Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Chapter 64

A gust of wind dissipated, the vision above the barren tomb disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

The young Taoist priest holding a black umbrella stood under the golden sun, constantly disassembling the information he just got in his mind.

Some of these images are incomplete, and some are extremely mottled, leaving only a few scenes to distinguish.

In Lu Chen's mind, it was like an accelerated movie scene, speeding past.

The consciousness of the young Taoist priest rises and falls, moves forward, and turns completely with the perspective in the picture, as if experiencing it personally.

……

The quiet bamboo house hidden in the shadows, this place seems to be less populated, not even many birds and animals, it can be seen that there is not much time in the sun.

Behind the bamboo house, there are more than a dozen tombs, large and small, some are new or old, some are piled up with loess, some are made of green bricks, and some of them can faintly reveal the broken "dog meeting head" coffin.

Among the tombs, the two bluestone tombs are the most eye-catching. They seem to have experienced hundreds of years of wind, frost, snow and rain. Four extremely powerful stone sculptures of Tianlu beasts stand in front of the bluestone tombs.

Every morning and evening, the angle of view will sweep away the dust and weeds for the two bluestone tombs, and replace them with brand new sandalwood and tribute fruits.

……

Look around.

The dark and windy alley was extremely quiet. A pregnant woman who was pregnant with Liujia fell to the ground and leaned against the corner, her face was full of tears and she kept begging, her voice was extremely miserable.

The angle of view ignored the miserable cry, pressed forward step by step, and slowly squatted down condescendingly.

The fingers holding the rosary were as sharp as knives, and slowly cut open the pregnant woman's high swollen abdomen with the fingertips. The clothes and flesh were cut into a terrible wound by the fingertips, and the blood burst out in an instant, and the rosary stained with human blood became even more bewitching. different……

Under the light of blood, the wailing of the pregnant woman gradually disappeared.

Those big palm-leaf fans took out a bloody child from the pregnant woman's belly. The child's umbilical cord was still connected to the mother, and the child's body was covered with the mother's blood.

"Wow wow wow..."

There was a burst of children crying in Lu Chen's ears.

From the angle of view, the big cattail fan hands hold the child in their hands, holding it high above the head, and the blood keeps slipping down the gap between the big fingers.

The bright red blood dripped into the eyes, completely dyeing everything outside the viewing angle in red.

But the angle of view does not even blink, it is still hot...

……

In front of the barren grave, the young Taoist priest held on tightly to the handle of the umbrella, and Juli left a clear palm print on the handle.

Lu Chen only felt a fire burning in his heart.

Take a live baby!
The purpose is to keep the resentment between mother and son alive.

It is the most cruel and evil way of refining ghost babies in the world!

……

The perspective changed again.

It was suddenly pitch black in front of my eyes, and I couldn't tell whether it was day or night.

There was no light, no direction, no sound.

The perspective is moving forward in the darkness, holding a wooden box respectfully with both hands, looking extremely devout.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a majestic dark palace suddenly appeared in front of the eyes.

Seeing the palace, the perspective lowered his head even lower.

Lu Chen could only see a cassock and bluestone steps carved with ancient patterns.

After passing dozens of bluestone steps, the angle of view finally climbed to the gate of the palace.

Four huge jade pillars stand on the left and right, and the jade pillars are full of demons and ghosts.

The angle of view did not dare to look too much, and almost buried his head in his chest.

After entering the hall, he fell to his knees with a plop.

Kneeling and crawling forward with knees as feet, dragging the wooden box in his hand high above his head with both hands, not daring to look at it.

The palace seemed extremely quiet, without any life.

From the angle of view, after climbing a hundred steps, I vaguely saw a huge dragon chair.

A python robe hangs down from the end of the dragon chair.

The angle of view was like being struck by lightning, and he stopped suddenly, knelt down on the ground tremblingly, with his forehead pressed against the white jade floor, and the wooden box in his hand was still held high.

A gust of wind swept by, and the hem of the python robe swayed slightly.

Overjoyed at the angle of view, he lowered his head and opened the wooden box.

Among them, the baby from the woman's womb is soaking in blood at the moment.

The baby was no longer breathing or had a heartbeat, but it looked like it was alive, and would suck a few mouthfuls of blood from the wooden box from time to time.

……

The images in Lu Chen's mind stopped abruptly.

These memories were originally mixed with dead souls and demon monks' minds, and the images left by accident have now been cut by folding swords. It is the limit to be able to leave these.

Under the black umbrella, the young Taoist priest slightly opened his eyes with deep eyes.

The palace and python robes in the picture still reverberate in my mind.

The palace looks majestic and extraordinary at first glance, but it is full of ghosts...

Lu Chen looked at the sky, Danfeng's eyes were extremely deep.

"Here, there is actually a ghost king hidden."

The young Taoist muttered to himself.

Right now, the recovery of spiritual power is getting better day by day. From the first appearance of spiritual power, all living beings can open up cultivation methods.

Up to now, the demons and monsters have begun to show their heads.

And what will happen in the future?
"Ugh..."

A murmur of a canine interrupted the young Taoist's contemplation.

Lu Chen turned his head slowly, and Danfeng watched the yellow dog with the tip of the blood stained with blood approaching him step by step.

The yellow dog blocked Lu Chen's way. Regardless of the sinister wounds on his body, he suddenly lowered his forelegs, his hind legs stood upright and his front legs knelt down. He pressed his head to the ground, and his erect dog ears slowly dropped.

The young Taoist priest looked at the kneeling yellow dog and couldn't help but startled: "Do you have something to ask of me?"

"Woooooooo..."

The low whine of the dog was heavier, and a pair of dark eyes looked back at Qianlin full of hope, with tears flickering in the eyes.

"You want me to go with you into the woods?"

Lu Chen's eyes were a little surprised, the yellow dog in front of him was not an elf, but an ordinary dog, and it could be so understanding of human nature.

"Wang!"

The yellow dog's eyes trembled, and he stood up from the ground in a jerk, and ran towards the shallow forest in a very hasty manner. After running a few steps, he still didn't forget to look back at Lu Chen.

……

The shallow forest was not big, and Lu Chen followed the yellow dog at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing that he was about to jump out of the shallow forest, he vaguely saw a figure hanging under the crooked neck tree not far away.

A man who hanged himself.

Dressed as a farmer, the thick hemp rope has already strangled the man's neck, and the blue-purple tongue sticks out, but it is not like the one or two foot long tongue in the film and television works.

The iron-blue face was still stained with dried tears, the toes were hanging three or two centimeters above the ground, and the arms were hanging by the side. The body was already stiff.

The fingertips of the index finger and middle finger of his right hand were bloody and bloody, and the crimson blood had scabbed over.

A roll of blood-stained white cloth was tightly held by the man in his left hand.

Seeing its owner again, the yellow dog let out a mournful cry, and two lines of tears rolled down its eye sockets.

Squatting beside the master, rubbing his head against the master's thigh, touching the man's right hand with the tip of his nose from time to time, as if he wanted to wake up the master.

But the corpse was already cold, so there would still be a reaction.

Zhou Zai still has a faint yin energy left, which is exactly the same as the yin energy of the scar on the yellow dog's body.

Lu Chen stretched out his hand, and the man's clenched left hand slowly loosened, and the blood-stained white cloth flew into the young Taoist priest's hand.

Slowly unfolding the white cloth, the cloth was stained red with blood, and lines of distorted and blurred large characters lay before Lu Chen's eyes.

"Xiaomin Cao Er, sue the city god of the underworld here..."

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Late update, today's update is behind!

Thank you parents for your understanding. Seeing your understanding this morning, I burst into tears!

(End of this chapter)