Infinite script kill

Chapter 13 Retribution
"Zhong Nan!"

The old man rushed forward and wanted to pick up his son, but when he saw the cinnabar in his hand, his half-stretched hand froze in midair.

"It's over, it's over!!"

The sea of ​​fire was raging in the distance, illuminating half of the sky. Those villagers turned into torches in the sea of ​​fire, and the old man's face turned pale.

The tribute was gone, and the soul that Zhong Nan had finally condensed was about to disperse again. All his hard work for so many years was in vain.

"Damn, it deserves it...cough...this is your retribution!!"

Li Bo stumbled over, his face was sallow, and his eyes were bloodshot, staring at the father and son on the ground.

Even Zhang Hao on the side couldn't wait to pounce on them and nibble on them.

"retribution??"

The old man raised his head blankly and stared at Li Bo sideways: "What do you think is retribution??"

"You~~"

Li Bo was covered in hair by the fierce eyes of the old man, but his mouth was still strong: "You built this ghost village, how many people have been killed, and now it will be retribution!"

Hearing this, the old man's eyes were dazed. He looked at the fire behind him, and suddenly laughed in a trance: "Hahaha...So this is the retribution you said?"

As he said that, the old man raised his head sharply: "38 years ago, our village encountered no pests for a hundred years, and the food crops were cut off. People in the village ran for their lives, starved to death of thirst, and livestock died. I used the five ghosts to carry them. technique, and stole food from the county town for them."

His eyes shone brightly, as if he had returned to the scene where he secretly handed food to the villagers that day.

On that day, everyone had a smile on their faces, and the white rice was sprinkled in the bucket, and there was a ray of hope on everyone's face.

However, the old man suddenly changed his voice, and his voice became slender and sinister: "What happened? In less than three months, someone suddenly came to the county, and without a word, arrested me and tortured me. I was in prison. For three months, I was tortured and covered with injuries. You tell me, this is also retribution??"

"This……"

Li Bo was stopped when he was asked, but he still insisted: "Stealing something is always wrong."

The old man was not annoyed, but nodded calmly: "Yes, stealing is always wrong, I was beaten to death in prison, and finally caught up with the opportunity to escape, but I returned to the village, you know what happened Is it?"

"My wife died, I pushed open the door, and my wife was lying on the bed. Everyone stinks, and dense flies were crawling on her face. She was starved to death.

No family in the village would give them a bite to eat.

I hurriedly went to find my son, but I found him in the well, everyone was soaked, and they couldn't catch him. He died tragically. He was a ghost. I wanted to save him, but even his soul Can't find it all.

I don't blame the villagers.

I went from house to house to ask for a hundred rice and a hundred cloth, just to ask them to give my son a little kindness so that my son can be saved.

result……

I can't even knock on a door. "

The old man's face could not be seen as sadness or anger, and regret was written on his face full of vicissitudes. He looked at Li Bo and asked, "Do you think this is retribution?"

Li Bo breathed a sigh of relief, and this time he was speechless.

Xu Tong picked up the bell on the ground and took out the spring that he had removed from his pocket. In fact, this thing is easy to disassemble and easy to put on.

He walked over to the old man and handed the bell up: "If we help you, can you save him?"

"What?? Brother Xu, what are you doing to save them???"

Li Bo's face changed drastically, he was about to go crazy. He knew that Xu Tong was a lunatic, but what was he doing crazy at this time? ?
"No way, who made me a doctor!"

Xu Tong rubbed his shoulders and sighed helplessly.

"Help me?" The old man looked suspiciously at Xu Tong. He didn't believe that Xu Tong would be so kind. After all, his son almost killed them just now.

"Yes! Help you!"

He nodded seriously and put the bell in the old man's hand: "But the premise is that you first free these wandering spirits that you have imprisoned."

When Li Bo listened to it, he suddenly realized, and said to himself, "Yes, their mission is not to eliminate violence and peace, but to free all souls. How could I forget about this."

Seeing that the old man was still hesitating, Xu Tong patted him on the shoulder, sat beside the old man and said, "I lost my parents when I was very young, I was locked in a small cage, and there was an old man beside the cage, and he woke up every morning. When you come, you will change, sometimes it's a man, sometimes it's a woman, but he says a word to me every day, there is hope and there is a future."

He looked back at the old man: "Trust me, this will definitely not be your retribution."

Hearing that the old man's nerves seemed to be touched by something, he looked at the bell in his hand, and then at his son who was about to lose his mind, and gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll take another bet."

The old man took a deep breath, and now, he can only take the risk.

"If you want to liberate these ghosts, take this bell to the dead tree in the northwest corner and shake it three times, and they will be freed."

The old man pointed to the woods at one end of the village and said.

This matter was naturally handed over to Li Bo. Although Li Bo was injured, he would naturally not refuse when he heard the news that he could complete the mission. He was eager to finish the mission and leave early.

"Brother Xu, then I can go, you..." Li Bo said with the bell, in fact there was something he didn't say.

Xu Tong knew what Li Bo wanted to say, so he just waved his hand: "Then you can go!"

Seeing that he didn't plan to follow him, Li Bo didn't say anything, and walked out without turning his head.

Just when he was about to leave the courtyard, the old man suddenly stopped him: "Bring a fire, there are their clothes in that tree hole, remember to burn those clothes."

"oh oh!"

Li Bo was stunned for a moment, then nodded to indicate that he remembered.

After Li Bo left, the old man asked him to take an oil lamp from the beam of the kitchen.

He also asked him to take out the boxes full of paper ingots from the house and sprinkle them all on the ground.

"that's it?"

Xu Tong tore off the old man's clothes and simply found some gauze to help him bandage the wound first. His knife didn't hurt the vital point, but if he didn't stop the bleeding sooner, the old man might not last long.

"You took that book, right?" The old man asked suddenly while he was wrapping up.

"Yes, here."

He did not deny it, and took the book out of his arms and showed it to the old man.

The old man didn't mean to ask for it, he just said: "This book has been passed down from generation to generation in Bamenli. My master's surname is Wang, and he has two disciples. Unfortunately, our lineage is going to die out. If you like it, you can do it yourself. Take it back and study it, it is also my reward for you."

"Eight gates?" Xu Tong's eyes widened, as if he had learned an unknown world from the old man's mouth.

"One door towel, two door skin, three door color, four door hanging, five door flat, six door group, seven door tone, eight door chat, this is eight door, our family's line is seven door, we will meet in the future. If you are an expert, you can also have an opinion."

The old man said a lot in one breath, for example, in addition to their eight families, there are also the fighters and matchmakers in Xia Jiuliu, and so on, each of which has an unknown side.

"When this matter is over, if you stay with us for a while, I will pass on what I have learned in my life to you, which can be regarded as an explanation to the master. When you go out, you can say that you are a descendant of the Wang family. Naturally, there will be less trouble.”

He didn't answer when he heard the words, and nodded with a smile on his face. The old man saw the eager look in his eyes, and the heart that was hanging in his heart relaxed for the most part.

Just as the two of them were talking, the smoke of the wolf was already rising from the woods at the head of the village.

At this time, a cold reminder sounded in their ears: [Main Quest 2: Relief] has been completed.

[This script world task has been completed, participants can choose to stay or return to reality]

[If you need to continue to stay, the maximum time should not exceed 28 hours, and you will be forced to return to reality when you reach the time limit. 】

At the same time as the prompt sounded, the piglet's eyes suddenly froze, and soon he lost consciousness and fell to the ground, turning into a paper pig again.

At the same time, Zhang Hao's body, which had lost his soul, also disappeared.

But Zhou Yu, who was lying on the bed, and Wang Shaohui, the college student, lay together forever.

Seeing that everyone was gone, Xu Tong couldn't help but pursed his lips: "Che, I'm really impatient."

"Get ready, time is running out, let's not waste time."

The old man rested for a while and regained his strength. When he saw the smoke rising in the distance, he knew that Li Bo had already burned the tree.

As for his own bell, if he loses it, he will lose it. Compared with his son, he doesn't care about losing the treasure handed down from his ancestors.

The old man walked to the stack of papers, lit the brazier, picked up the oil lamp, walked to his son, and blew lightly, the wick of the oil lamp actually glowed with fluorescent light, sucking Zhong Nan's body into the oil lamp.

"Remember, no matter what you see later, don't panic, you must listen to me."

The old man said, carefully put the oil lamp on the ground, took out two pieces of yellow paper from his arms, and saw that the yellow paper was gently rubbed on his hand a few times, his fingers were pinched from side to side, and two pieces were easily squeezed out. Here comes a little paper man.

This skill made Xu Tong standing beside him secretly amazed.

"boom!"

After getting ready, the old man knelt on the ground with his legs crossed, and said in his mouth:

"Beimang lightly knocked on the gate of the ghost, and sat down to make Huangquan cross the Jiuquan. His Royal Highness Yama, ten ghosts, don't ask the bull-headed horse, don't work the civil and military judges, don't dare to ask Zhong Kui, Cui Yu, don't bother with Yingou and Tisuo, just ask the seventh and eighth masters to come to me. , impermanence asks impermanence..."

The voice fell, and a cool wind from nowhere was blowing on the cheeks of the two of them. This cool wind was more piercing than the cold wind, and it made people feel uncomfortable.

The big cold sweat on the old man's forehead kept falling down his chin. He didn't know if he lost too much blood or there was another reason. Xu Tong frowned when he saw his trembling hands.

At this moment, he suddenly raised his brows and stared straight at the two paper figures standing up slowly on the ground.

"Quick, throw all the money in."

Seeing the two paper figures on the ground stand up, the old man hurriedly asked Xu Tong to throw all the paper ingots beside him into the brazier.

While kowtowing continuously to the two paper figures: "I also ask the seventh and eighth masters to be merciful and give my son a chance of life."

As he said that, he kept kowtowing down, and every time he kowtowed, his head collided with the stones on the ground, making a loud bang, and kowtowed several times in a row, but the fire in the brazier became smaller and smaller.

Xu Tong took a closer look and saw that the fire in the brazier could not ignite the paper ingot that he had left behind.

Seeing this, the old man's face was ugly, and he continued with a bitter face: "If the seventh and eighth masters are willing to take pity on the little old man, the little old man will definitely give birth to the two in the future.

Unfortunately, no matter what he said, the two paper figures in front of him remained unmoved.

Just when the old man felt desperate, Xu Tong suddenly remembered something, took out two dark banknotes from his arms and threw them into the brazier.

Originally, with the mentality of playing and trying, who would have guessed that as soon as the money was put into the brazier, the sound of "Boom" would instantly burn to ashes.

The two paper figurines moved slightly, although the movement was small, but it gave the old man hope.

Seeing this, Xu Tong didn't wait for the old man to speak, and continued to throw the dark money in his hand. He saw that the fire in the brazier was burning more and more vigorously, and the two paper figures finally slowly raised their hands and sent them forward gently.

The oil lamp of the oil lamp in front of him actually produced kerosene, and a ray of sparks flashed on the wick for a few times, and the abandoned oil lamp was actually lit.

"Xie Qiye, Xie Baye, when you are young, you will definitely set up a shrine for the two of them, worship them every day, and worship them every year."

The old man hurriedly kowtowed and thanked, carefully sending the two paper figurines into the brazier, watching the paper figurines disappear in the brazier, and then let out a long breath.

He whispered to Xu Tong aside, "This is a last resort. It's easy to ask God to send God, but if it weren't for the few treasures you just threw in, I'm afraid today would be my grandfather's birthday."

As he said, he carefully held the oil lamp in his hand, and a smile finally appeared on his face. Although his previous achievements were all forfeited, his son was finally saved. Next, if he had to start over, he would still be able to find a way to send his son to the underworld for reincarnation.

Just as he was thinking about it, Xu Tong suddenly leaned over with his head sideways, and carefully took the oil lamp from his hand and watched it carefully.

"Be careful, be careful!"

The old man didn't want to let go, but he was about to let go.

Xu Tong looked at the oil lamp in front of him, his eyes squinted, and he tilted his head to look at the pale old man: "Master, just look at me and say, this is definitely not your retribution."

The old man didn't understand what Xu Tong meant, and nodded just as he was about to say something.

Xu Tong took a deep breath, and slammed it on the oil lamp, and the faint ray of light was blown away directly by him, and even the lamp oil inside was sprinkled on the ground by him.

Looking at the unbelievable expression on the old man's face, he grinned: "Look, this is your retribution!"

　The first volume is over, I changed my status today, thank you for your help, especially my first leader [five big and small fans]
　　There is no way to add updates to the new book period (I didn’t save the manuscript.) So this chapter will continue to chapter, and I will write this copy in one breath, a large chapter of 4000 words, go to bed early tonight, take a rest, and resume the day tomorrow. renew.

　　
　
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