【Yanlu】Ghost

However, Yan Yu finally reneged on his promise.

It was not only the little maid who was kneeling in front of him with tears in his eyes, but also everyone in Liu Mansion who he didn't have time to save.The ones who glared at him yesterday, the ones who smiled softly, and the ones who lowered their brows, are now lying crookedly in the courtyard.The terrified expression on his face was still there, and the blood that had seeped into the cracks in the ground had already dried up.

He had no time for mercy.

Lu Shaolin used to always laugh at him for his cold face and warm heart. He obviously had a face that should not be approached by others, but he wanted to rush around to save the common people.

The man was used to leaning against the window with his arms propped up and tilting his head. The smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't tell whether it was sarcasm or sincerity.

"Why bother to be warm-hearted to strangers, if the common people do not have you, the Taoist leader, they will still live as usual. There are countless beauties in the world, and it would be a pity to miss them."

If this noisy ghost was still around, Yan Yu would definitely take the opportunity to laugh at him for being so wrong.

How can he afford such praise, after all, he is just a selfish person.Just like right now, the horrific situation in the Liu Manor can't shock his heart.There was no hesitation in walking through the strong smell of blood, as if before finding Lu Shaolin, his life and death had nothing to do with him.

The Taoist went straight to the backyard of the Liu Mansion, looking for the wooden door Lu Shaolin described in the winding paths and corridors.

As expected, the talisman paper that had been pasted on the door was completely gone at this moment, the wooden door was slightly opened, and intermittent groans mixed with crying could be heard clearly.With the guidance of the soul contract, he could sense Lu Shaolin's vague aura looming behind the wooden door that covered the soaring black air.

The saber possessed by Lu Shaolin in the past also seemed to sense the existence of the host body, and buzzed uncomfortably around his waist.The black-purple Yin Qi hovered above the head like a giant snake, dyeing the entire sky in color.

After opening the door, there is another room in the courtyard.

To say that the house is really quite reluctant, even the firewood house of a big family is a bit cramped.

Even though the only window was tightly nailed with wooden boards, the ghostly aura never let go of every gap for ventilation. A black vortex.

The cries and moans grew louder.There was no one knowing what kind of monster was installed in the house, and the woman's desperate cry came from a while, and then turned into a stern laugh.

"Father, mother...help me...help me...my daughter doesn't want to die yet..."

"Don't try to escape! No one wants to escape!! I want each of you to go to hell and be buried with my mother!!!"

Yan Yu stood at the door for a while.

What had obviously been the bolt was now just a dark hole, behind which lay the source of everything.There was no trace of fear on his face, he only cared about Lu Shaolin's safety, took out a piece of talisman paper from his bosom, and pushed open the door.

The object curled up at the corner of the bed shrank suddenly when it heard the footsteps.

Just as Yan Yu was about to step forward, he saw a pale and thin wrist protruding out of the darkness, and then, a group of figures fell in front of him.

With the light coming in from the door, Yan Yu noticed that the woman who was struggling and rolling on the ground was terribly thin.The dark eye sockets were sunken deep into the flesh, and only a thin layer of gray skin remained, sticking to the bones, as if it could no longer wrap the human figure.

"Father! Father! Is it you! Have you come to save my daughter!"

The woman entangled in ghost energy let out a delirious laugh, followed the direction of the sound, crawled forward with hands and feet, and reached out to grab Yan Yu's clothes.

The Taoist's eyes fell on the woman's round and huge abdomen.

Unlike the limbs, which seemed to have been drained of all yang energy, there were unusually high bulges, as if something extraordinary was being conceived.

Put the corpses of babies who died shortly after birth into urns, feed them with living blood, and make ghost urns, and the ghosts of the babies will be raised to become little ghosts.The stronger the imp, the more prosperity and wealth it can bring to the owner's family.If you want a high-quality imp, you must use a living person as the host.

However, there is no such thing as a bargain in the world.No matter how obedient the little devil is, there will be a moment of backlash. At that time, the wealth will be wiped out, and the family will be destroyed.

Unexpectedly, the prosperity of the Liu Mansion these years is just an illusion brought about by evil spirits.

Now all the members of the Liu family died violently, only the host was still struggling in front of his eyes, presumably that brat had gathered enough strength to return to the world in the body of this woman.

Too late.

Yan Yu couldn't help sighing.

No matter how powerful his mana is, he still has no way to recover at this moment.

After swallowing so many living sacrifices, the ghost fetus in the woman's belly has taken shape and will be born soon.

He knelt down, recited the Qingxin formula in his heart, and put his palms on the woman's forehead, while carefully helping her back to the bed.But the thing in the belly seemed to be very resistant to Yan Yu's approach, struggling desperately, the woman's flesh seemed to be just a driven skin, black air came out of her seven orifices and attacked the Taoist fiercely.

Yan Yu's face was cold, revealing a little hesitation.When the black air was approaching, he suddenly let out a low shout, and slapped the talisman paper on the woman's towering abdomen.

The house finally returned to peace.

"You are Wan'er?"

Yan Yu asked softly.

The woman who regained her clarity for a moment nodded.