Spiritual recovery?It doesn't matter, I will speak out!

Chapter 12 Merit Converter

Aiming at the characteristics of grimaces, Jiang Chuan almost automatically generated a very coherent and aggressive discourse without thinking.

There is no doubt that at this moment, Jiang Xi is synonymous with all low-quality and low-morality in the world.

As an elite member of the middle class, Su Feng had never heard such a well-founded statement, which completely refreshed his three views.

Why Two-dimensional must be killed by the car?Why is it the disabled who bully the weak and fear the strong?Why are the relatives of the lamp gods criticizing gods?

Wait, these don't seem to matter, who the hell is he talking to?
Looking at Su Feng's ignorant eyes, Jiang Lan didn't have time to explain, he stared at the grimace, waiting for the right time to come.

Whether it is the aggressiveness of words or the injection of malice, he has already pulled it all out. He doesn't want to let this grimace fall down as easily as the assassinated Fang Yihang, but only hopes that it can be deterred by himself.

As long as the ghost face showed such a momentary stagnation, he would have time to go around the ghost face and snatch the bronze statue.

Although I don't know if this bronze statue is the Achilles' heel of Grimace, but as the utensils that Grimace lives in, I don't need to think about it. There must be some connection between them. Grimace method.

Jiang Pai's attack was colorless and invisible, and even he himself could only judge whether it had any effect by the reaction of the attacked, so he was always vigilant, and he was half-squatting and running.

Either run to the bronze statue quickly, or leave Su Feng and his son behind and run away!

If you don't succeed, you will become a cowardly fighting lizard!

However, there are nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life, and the direction of things often does not go in the direction of development predetermined by people.

The grimace didn't stay in place, but it didn't attack Jiang Xi as if it had no effect.

Instead, he screamed, and then retracted the bronze statue as if he had seen a ghost.

Not only the grimace itself, but also the black air that filled the entire villa was included in the bronze statue along with the grimace.

There is a feeling that the high school students who are in a mess in the self-study class see the head teacher from a distance, and then rush back to the classroom in groups to pretend to be children.

This embarrasses Jiang Chou, who is facing an enemy.

"It shouldn't be. Am I so awesome?"

He straightened up slowly and frowned: "Or is this grimace from the coward family?"

Here Jiang Xi was thinking, while Su Feng was full of horror: "What was it just now? I seem to hear something screaming next to my ear. It's heart-piercing. It's so scary!"

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just an ordinary ghost that you can't see that killed your father."

Jiang Sang comforted without regard to other people's feelings.

Su Feng was stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned red, but soon reason prevailed over anger, and he asked with fear in his resentment: "Ghost? Did you mean the ghost that killed my father? Where is it?" ?”

"I chased it back to the bronze statue, so it should be fine. Don't look at me like that. Your dad told me that this bronze ghost is rather shy, and it can't stand being scolded by others."

Seeing that Su Feng's expression gradually became suspicious, Jiang Lan quickly changed the subject:
"Go and see how your son is doing."

"Oh yes, my son." Su Feng ran to the boy. He was not stupid. After Su Dayong died, he put the bronze statue on the top of the study cabinet with his own hands. His son had no reason and no way to take the bronze statue Take it and put it on your own pillow, and there is no one else in the room, which is enough to explain a lot of problems.

And it was so noisy just now, his son was not woken up from the beginning to the end, which is also very strange.

Strange to say, after Jiang Xi said it was all right, the boy woke up by himself as soon as he got to the bedside and before he called his son.

As soon as he woke up, his little mouth suddenly became puckered, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"Dad! There's a ghost in the house! Just now a big, big ghost came out of Grandpa's bronze statue and sucked something on me. I can feel him, but I can't move at all! Grandpa must have been like this too, Otherwise, I wouldn't have died suddenly! Dad, will I die too, I don't want to die!"

Su Feng hugged the boy in his arms, but still had lingering fears in his heart. If he came back later, he might not know what would happen.

Hearing the boy's description, Jiang Xi found it amusing, and couldn't help but say, "It's insulting you, no, according to the rules of the Jianghu, baby carriages are not allowed."

Only then did the boy realize that there was another person in the bedroom. He wiped away his tears with the sleeve of his pajamas, and looked at Jiang Sang timidly.

Jiang Xi looked at the boy, then at Su Feng: "Little friend, did you just see a grimace that looked like a skull, with a wall as big as a wall, and green lights in its eye sockets?"

"Uncle, how do you know?" The boy raised his red face and asked curiously.

Jiang Lan gave Su Feng a meaningful look, and smiled without saying a word.

Su Feng understood that his son could not be a trustee, that is to say, there was indeed a ghost in the family, and he just saved his son's life by turning the tide.

He didn't believe what Jiang Pity said about how to deal with ghosts, but although he was very curious about whether Jiang Pity had any secrets, he also knew that he had helped him so much and had saved his life. It would be better not to overstep too much.

"Brother Jiang Chuan, I...I really don't know how to thank you."

"Hey, you're welcome, we are destined, there is no need to talk about thank you, just talk about yuan."

With that said, Jiang Xi went to the bedside, picked up the bronze statue the size of a Coke bottle, and weighed it:

"I'll take this away. After I take it away, there should be no more problems. If it still doesn't work, just contact me again."

At this time, Su Feng had completely believed in Jiang Chou, patted his chest and said: "Brother Jiang Chou, you can give me whatever you want in the future, and you don't have to refuse. My son's life can't be exchanged for anything. of!"

"It's not so exaggerated, it's easy to do, my high quality does not allow me to see people in need and not lend a helping hand, this is what I should do."

Jiang Xie rubbed the boy's head, and the boy didn't dodge, but smiled at him affectionately.

"Let's go, take the child to send his grandpa off for the last time."

In the Los Angeles Cemetery, Jiang Xi leaned against a tree and watched Su Dayong's ashes being buried from a distance. Su Feng's family hugged each other and wept into tears, and smiled self-deprecatingly:
"It's better than me. No one cares about life, no one cares about death, and there is no need to cry so ugly at someone's funeral."

He symbolically raised the bronze statue in his hand towards Su Dayong's grave from a distance:

"Old man, you didn't cause trouble for me. I followed the agreement and settled this thing. You can die well. Don't be caught by me and run out of the grave to give yourself a holiday."

I don't know if Su Dayong heard Jiang Xi's words, some golden light spots escaped from the urn and floated towards Jiang Xi.

Jiang Xi narrowed his eyes: "This is merit."

Thinking of the monk saying that after becoming a quack warlock, he would be able to resolve disasters and gain merits, Jiang Lan opened his arms and said excitedly: "Come on! Merits! Post with me as much as you want!"

But still the same sentence, nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life, Jiang Xi watched helplessly as Gongde cleverly avoided him and scattered on the ground under his feet.

Before he could react, the bronze statue in his hand was filled with black light, and forcefully sucked out the merits that should have fallen into the ground, and absorbed them all.

Jiang Xi was dumbfounded: "You are really not picky eaters!"

What Jiang Lan didn't expect was that the bronze statue spit out some light spots, except that the light was black, full of evil thoughts and resentment, almost no different from merit.

Compared with the pure and shy merits of the girls next door, these light spots are more like a bunch of sluts who have lost their heads, and they shot straight into Jiang Xi's body at the speed of dodging.

"Fuck, what the hell are you plotting...huh?" Subconsciously, Jiang Chuan thought that the bronze statue was attacking him, but realized something was wrong.

Because just when he wanted to attack the bronze statue fiercely, he suddenly found that his control over evil thoughts seemed to be easier, and the maliciousness that could be injected into the attack had also greatly increased.

In other words, not only was he not harmed, but he seemed to have become stronger?
Can't absorb merit, but can absorb evil thoughts?

Can this bronze statue convert merits into power that he can absorb to help him practice?

Realizing this, Jiang Chuan always felt that he would go further and further on the road of owing Buddha's merits.

He looked at the bronze statue in his hand and fell silent.

"Evil skills, evil arts, and now I even have evil weapons that can help me practice. If it breaks, I seem to have really become an evil cultivator!"

(End of this chapter)