A Different Life as a Demon

Wei Yan comforted, "I'm afraid, of course, but we're adults. Although there are evil things in the city, there are masters guarding them. Powerful evil things can't come in, and those weak evil things can't deal with us, because our spiritual roots are strong, and they can't get close to us. Please Baidu search -"

"Linggen..."

This is the second time that Wang Zhong heard this word from adults.

"No wonder the guests are not afraid of evil things when they go back at night." Wang Zhong said again.

"Yes, kid, you'll know when you're five years old. Everyone has to take the spiritual root test when they're five years old. The better the spiritual root, the longer they live. Your father and I have measured the seventh level spiritual root, which means that our spiritual root is very good, so we're not afraid of evil things in the city."

"Butcher Zhang's two sons tested to level 1 Linggen, which means Linggen is very poor." Wang Zhong asked.

"Your child has a good memory. Speaking of it, those two children are really poor. Good two babies, so good, but..."

"You mother-in-law, what nonsense are you talking about with your children?" Hearing what Wei Yan said, Zhao Dahai hurried into the house.

"I'm not talking to children." Wei Yan hurried.

"How old is the child? If you tell him this, what if you scare him into cowardice and those evil things look for him?"

"Dad, I'm brave and not afraid. Just tell me."

In order to dispel Zhao Dahai's doubts, Wang Zhong took the initiative to say.

"No, this is the rule. The more children know about evil things, the easier it is to find you. Everyone says so." Zhao Dahai sighed, "but since you have encountered evil things, I'll talk to you."

"People who test level-1 Linggen are the worst. They generally don't live to be ten years old..."

Wang Chong's heart clicked. He knew why he couldn't live for 21. I'm afraid his spiritual root test was about level 2.

Zhao Dahai continued, "when you are five years old, you will also test Linggen. Both your mother and I have measured level 7, so you can rest assured that you will follow us."

"Well, have a rest early. The children are scared."

Wei Yan gasped.

Zhao Dahai went to clean up and the family had a rest.

Since then, Wang Zhong has been watched more closely.

You can't go out, you can only move in the backyard, and you can't go in some rooms.

But even so, Wang Zhong also knows the whole layout of their Zhao family.

Next to the street is Jixiang inn. Behind the inn is the backyard, and through the backyard is Zhao mansion.

Zhao's mansion is about the same size as a quadrangle, with three servant girls and a housekeeper.

The housekeeper is old. Because the family is small, he usually helps in the inn.

Speaking of it, the Zhao family is not big. Wang Chong has also entered many rooms, but one room is tightly locked.

This room is an independent small room near the north. The door is very desolate. There is no past at ordinary times. Wang Zhong is very curious about what is hidden in this room, which is actually locked with a lock.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Chong was three years old.

In the past two years, Wang Chong had a good time except that he was not free.

He also learned a lot from his mother. From their mouth, Wang Zhong learned that the world was extremely treacherous.

Although the city is very good and safe, some evil things will happen from time to time. For example, a drowning event occurred in a small Hanoi in the city. Unfortunately, no one knows what happened.

Zhao Dahai is generous and has many assets, so he often buys some peace charms to bless their peace.

On this day, in summer, Zhao Dahai and Wei Yan were out on business, and Wang Chong was taken by a servant girl named Cuicui.

"Sister Cuicui, are you afraid of evil things?" Nothing to do, Wang Zhong asked.

"Why do you ask this?"

"Curious."

"I'm not afraid. The city is very safe."

"What about outside the city?"

Cui Cui thought for a while and shook her head slightly, "I don't know."

For Cuicui's answer, Wang Zhong was not surprised.

In fact, he has asked many people over the years, including the servant girls and housekeepers.

Their answers were the same, saying that the city was safe, but they didn't know anything about the outside of the city.

This is very simple, which means that they have never been out of town.

"Sister Cuicui, why don't you want to go out of town?" Wang Zhong asked.

"Your child doesn't understand. There are too many messy things outside the city. If you run around outside, you will be targeted by evil things."

Wang nodded emphatically, pointed to the independent house in the north, and asked, "what's in that house? Why did my father lock it there? Can I go in and play?"

"It's not good. I'll be scolded." Cui Cui shook her head and said decisively.

"Well."

Wang Zhong didn't insist. In this life, his parents were very kind to him and would never harm him. Since he was not allowed to go in, he believed there must be some reason.

"When I grow up, I can only understand more things if I grow up early."

That night, his parents finally came back, and Wang Chong hurriedly greeted them.

"Mom and Dad, why did you go out all day today?" Wang Zhong asked.

"Hey, butcher Zhang's eldest son died. I didn't expect to die so early." Zhao Dahai sighed.

"What a pity, this is only seven years old. I could have lived to be ten years old, but I didn't expect to survive." Wei Yan is also sighing.

"Master and madam, this is the gold ingot you asked me to prepare." The housekeeper, Uncle Li, came to the door with a small wooden box in his hand.

But he didn't enter the house, but put the wooden box on the ground, because there is an unwritten rule in the countryside. As long as he leaves the door, he can't bring the gold ingots to the dead, or it will be regarded as ominous.

Think about it. It was originally for dead people. It's really not good to take it into the house.

Li Bonian was old, and these rules were clear, so he opened the wooden box directly at the door.

Inside was a pile of folded yellow paper ingots, with a pile of yellow ghost money neatly placed on the side.

At this time, two servants also brought four small paper men.

"Everything is ready." Li Bo respectfully said.

"Well, send it to butcher Zhang. His eldest son is dead, and it's not easy in his heart. Let's say these are my little intentions of Lao Zhao. I hope his son will be down there and be rich." Zhao Dahai sighed.

"Hey, I know, master."

Li Bo picked up the box and told the man behind him, "be careful when taking the villain. Don't touch it."

"I see."

Three people left and went out.

"Dad, how did butcher Zhang's son die?" Wang Zhong asked.

"People of Linggen level all died before they were ten years old."

"I heard you say before that he died about ten years old. Why did he die so early?"

"Ten years old is only the latest limit. If there are other things ahead, you will die." Wei Yan explained, but she frowned herself: "I don't want to see that way of death anymore. It's too miserable."

"Hey, there's no way. Our son will test Linggen in two years. We have to go and see those masters."

"Dad, who are those masters?" Wang Zhong asked.

"Master is the most powerful person in the city. When the time comes, you will test the Linggen, and they will also test it."

With that, Zhao Dahai urged Wei Yan, "come in and take out what the master gave us."

"Uh huh, son, let's go in."

When the three entered the room, Zhao Dahai looked carefully outside, and then closed the door tightly.

At this time, Wei Yan took out a folded paper. She carefully opened the paper, which was a pile of black powder.

"Son, this is what we got for the master. It cost your father onehundred liang of silver." Wei Yan poured a glass of water from the side and handed it to Wang Zhong, "drink these."

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