The fruit of killing life

Chapter 3 Si Ming's Life and Death Book, Summoning Generals to Send Yama!
The book in the depths of consciousness opened on its own, and on the title page appeared a majestic ghost with three heads and six arms, wearing a crown and sitting on a cloud of blood.

Each of the six arms holds a magic weapon, with a dragon head on the left shoulder, a tiger head on the right shoulder, and a faceless human head wearing a crown and thick horns in the middle.

Although the appearance is hideous and terrifying, when Wang Yuan saw him for the first time, he couldn't help feeling an infinite sense of security in his heart.

Just because: "The green dragon on the left and the white tiger on the right, the old cow is on the waist, the god blocks and kills the god, and the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha!"

next moment.

"The book of life and death, commanding generals to send Yan Luo——!"

A shout like Huang Zhong Dalu's in his ear shocked him.

Fu Zhi's eyes fell on the handprint that the ghost pinched on his chest subconsciously, and subconsciously stood up with one hand and pinched out an identical handprint.

The ghost king is coming to the altar!
Just hearing a majestic roar of the tiger, the three ghosts and gods jumped up from the title page.

In an instant, the divine light in Wang Yuan's eyes was blazing, mottled tiger stripes appeared on his cheeks, and even the word "king" faintly appeared in the middle of his forehead.

The temperament of his body also changed suddenly, the hunting instinct in his bones was revived, cold and ferocious, like a fierce tiger coming out of the forest.

He felt that his consciousness was pulled away, and he instantly became a third-party perspective on the sidelines. He could only exert influence on his body, but he could no longer fully control it.

Whoosh!
The body was ejected from the ground like a spring, and the feet exerted force, and the hair wrapped around the feet was easily broken.

Wang Yuan could clearly feel that his strength hadn't increased in the slightest.

But there is a cool breath flowing in the body, which quietly eliminates the strange force of [weird] that makes people defenseless, and the hair as a carrier immediately becomes no different from rotten grass.

Without any hesitation, Wang Yuan roared angrily and rushed towards that [weird] body, with a gust of wind gusts around him, like a fierce tiger with eyes that is eager to devour.

The Wang family, the guardian of the tomb, passed on literature and martial arts to his family. Most of the clan members have martial arts, and Wang Yuan is no exception.

What's more, when his main consciousness is asleep, he looks stupid but has a simple mind, his strength is astonishing without any distractions, and his martial arts advancement is far beyond ordinary people.

It is very painful for a fool to beat someone, which is why.

Before he was 15 years old, he had already practiced the [White Tiger Art of War] recorded in Wang's family biography "36 Books of the Martial Arts Volume [-]" to the first level [Flesh and Bone Foreign Minister] Xiaocheng.

Strong outside, tendons like bowstrings, bones like fine steel, 630 nine-pack muscles stretch freely like living things;
The inner body is strong, the blood is bright red and full of vitality, the internal organs are monolithic, and traction fascia is formed with strength when exhaled and inhaled.

Looking at the world, even though they are not top-notch, it is extremely easy to take down a few strong men who can only use their strength.

One step of "crossing the tiger and climbing the mountain" killed the unresponsive female ghost.

Clasping her hands together like an iron hammer, she beat out fiercely, venting all the strength in her body on her chest.

[White Tiger Art of War Yinhu Hugyin]

Boom!

The originally irresistible 【Strange】at this moment was thrown out like a rag doll, hit the altar and fell to the ground with a plop.

Wang Yuan couldn't help wondering, after getting rid of the incomprehensible supernatural power, this female ghost is not stronger than an ordinary woman?
And slow to respond, worse than a village woman.

He strode to catch up, knelt down and pressed her back, raised his fist and smashed it hard on the back of her head.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
The fresh air in the fist peak circulated back and forth, disintegrating layer by layer the strange force protecting the female ghost.

After the three powerful punches, the [weird] exploded into a spray and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a small piece of crystal-like skull fragments in place.

Wang Yuan didn't stop, he got up and slapped the "Book of Corpse Accounts" on the altar with all his strength.

The indistinct sound of chanting sutras stopped abruptly, and the burnt-yellow "Story Account Sutra" twisted and turned into a piece of clean leather that was as white as a girl's skin.

This [creepy thing] seemed to have been easily slapped to death by his refreshing palm.

Picking up the skull with one hand and the leather with the other, two lines of words immediately appeared in Wang Yuan's heart:
"Strange bone, it weighs two, two or three dollars."

"Sneaky, it's worth one or two dollars."

A cold smile slowly appeared on Wang Yuan's tiger-striped face. Under the dim light, it looked more like "weird" than "weird".

then.

"I can't stop talking!"

In the helpless resistance of the main consciousness, the body that acted completely on instinct actually stuffed them into its mouth, chewed them twice, and then ate them raw.

Unexpectedly, although the origin of this thing is hard to explain, the taste is actually very good!

The sly bone tastes like a cartilage sturgeon arowana, and the sly skin tastes like fat but not greasy elbow skin, which is really memorable.

"It's so fragrant!"

Wang Yuan licked his lips subconsciously, only to realize that he had taken over his body again, and the tiger stripes on his body had quietly disappeared.

At the same time, a hot current surged up in the abdomen, nourishing the blood of the whole body to make it stronger and stronger.

Staring at the fists that he had just killed [Strange], his eyes became brighter and brighter:
"The seal of the ghost king's altar? The book of life and death? Killed a [weird] with three punches?"

In a world full of all kinds of ghosts and ghosts, and even all kinds of unsolvable [weird], what can give people a sense of security more than cheating fingers?

Although the [Ghost King's Imprint on the Altar] did not directly give Wang Yuan great power, it gave him the possibility to break the situation violently when facing [Strange].

Other mortals can only passively abide by the [weird] rules of the game, life and death are up to them, and they can even choose between early death and late death.

But for Wang Yuan, there is a third option.

That is - kill it!

Of course, the premise is that after removing the difference in power, you can really beat it.

He didn't believe that all the [weird] were the same as this ugly monster today.

After calming down, Wang Yuan sat back on the altar again and began to seriously study the "Little Book of Life and Death".

Perhaps it was stimulated by [Strangeness], this mysterious book that had been hidden in his body for an unknown amount of time finally opened its arms to him at this moment.

After concentrating his consciousness on the cover, the pages of the book immediately started flipping, turning over the title page painted with sitting statues of ghosts and gods, and another text appeared.

[Records Book Master B: Wang Yuan

Birthplace: Daling Village, Guhuaiao, Beimang Mountain, Luoyang Prefecture, Junzhou

Responsibilities: Preparing tomb guards at the Luoyang King's Tomb on Beimang Mountain
Age: 14 years and 330 days

Shouyuan: *****
Out of phase: no
Fate: 7, White Tiger

(The year, month, day, and hour of birth in the four-pillar horoscope, each with the heavenly stems and earthly branches, form eight characters in total, and form a four-pillar natal chart.

Born with evil spirits and strong horoscopes, there is no one in a million! )
Luck: -6, black clouds over the top, three fires (Fu, Lu, Shou) will be extinguished, big ominous!

Destiny: 1. Rafting a duckweed in a sea of ​​bitterness, the sound of spring rain on a decaying tree, and strong winds when things are not going well.

(Note: It is a miracle that the unlucky ghost who is rare in the world can survive till now)
Cultivation level: "Martial Arts of War" first stage "Flesh and flesh external appearance" Xiaocheng'inner strong'; Taoism has not yet been introduced.

Yin virtue: 752+243 (weird) +87 (weird)]

Even though Wang Yuan had guessed the function of "Little Book of Life and Death" in advance, his face still turned dark when he saw the instructions above.

'I'm so unlucky, I'm really sorry for you! '

It took him a while to reorganize his mood, decided not to follow this book, and began to explore the meaning behind each chronicle.

Whether he is unlucky or not, even a blind person can tell, the key question now is how to rely on this treasure to save his own life.

Soon, Wang Yuan discovered that apart from Shou Yuan, who was temporarily invisible.

As long as he concentrates on reading this page of chronicles, the corresponding notes will automatically appear in his mind, and he has adjusted the content very thoughtfully according to the reading habits of the book owner.

Among them, "out of phase" refers to inborn out of phase.

Legend has it that the Buddha had 32 phases and [-] traits, and many famous people in the past also had [eyes with double pupils], [arms over knees], [eagles see wolves] and so on.

And each different phase has a corresponding magical ability.

Obviously, Wang Yuan has nothing but handsome in this life.

From then on, "fate" refers to the innate horoscope pattern composed of four pillars and eight characters; "qi luck" refers to a person's great fortune.

From time to time, heaven and earth use their strength together, and heroes are not free when they are transported away.

The combination of "fate" and "luck" is called fate, and together determine the ups and downs of a person's life, due to fate.

For ordinary people, after birth, the horoscope of the date of birth is fixed, and the "fate" cannot be changed, but the "luck" can be urged.

According to Wang Yuan's understanding, "fate" can be regarded as a car, and "luck" can be regarded as a road. There are good cars and broken cars, and roads include Kangzhuang Avenue and mountain trails.

Even if a broken car is driven on the Kangzhuang Avenue, it is possible to achieve a small achievement, but a good car will inevitably suffer a lifetime of hardships on the mountain trails.

Just like himself, he obviously has a good car (the white tiger is holding the momentum), but runs on the most rugged path (-6, dark clouds over the top, three fires are about to go out, big danger).

This is naturally because the [Strange] crisis has been lifted temporarily.
But as long as the patriarch Wang Yunhu and the sorcerer behind him are still there, troubles will follow, and the crisis will intensify until Wang Yuan dies.

However, Wang Yuan, who has studied "Little Book of Life and Death", is no longer as helpless as he was at the beginning.

Staring at the last item in the annals, "Yin De", which is also the core competence of "Little Book of Life and Death", the smile on his face could no longer be suppressed:
"The yin and virtue are realized, the book of life and death is ordered, and the general is sent to Yan Luo! That's how it is."

Stretching out his hand, he lightly wiped his "clouds overwhelming" [Qi Luck].

In the early morning of the second day, there was a light rain in the sky.

Bang!
The gate of the ancestral hall, which was closed in the middle of the night, was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

His clothes were stained with incense ash, his hair was disheveled, and his cheeks still had traces of floor tiles. He stumbled out like Wang Yuan who had slept on the ground all night.

Muttering to himself with blank eyes:

"Like a man, like a fish"

"You look like a human, you really look like a human, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"."

In the eyes of others, the young man was just in a daze in the past, but he seemed to have gone completely crazy overnight.

He just walked in the rain without knowing it, and his clothes were soaked in a short time, which made people feel sad.

In a doorway next to the ancestral hall.

Patriarch Wang Yunhu picked up the blue and white porcelain tea bowl, took a sip of the freshly brewed Longjing, stared at Wang Yuan's back and sighed:
"Oh, it's a pity, Brother Yuan."

He said it was a pity, but seeing Wang Yuan's current appearance with his own eyes, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The big picture is set!

When encountering [weird] and dying, everyone avoids it for fear.

No matter how deep the legacy of Wang Yuan's parents and grandparents is, no one would take the risk of getting involved in [Strange] to come here to investigate the truth.

Wang Yunhu passed Wang Yuan's miserable back and looked up at the mountainous Beimang Mountain in the rain.

'Although the bait is used, it doesn't matter whether it is alive or dead.

But it saved me a lot of trouble that this little brat didn't die directly in the ancestral hall. Next, as long as he is sent to King Yili's mausoleum, the rest will be up to Ge Daoye.

A thousand acres of fertile land?

How do you short-sighted fools know that ten thousand acres of fertile land is nothing compared to that thing?
Hey, King Yili!The Tomb of the Owl God!And that... can't be said. '

Wang Yunhu, who was fiery in his heart, winked at the two helpers beside him, who nodded in agreement, and quickly chased after Wang Yuan.

(End of this chapter)