Sky coffin

I looked at the woman and said, "Don't waste your efforts. She can't hear a word you say."

The woman turned around stiffly and looked at me in disbelief. She asked, "I...what happened to my daughter?"

I replied: "I just said that your daughter has been controlled by this person. If this continues, your daughter will never be born again."

There is no mother in the world who does not care about her children.

The same is true for women, but her love for her daughter is almost paranoid.

After hearing what I said, the woman immediately collapsed on the ground like a deflated rubber ball.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and her nose kept twitching.

I know she wants to cry, but people cannot cry when they are extremely sad.

I sighed slightly and said: "People and ghosts have different paths. If you really care about your daughter, you should let her reincarnate, instead of making her a human or a ghost in this way." exist in this world."

After listening to my words, the woman slowly raised her head, her eyes full of sadness, and asked: "Then...is it still urgent to come now?"

I nodded and replied, "Of course it's urgent."

When this happened to me, I naturally came to help.

I often say something like this.

I am not a saint and cannot help anyone, but I am willing to help those who need help under my sight.

However, as my strength further improved, I also realized that the burden on my shoulders was getting heavier and heavier.

The saint can help others, and the strong can help himself.

I don't know if I will become a saint in the end.

Thinking of this, I stood up, kneaded the secret with both hands, and cast the Heart-Cleaning Mantra.

I stretched out my index finger and gently touched the little girl's forehead.

There was a flash of golden light, and the little girl's originally dull sight gradually recovered.

She looked around blankly and focused her gaze on the woman slumped on the ground.

"Mother……"

The woman's body trembled when she heard this voice. She stood up tremblingly, stretched out her hand, and gently stroked the girl's cheek. Although she couldn't touch it, it was a comfort to her.

Instead of disturbing the last time the mother and son spent together, I focused my attention on the cobbler.

I came to him and said coldly: "Let me ask you for the last time, where are the places where corpses are raised?"

The cobbler was frightened by my actions just now, which also made him experience the feeling of death.

"I...I don't know, I really don't know..."

The cobbler said with a trembling voice.

"I just helped them plant the soul-destroying trees. I really don't know about other things."

Soul-catching wood is an evil thing that controls people's hearts.

What the cobbler does is to help the deceased regain their appearance in life.

And they usually encounter some extremely damaged corpses.

Either arms or legs are missing, and some even have no head. At this time, the cobbler must use dough and other materials to restore the appearance of the deceased.

Some cobblers will also carve them out of wood, and then use the cobbler's secret skills to restore them to their original shape.

And...the soul-stirring wood can not only restore the deceased to their original state, but also control the deceased and turn them into puppets.

I looked at the cobbler carefully. He didn't lie to me, but I couldn't let him continue to live, because such a person didn't deserve to live.