Selling her beauty to the ghost king for merit

"That's what you heard, right?"

……

Covering his eyes, he opened his eyes abruptly.

"...!"

At such a close distance, suddenly meeting a pair of bloodshot eyes, even the Heavenly King Lao Tzu would be frightened when he came.

Covering and shrinking his shoulders, the conditioned reflex raised his hands to block, but he heard a tightening friction sound, and then his arms tensed, and the height of the lift was only close to his ears, and he couldn't move anymore.

It was only then that he realized that his hands and feet were tied tightly with fairy ropes, and he was tied on a huge table.

Covering his eyes and pursing his lips, it's not that he has any opinions on himself, but it's just that he looks too much like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

Ren Qizhi seemed to be afraid that he could run away like this, so on the basis of binding the fairy rope, he was additionally tied with iron chains into rice dumplings, so that his body fit closely with the table without a single gap.

Bi Qing and Bu Shui twisted their arms, but they were bound even tighter by the fairy rope. He stared at Ren Qizhi's unattractive face for a long time, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Really blind.

Ren Qizhi saw him like this, maybe he was making fun of himself, so he turned and went back to his workbench, and then fiddled with something on it, and said in his mouth: "Why, don't you want to ask something?"

Bi Qinghe was just bluffing, at this moment Ren Qizhi left him and opened his eyes, luckily his neck was still able to move, so he looked around.

He said, "What do you want me to ask?"

Speaking of which, the last time Qinghe saw such a full house with things piled up from the ground to the roof was in front of the Yuexia tree in Yuelao’s house, but there were some little boys tidying up at the other end, and there was only Ren Qizhi alone. It can be described as a shop that looks like it has been robbed.

Ren Qizhi continued, "For example, where are you, what am I going to do, etc., death is imminent, don't you still have any desire for knowledge?"

"You know I'm not that kind of person."

"Haha, yes, that's why I say you have an empty heart." Ren Qizhi smiled brightly.

After covering up and being silent for a while, he asked, "Are you with my father?"

"Why do you say that?" Ren Qizhi feigned surprise.

"It was Yan Yeyun who made me dizzy... and your song says that you are going to kill Mu Ziyun, and my father almost succeeded." With his face covered and frozen, he should have felt unbelievable about this, But even though the facts are so naked, it makes him feel that everything is reasonable.

"You are very perceptive." Ren Qizhi turned his head to look at him, there was a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

Covering Qinghe and seeing such pity-like gazes the most, not to mention that this charity came from a person who was about to take his life, he closed his eyes and turned his head, asking: "What are you doing now? Why don't you give me a good time?" , to save extra trouble."

"This is my residence. It's called Baiyun Temple. There are barriers everywhere. How can there be troubles?" Ren Qizhi stood up, came to Yan Qinghe, and continued, "You think I'm not in a hurry? It's just that the blood has to be taken alive. , I can’t kill you first.”

Covering his eyes and opening his eyes, he noticed that there was a table next to him, which was covered with fine powder and spread out in the shape of a human bone. Today's protagonist was finally able to see the light of day, bound by a red rope , hanging above that table.

Ren Qizhi noticed that Qinghe was covering his eyes, and he spoke first, "That's my son, with a single name of 'Song'. Now that I think about it, this 'Song' and 'Send' have a bad meaning. Give him a change."

After Ren Qizhi finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to pinch Qinghe's chin, turned his head around forcibly, forcing him to look at him, and said: "Speaking of which, you are his reborn parents, why don't you die before you die?" Think of one for him?"

Covering Qinghe and looking at him, he wanted to pooh directly on his face, but he felt that it was not elegant and disrespectful, and it would not be good to make Ren Qizhi angry and make himself suffer, so he said: "I am your father."

Ren Qizhi smiled, but he didn't say anything else, instead he persuaded him with a good temper: "Wait for the hour, don't worry."

Seeing that there was no response from Bi Qinghe, he said again: "Forgot? Today is your birthday, happy birthday."

"I'm bah." Ge Qinghe couldn't help but spat hard.

Xu Shijian covered Qinghe clenched his fists tightly, Ren Qizhi defined his behavior as "uneasy" in his heart, rather than restraining his anger, he said "sleep when you are nervous", while stretching out his hand to caress Qinghe. He caressed his eyelids from forehead to bottom, repeating that sentence as if trying to lull a child to sleep.

Is this hypnosis or what?Obviously Ren Qizhi's hand only rested on the upper half of his face, covering Qinghe but he could smell a fragrance, very sweet, his eyelids became very heavy between breaths, he struggled for a long time, and finally Powerless to parry, I fell asleep with sweetness.

Even had a good dream.

When he woke up again, he was woken up by the cold. Apart from the cold limbs, he also felt that his breathing was a little fast, and his chest tightness and shortness of breath surged up together, as if he was in an ice cave. Only by breathing quickly can he maintain his body temperature.

no... no...

This chill was unusual, it came from the inside out, and it was accompanied by the loss of spiritual energy. He covered his head and shook his head, forcing himself to stay awake, then raised his head with difficulty and looked down.

I don't know if he was worried about blood stagnation or other circumstances, Ren Qizhi took off the fairy ropes on his wrists and ankles, leaving only the iron chains covering his whole body, and he walked through the gap between the iron chains and the iron chains. He saw that there were long hollow needles stuck in the air pockets all over his body, and the exposed skin turned almost snow white.

It was the first time for Jiao Qinghe to see such a thick hollow needle, the pipe was almost as thick as his finger, and his blood was flowing out continuously through the pipe, being guided to float on the next table.

Blood is qi, and the condensed blood floated in the air for a while, then turned into dark red qi, which slowly fell on the table, gradually soaking the bone meal and making it gradually appear.

Mi Qinghe didn't know the function of his hot blood before, but now the answer seems to be obvious-hot blood can nourish the growth of flesh and blood.

Looking at this slow posture, I was afraid that I would have to be pumped to make it enough.

Even though the fairy rope that bound him has been removed at this moment, this ordinary iron chain is just a coil of grass rope to him, but now he has no strength, can't struggle, and there is no reinforcements, how can he save himself.

Bi Qinghe closed his eyes in despair, he wanted to give up at this point, but suddenly there was a burning pain in the back of his neck, the totem actually scalded him, and his mind was burned back a bit.

——He actually forgot the rotting bone spirit flower he ate, the medicinal effect of living together and dying together. He is still in shock because of Mu Ziyun's breathless suspension.

From this point of view, even if the news cannot be spread, there will always be someone who knows that he is in danger.

There's always someone coming...

Cover up and take a deep breath.

Fortunately, this totem is sensible, and the scalding on him was very coincidental, and it suddenly reminded him of something.

Although hot blood can be made of flesh and bones, the newly grown flesh and bones usually do not recognize the owner. If you want to make it fit with a foreign soul, you must attach the soul to the flesh and blood before it is formed.

This is the conclusion that Ren Qizhi came to after thousands of experiments, and it is also the steps that Yan Yeyun once concealed and disclosed.

Thankfully, the amount of blood loss at this moment is not enough to knock him out of his mind, to cover up and make a plan.

Looking at Ren Qizhi at this moment, his eyes are full of madness, and he can't notice the strangeness of concealing Qinghe. He watched the bone powder on the table take shape almost fanatically, and it turned into a body, vaguely like a child, and he couldn't wait to wave it away. The red thread that binds the mummy——

Ren Song's soul has left his body, what he's waiting for is now!

Concealing and looking at the right time, regardless of my dizziness and inconvenient movement, my left hand was hard raised under the shackles of the iron chain, the second and third fingers were bent, the big finger suddenly pinched the middle joint line of the fourth finger, and the fingertips condensed , and quickly chanted a mantra at Ren Song.

"Heavenly prison spirits, the emperor's decree. All the heavenly masters, the powerful Tianding. The five thunder gods, the great gods who set up prisons. They are transformed into heavenly prisons and imprison ghosts and gods. Heavenly prisons have been established and hell has been completed. I call the heavenly generals and arrest them." Ghosts and gods. The Great God of the Heavenly Prison, the Lord of the Dungeon, restrains evil spirits, and has no mercy. The Emperor of Heaven has a decree, to enter the ghost camp. Urgently, as a law!"

Cover Qinghe finished chanting such a long incantation in one breath, it was really fast in his life, he looked at the light rising from the ground, he couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

Ren Qizhi shouldn't have never told him Ren Song's name. After all, Ren Song is now a real wandering soul, and he hasn't even regained his consciousness. As long as he recites a spell at will, he will its custody.

After the shackles of the mummy were lifted, Ren Song's soul did not attach to the newborn flesh and blood as expected, but flew to the side with a "swoosh".

Only then did Ren Qizhi come to his senses, he wanted to stretch out his hand but couldn't do it, his eyes were burning like a torch, and he shouted hysterically at Mi Qinghe, "Ma Qinghe!! You actually used the formula of setting up prison to restrain evil on a child! !!"

"I'm not a particular person." Seeing Ren Qizhi's appearance, even though he was very weak, Bi Qinghe still held his breath and let out a breath from his nose, which could be regarded as very happy and ruthlessly happy.

Putting it into prison to collect evil formulas, to put it plainly, is to set up a place to detain ghosts and gods on the spot.

The usual "prison establishment" steps are cumbersome. First, let the mage cast the spell, then step out of the seven stars, and then follow his steps to insert bamboos and connect them with ropes to form a dipper.

Afterwards, draw seven stars with lime or ground ash, each seven inches wide, and use nine four-foot-nine-inch long green bamboos to mark it, representing the gods and generals of the prison.Finally, the mage thought that the prison was completed, and wrote the word "Heavenly Prison" on the door, and it was completed.

But right now, Qinghe didn't have the time and opportunity to do these things. He finally got the space to counterattack, so he naturally rubbed his hand against the table full of blood, borrowed his momentum, and uttered a sentence.

Ren Song's soul was summoned and disappeared into the magic circle in an instant. Ren Qizhi was naturally anxious, but the power of the magic circle cannot be reversed. Ren Song has not yet recovered his self-awareness. Once he is locked in, he will not be able to get out no matter what. here.

So he didn't care about taking revenge to cover up peace first, so he jumped into the magic circle.

The so-called "prison" of the prison is not just a dark cell. From ancient times to the present, the names of the prisons set up by various sects vary. There is also Hell, Hell, and so on.

And when it comes to masking and here, due to his strong foundation and personal evil interests, the stories that happened in this prison-like space are naturally extremely artistically processed and very realistic.