Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

The smile on her face also converged to come down, hang Mou to look at the hand that Cheng Xiu puts on the knee, still have the leg that he crosses.

Rong Shen is familiar with Cheng Xiu's habits. He knows that he can't cross his legs, let alone sit and sleep cross legged. His hand on his knee, though exhausted by sleeping, still maintains a vague posture.

A kind of French seal.

Rongshen's eyes flashed with dark light. She thought of Cheng Xiu in the painting.

Although he seems to have found something extraordinary, Rong Shen doesn't wake Cheng Xiu up. After putting him flat, he covers him with a quilt. Then he sits down against the carriage wall and thinks about things with his eyes down.

The Sanskrit sound just now probably came from Cheng Xiu.

In the first painting I met before, according to Cheng Xiu himself, it was a monk with the face of an adult Cheng Xiu.

Rong Shen had guessed before, maybe the painting is a certain life of Cheng Xiu.

Now it seems that her conjecture has been confirmed.

Cheng Xiu was a monk or an eminent monk in his life. Otherwise, he couldn't pass so many ghosts. I'm afraid that Cheng Xiu in that life would be able to fly to the West and become a Buddha.

In other words, he himself is a Buddha, but I don't know why he lost his body and soul. He fell into reincarnation and became a fool.

The painted ghost must have known Cheng Xiu and had a long history. As a ghost, he dares to paint Buddha. It's not too bold to say that ghost is too big.

In other words, Rong Shen is not afraid of Sanskrit sound and rune array, but he does not dare to draw Buddha easily with his own strength.

I'm afraid the Buddha drawn is also a ghost Buddha, not a compassionate one, but a slayer.

Rong Shen narrowed his eyes slightly, and a strong interest flashed through his eyes.

She was suddenly very interested in Cheng Xiu's past, just like her own

If you want to know Cheng Xiu's past, all she has to do is find out the painted ghost.

The carriage wandered down the mountain. Rong Shen slept with his eyes closed. The village, which was left behind by the carriage, was quiet again. There were no clouds or ghosts.

As for the remaining people in the village, Rong Shen didn't care what they would do.

The villagers who have been killed are all taken away by evil spirits. The rest of the villagers have witnessed the Revenge of their companions by evil spirits. If they have a sense of awe, they will not do what they did before.

At the moment, in the yard where Rong Shen borrowed before, the sleepy woman woke up a long time ago. She also witnessed those ghosts demanding their lives. She knew that the man was dead.

Killed by the ghost of the unborn child.

No one will insult her or beat or scold her any more. She will be free as long as she takes off the chain on her feet.

But the woman just sat on the bed, indifferent, after a long time, she suddenly chuckled, laughing while leaving a full face of tears.

After a long time, a fire broke out in the courtyard. The fire was very strong, and no one came to put out the fire. Soon, the courtyard was burned clean.

After some time, no one came, and there was a heavy snow on the mountain. The snow buried the ruins together with a burnt corpse in the ruins.

The carriage went down the mountain before dark. There was no one else at the foot of the mountain. Late that night, the carriage entered the city through the closed gate.

Cheng Xiu is still asleep.

Rong Shen knows that this is because of the Sanskrit sound. Cheng Xiu is just an ordinary person in this life, and those Sanskrit sounds should be the things that Cheng Xiu imprinted in his soul. He doesn't know why he was awakened. Maybe he felt a strong resentment, maybe it was for other reasons.