A Different Life as a Demon

As the words of the two masters fell, the Yellow talisman in their hands also emitted golden light.

This is not a special effect, magic, but a real appearance in front of everyone.

Wang Zhong realized that the plane he was in was really much more strange than the previous plane.

Then the two masters took the rune paper and walked in front of each child. Every time they passed by a child, the rune paper in their hands would light their forehead.

After a light touch, a faint light mass was left on their foreheads.

After finishing it, disciples came up again. Each of these disciples carried a black jar in his hand, but the jar was covered with black cloth and he couldn't see what was inside.

"Well, the spirit root talisman has been activated. Next, put your hands into the jar in front of you. Remember, don't look inside, otherwise you'll be blind. Don't blame me for not reminding."

Master Bai Muran reminded.

Then, one by one, the children went to the side of the jar and put their hands in it.

The black cloth on the jar was tightly covered, leaving only a small opening, and young hands stretched into the jar, but there was no discomfort.

Several of the children wanted to move around and were immediately scolded by master Bai.

Everyone looked nervously at the scene on the stage, because everyone knew that the next step was to decide the future development of these more than 40 children.

"Hum..."

Suddenly, the white light on a child's forehead gradually dispersed, but left a small group of words.

"Four."

The font condensed for a while and gradually dispersed.

"It's four, not good or bad, go down." Master Wu drank lightly.

The child turned pale and got off the stage blankly.

Then his parents hugged him and comforted him: "don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Linggen is level 4, not too bad."

"But I can't live for forty, sobbing..."

Then, the children on the stage showed numbers on their foreheads.

"My number is seven, hahaha, good, good..."

"Mine is five. Hey, although I can't live fifty, it's not bad..." someone comforted himself.

"Mine is three, why, why is it like this..." someone wailed, in great pain.

The number three means that you can't live beyond thirty. If such a person doesn't have a childhood friend, no one is willing to marry a short-lived person.

Wang Zhong noticed that the Linggen numbers of sun Daniu and Lin Wu were both seven.

"Haha, my son Daniel is indeed endowed with longevity." Sun Daniu's father laughed and was very proud.

Lin Zhou also clapped his hands and laughed: "level seven, it's level seven. I said my little dance is blessed."

"Lao Lin, Lao sun, congratulations." Zhao Dahai arched his hands and sincerely congratulated the two families.

"Haha, I'll give a dinner for my Daniel in the evening, and you can come and join me." Sun Daniu's father shouted happily.

"You're in such a hurry, I'll change it to tomorrow." Lin Zhou laughed.

Lin Wu also jumped off the stage at this time, holding his head up happily, "I used to be so old, and I was very happy at level five."

"You child, who doesn't want to live a few more years." Wei Yan laughed.

"But old, so ugly, it's boring to live so long." Lin Wu said.

"This child, pure nonsense, go home." Linzhou happily picked up Lin dance.

The three families walked back happily. Wang Zhong noticed a rule at this time. Level 4 is a watershed. There are many people above level 4.

On the contrary, there are few people below level 4.

This time, only two boys are level 3 spiritual roots, and level 1 and level 2 are particularly rare.

But there are almost no people with Linggen reaching level 8.

Next, sun Daniu's father set up several tables at home to feast the guests.

Wang Zhong suddenly felt very similar to the college entrance examination. He did well in the college entrance examination. Isn't it the same to invite a few tables of relatives and friends? Are you happy together.

But what's different is that if the spiritual root is measured low here, it means it doesn't live long.

That night, many people came, and Wang Chong was naturally led by Mr. and Mrs. Zhao Dahai.

"Congratulations, grandson, your two sons Linggen have measured well. Congratulations. You can have more drinks tonight." As soon as Zhao Dahai passed by, he shouted with a smile.

Sun Daniu's father Sun Wu hehe said with a smile, "sit with Lao Lin and have a few drinks at night."

"OK."

Just sitting over, Zhao Dahai found that old Lin was already there, but he just wanted to say hello. Lin Zhou quickly waved his hand and motioned Zhao Dahai not to speak.

Then he leaned over and whispered, "another table, Lao Zhang, is also here. Next to him is his second son."

Wang Zhong also looked at it. Unlike others, Lao Zhang and his son were not very happy at that table.

This old Zhang also knew that it was butcher Zhang whose two sons were measured to be level 2 Linggen.

Not long ago, his eldest son died miserably, leaving only a second son. It's strange that Lao Zhang can be happy to see that other people's spiritual roots are so high.

"Hey, Lao Zhang's son has only a few years left to live. Hey, you don't look ill and disaster free. Why is your life so short?" Zhao Dahai glanced over there and sighed.

While the adults were chatting, Wang Chong walked down.

He wanted to see what the so-called short-lived people were like.

Just just walked over, Lin Wu, the girl, didn't know where she came out, grabbed Wang Chong and said, "Why are you going?"

"Just walk around."

"I think you should go to the short life child. Remind you not to go."

"What's the matter?" Wang Zhong frowned slightly.

"Didn't you find that there was no one sitting next to the family? It's said that the short-lived people are unlucky. If you go there, it will infect you."

Wang Chong raised his eyebrows. No wonder he didn't see anyone sitting next to the Zhangjia. Ganqing's family has become the God of plague.

However, if he did not pass, he could not tell the difference between the so-called short-lived people and long-lived people. He vaguely felt that a person who was not sick and disaster could not die for no reason.

If this person dies because of short life, there must be a reason.

Since he didn't die of illness, in Wang Zhong's view, there are only two possibilities.

1： Curse. 2： The evil thing killed this man.

Thinking of this, Wang Chong's back cooled. If he cursed, he cursed everyone. Whose curse would be so severe.

And evil things, that's even more strange. After so many short-lived people died, no one found evil things?

"Lin Wu, please play while I look around."

In Wang Zhong's view, Lin Wu was just a child, so before Lin Wu responded, he walked towards the Zhangjia father and son.

Zhang Yundong is a famous butcher in the city. His family has many cattle, pigs and sheep.

There may be more animals killed. There is a murderous smell and a bloody smell on his body.

Although his son Zhang Liang is only seven or eight years old, he has been eating meat and drinking wine at a young age, as if there were no one else.

"Son, eat more if you can." Zhang Yundong whispered to Zhang Liang.

"Well, I understand."

When Zhang Liang finished speaking, he saw a four-year-old child sitting aside, which made him stunned.

You know, since his short life was measured, his former playmates saw him as if he had met the God of plague. This is the first time someone is willing to sit at a table with him.

Naturally, it was Wang Chong who sat over. He grabbed a chicken leg and ate it.

"Kid, it's unlucky to sit in this seat. Your parents will scold you. Go away." Zhang Yundong said in a low voice.

"Anything unlucky is fake. There must be a solution to the so-called short life." Wang Zhong said.

Zhang Liang was stunned, and then shook his head silently. He thought that Wang Chong, a child, was not sensible and was talking nonsense.

"Zhang Liang, if you don't dislike it, can you give me a pulse?"