In the beginning of a poem of seven killings, I use the article to kill ghosts and gods

Chapter 1 Erlang, it's time to take medicine

"Erlang, it's time to take your medicine."

In an antique room, a pretty young lady was holding a bowl of medicinal soup and feeding it spoon by spoon to a handsome young man.

The young man nestled half of his body in the arms of the little lady, his eyes were dull and lifeless, even if it was the soup that was fed into his mouth, it would flow out from the corner of his mouth.

"Erlang, why don't you take medicine? Is it because you dislike Mannia?"

The little lady was smiling sweetly just now, but suddenly she was as cold as ice.

"Snapped!"

As soon as the words fell, the little lady threw the spoon aside, pinched the young man's chin with one hand to make him open his mouth, picked up the bowl of hot soup with the other hand, and poured it into his mouth all at once.

"That's good..."

After pouring down the whole bowl of decoction, the little lady smiled sweetly again, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of the man's mouth carefully.

"Come here, push Erlang's chair over."

After doing all this, the little lady stood up, turned around and looked behind her.

"Yes."

A little maid answered, then hurriedly turned and left.

But at this moment, the young man who was leaning on the bed motionless suddenly blinked his eyelids rapidly, and there was even more pain in his eyes.

But when the little lady turned her head to look at him again, the young man's eyes returned to the dull look just now, as if nothing had happened.

"Erlang, today is fifteen, it's time to go to the ancestral hall in the backyard to offer incense."

While talking, the little lady walked slowly to the dressing table and sat down, as if she was going to pick up the comb on the dressing table to comb her hair.

"Mannia has long heard that Xu Jiuge, the ancestor of Erlang, was once a disciple of the ancestor, who could write astonishing poems like "Zongjiu Song", with a strong aura of dignity, which made us ghosts avoid it. It's not as good as the ghosts that died in his hands, I don't know how many."

Speaking of which, the little lady who had just picked up the comb suddenly turned her head, looked at the young man with resentment and said:

"My father was beaten to death by him with a ruler. I was hiding in my father's eyes at that time, and I was almost beaten to death by him."

After saying this, the little lady suddenly grinned at the young man again.

But what was terrifying was that with her smile, her delicate little face was completely split from the corner of her mouth, revealing a mouth full of fangs and a tongue like a snake letter.

"Oh, I didn't scare you, did I?"

The little lady shyly covered her face with her hands and turned her head away.

Immediately, facing the mirror, she lifted off the upper half of the skin along with the scalp, and began to comb it carefully with the comb in her hand.

"It's such a good face. No wonder Erlang you like her so much, but it doesn't matter. After a while, this face will grow on my face bit by bit. When you see me, Erlang, you will be happy." I saw her."

After combing her hair, the ghost greedily looked at the beautiful face in her hand with her pair of eyeballs hanging on the rotten cheek.

"boom!"

Just when the ghost was about to put on its face again, the door of the room was knocked open.

A girl with a bloody face rushed in from the door holding a long sword.

"Go to hell!"

The girl first stabbed the ghost into the back of the heart with a sword angrily, then she quickly turned around and rushed to the young man's bed, shouting hoarsely:
"Second brother, sister is here to save you, let's go, sister will take you away!"

"Push!"

Just when the girl was about to pick up the young man, a bony hand passed through her abdomen, and blood spurted out.

"Brother...Brother..."

Without the skinny girl, she was still struggling to pick up the young man on the bed, but soon, she dropped her hands powerlessly, and her pupils dilated.

"Damn slaves!"

At this moment, a maidservant with a delicate appearance rushed into the room in a hurry.

Although the maidservant has a delicate face, under the skirt, there is a thick tail similar to a lizard.

"The servant girl just cut off her face and put it on. I don't want her to pretend to be dead on purpose and escape when I'm not prepared."

The maidservant knelt down to plead guilty with fear on her face.

"I'm happy today. I'll spare your life. I'll go change my clothes. You take this little girl back to the cellar. Don't be in a hurry to kill her. I want to enjoy it alive tonight."

Mannia, who had re-pasted the human skin, cast a cold glance at the girl on the ground, took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, and then walked out of the room lightly with lotus steps.

"Yes, Palace Master!"

The maid hurriedly agreed.

"woo"

As soon as Mannia left, the maidservant did not immediately deal with the girl on the ground. Instead, the corner of her mouth was split open, and a long tongue protruded from the mouth with fangs, greedily licking the girl on the ground. With the blood on the girl's back.

Just like that, the girl's eyes that were gradually loosening looked at the young man on the bed.

The two pairs of extremely similar pupils seem to be telling something.

"Qingpi, hurry down and help me find a piece of clothing!"

At this moment, Mannia's voice suddenly came from the next room.

"Yes, Palace Master!"

The maid wiped her mouth, then dragged the girl's feet, and quickly walked out of the room.

"boom!"

The door was closed.

The eyes of the young man on the bed blinked again, and then there was a look of pain and anger in his eyes.

"Little girl, I'm sorry..."

Looking at the pool of blood on the ground beside the bed, he breathed out three words slowly.

"It's been fifteen days. It's been fifteen days since I came to this world. It's time to end all of this today."

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, and he murmured in a low voice.

Mannia certainly didn't know that the young man at this time, the soul in his body, was no longer the Erlang she was talking about fifteen days ago, but a young man from the earth.

During these fifteen days.

Although his consciousness has always been awake, his body has been in a state of being unable to move because of the bowl of soup that Mannia poured down every morning.

Even in the past few days, he deliberately vomited some soup, his body was still in a weak state, so he could only watch helplessly as the old and young in this house were eaten by these ghosts one by one, and then Put on their masks and make the house look like nothing happened.

However, during these fifteen days, he did not do nothing.

It was these fifteen days of forbearance that allowed him to find the only way to solve the current predicament after digesting part of the memory of the original host in his mind.

"Hold on, as long as you get to the ancestral hall and get the ruler, you will have a chance to escape, and you will have a chance to avenge this family and that innocent girl just now."

"You must get that ruler. In this world, the only sacred objects that can deal with ghosts are those raised by scholars with awe-inspiring aura."

As he calmed down his emotions again, he secretly encouraged himself in his heart.

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(End of this chapter)