chewing dragon

Chapter 62 Where is My Brother?
As soon as the old woman spoke, the torches on the bars were suddenly extinguished.

Jiao Yulang's face suddenly flushed red, and turned pale again in the blink of an eye, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth immediately.

Although this little boy has a long history of family education, he has just set foot in cultivation, and it is really beyond his power to save such a persistent and resentful ghost as Wan'er.

Qi Jingzhi hastily stretched out his hand, supported the already limp little boy, and helped him to the wall to sit down.

During this period, the white-haired old woman did not make any movements, but stood quietly on the other side of the iron gate, holding the dim bloody solitary lamp in both hands.

Qi Jingzhi straightened up, turned his head to look at the old woman inside the door, and there was a chilling meaning in his empty and misty voice: "Since my heart is so bitter, why not go on with the relationship?"

The old woman chuckled: "Wan'er still has to wait for daddy to come back...he promised that he would not leave his precious girl alone."

"Hmph! You have the body of a ghost, but you have already grown up like this. Your father may have died a long time ago."

"so what?"

The tone of the white-haired old woman turned cold, full of resentment engraved into the bone marrow: "It doesn't matter if you die, the body will decay, the soul will dissipate, but the spirituality will not change. He will always be reincarnated, and he loves money so much, sooner or later Come back here!"

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but be surprised, these things are not something a little girl can know.

But after thinking about it, since Wan'er's father knew how to make silver slaves, he might not be considered an ordinary person. Although Wan'er died at a young age, he had already begun to remember things, so maybe he didn't have some subtle family education.

Qi Jingzhi thought for a while, and asked: "Even if there is such a thing as reincarnation, I don't know when it will be. Even if your father's reincarnation is standing in front of you, are you sure you will recognize it?"

The white-haired old woman froze for a moment, and then became angry from embarrassment: "Then I have to wait too!"

Qi Jingzhi shook his head slowly: "At this time, I don't know how many years have passed since the day of your death. This garden has changed owners several times, and it has been vacant for many years. It has just been bought by a family. No one found it before. That's all, now that the silver cellar has been seen again, do you think you can keep it?"

"Why can't we keep it? With Wan'er and this lamp here, no one can come in!"

The old woman suddenly squeezed her face against the iron window, her eyes were hole-like, and her scars criss-crossed. She was unspeakably ugly and terrifying: "Sister Bai has promised me that the garden above will be left unused forever, and no one will dare to buy it again. I dare not live!"

"Hmph, it seems that the Bai sister you are talking about is not a kind person!"

Qi Jingzhi stopped talking nonsense, and stepped closer to the iron gate. At some point, he had a shining sharp knife in his hand, and it stabbed hard into the hole in the old woman's left eye!
The white-haired old woman let out a sharp and ear-piercing scream, subconsciously dropped the bronze candlestick with both hands, stretched out her hand to draw the knife, and retreated quickly.

The bronze candlestick fell to the ground with a snap, but remained upright. The bloody flame on it stabilized after shaking, and continued to burn silently.

As a silver minion, the white-haired old woman's core is basically silver smell, but its power is greatly reduced by the existence of the spirit mask, and the most difficult blood evil resentment has been used to light the lamp, which is exactly when her body is the weakest. He couldn't dodge the blade in time.

If Qi Jing succeeded in one attack, how could he spare him?

He chased the old woman with his whole arm and stretched it into the iron window. At the same time, he ignited the gas and blood, and poured the energy of washing the wings into the sharp knife with the ears of the cow. He shouted: "Where is my brother?"

Before the words fell, there was a joyous saber-cry suddenly sounded in the tunnel secret room!
The head of the white-haired old woman exploded with a bang, and the dry flesh, blackened bones, and messy white hair splashed everywhere, covering every corner of the silver cellar's dark room.

The headless body did not fall, and stood motionless in place.

The next moment, the bronze candlestick on the floor of the room suddenly glowed with blood, and a strong wind rose from the ground, circling and whistling like a ghost crying.

At this moment, Jiao Yulang, who was already half-dead and leaning against the wall to adjust his breath, struggled to stand up, and said in response: "My brother is here!"

He staggered to Qi Jingzhi's side, snatched the torch from Qi's elder brother, gritted his teeth and said one word at a time: "The light continues, shining down on Jiuyou. Seeing this light, you will be liberated!"

The dazzling nine-color light illuminated the secret room and corridor like daytime, instantly suppressing the bloody light from the bronze candlestick.

It's a pity that this brilliance lasted only a few breaths before Jiao Yulang sat down slumped, his eyelids drooping.

In a daze, Xiaowazi saw the Qi family's elder brother knock down the rusted iron door with three punches and two kicks.

Immediately afterwards, the light blue forehead of the elder brother of the Qi family suddenly burst into light, as if a bright light flew out from the center of his eyebrows, but the clear light was so dazzling that it was impossible to see what was in it.

"Brother is really unfathomable..."

With this thought in Jiao Yulang's mind, he closed his eyes completely, and passed out with great reassurance.

At this moment, Qi Jingzhi had no time to care about Jiao Yulang behind him.

The small bronze mirror that had never greeted him before he appeared was plucked out of the air by him very roughly.

The young man with the bronze mirror in his hand broke into the door, and without hesitation, he pressed his palm on the bloody flame of the candlestick on the ground.

Silently, the blood flames disappeared, the candlesticks disappeared, and all of them were swallowed by the small bronze mirror.

Qi Jingzhi didn't care to take a closer look, and stabbed the headless corpse several times, followed by a flying kick under the blessing of the Minghe method!
The headless body of the white-haired old woman immediately flew backwards, first knocked over the only small table in the dark room, then hit the iron frame behind it with a broken bone, and finally fell to the ground with a plop. It became a fuzzy mass of rotten meat.

"After being beaten like this, you can always be quiet for a while, right? Although they are all called ghosts, this silver gangster is the body that was buried alive and combined with the smell of silver. It is much stronger than those gangsters condensed by tiger evil gone."

Qi Jingzhi grunted, and then he had the time to look at the small bronze mirror in his hand.

On the mirror was a candlestick that was burning with bloody flames. Strangely, the one holding the candlestick tray was no longer the bronze monkey before, but a silver baby girl.

The little girl closed her eyes, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

As usual, a string of small words written with condensed smoke appeared on the small bronze mirror: "The corpse of Yinsha, the stink of silver slaves, and the external blood grievances, gathered together to form a sha, sha dead flames, great cold, bitter taste, slightly poisonous, open to the netherworld. "

Qi Jingzhi suddenly turned his head, carefully looked at the headless corpse in the shape of rotten flesh not far away, and saw that there was no sign of recovery, he couldn't help but suddenly thought: "So it's not a silver gangster but a Yinsha! So this candlestick It is Wan'er's true body!"

The young man suddenly remembered something, fixed his eyes on the little girl's smile in the mirror, and felt mixed feelings in his heart.

"Wan'er said that every night, her father would light the biggest and tallest candle beside the bed, presumably the bronze monkey's candlestick was used at that time... For the little girl, the memory of that kind of peace of mind and happiness is beyond words. It is said to be unforgettable, even if it turns into a silver minion and then a silver ghost, countless years have changed, it is still buried in Wan'er's heart, and it will never be forgotten!"

"Perhaps, it is precisely because of this candlestick that Wan'er was not completely swallowed by the smell of silver and hatred, and still retained a bit of kindness."

"It's a pity that the real Wan'er died a long time ago. No matter how much the little girl resembled her just now, it was just a silver demon born from the corpse after her death, infected by the smell of silver..."

Silently, the small bronze mirror returned to Qi Jingzhi's eyebrows again, leaving a small silver candlestick in his hand.

Qi Jingzhi stared at the little silver girl holding the tray for a moment, then said softly, "Burn!"

As the voice fell, a slightly illusory blood candle appeared on the candlestick tray, emitting a bright red flame like blood.

The blood flame was weak and glistening like a bean, and it could barely envelop Qi Jingzhi.

The young man was illuminated by the blood light, and he never felt the slightest warmth. He only felt icy cold and cold inside.

(End of this chapter)