my birth date and time in it. The paper man can't carry it at all, so this thing can't be done. If it's my companions', it's not necessarily the same. If it's an ordinary person, it's okay, but if it's an ordinary person, then we won't be able to subdue the evil spirit in a powerful and fast time. If it doesn't work, then we are definitely doomed to lose. The other way is to find a person with some cultivation, but not strong ability, or who deliberately hides his cultivation, and put that person's birth date and time in it. Many people will mistakenly think that this is an ordinary person, and it goes without saying what will happen. It turns out these paper figures have become spirits. I opened someone else's purse and saw the same paper ball. I laughed, the same laugh as the old man's, perhaps a feeling of triumph. But why did it come so quickly? Could it be an undercover agent? Unexpectedly, that person's state was different from anyone I'd known before. There was no visible spiritual energy, but there was a powerful, frightening aura. The girl said, "Nice to meet you," and then told me I hadn't made a wish and had stopped her. But she had another mission: to capture the evil spirit. She was also preparing to give me her birth date so we could work together.