Reborn as a wolf

Chapter 6 Blood Array Rebirth

The night sinks like water, and the cold moon is like a knife.

The deep night is like a gigantic monster devouring the world. The cold moon hanging high in the sky is exactly the eyes of this monster, watching everything in the world with slanted and violent eyes.

The city lord's mansion in Baima City was brightly lit.

Corpses of officers and soldiers were being cremated one after another, and the blazing flames were like the anger in the chest of the Lord of White Horse City.The lord of Baima City is a bald middle-aged man in his 50s, wearing a purple floor-length gown that symbolizes his nobility. His hands are tucked into the wide cuffs, and his face is gloomy, like a vulture who chooses to eat someone.

No one dared to speak, and silently dragged the corpses of officers and soldiers on the official road to the square for cremation.

Only the raging fire made a "cracking" sound. This sudden and innocent disaster caused heavy losses to the entire Baima City. Many family members of officers and soldiers gathered in the square and did not dare to cry loudly, only dared to sob softly.

Holding a peacock feather fan, a wretched old man with a goatee and a pair of staff attire came to the city lord's ear and whispered something in a low voice. The city lord's gloomy face softened slightly, he turned his head slightly, and said: "He What are the requirements."

"One hundred boys and girls under the age of 13." Goatee whispered.

The bald city lord pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and said: "Okay, but there is one condition. The lord of the city will see him do it with his own eyes. If the matter is successful, the lord of the city will treat him as a guest of honour, and there will be other rewards; if it fails, hum .”

Speaking of this, the bald city lord's eyes became sharp, like the light of a knife, and the meaning was self-evident.

Soon, a strange man who was covered in a black robe from head to toe, only showing two dark green eyeballs, and holding a skeleton scepter appeared in front of the bald city lord.

Holding a scepter with a skull and a human head in his hand, the weird man looked around, with a strange smile, and in a hoarse and low voice, he said slowly: "On the day of ###, on the day of ###, wearing ominous clothes , died tragically, and there is no place to bury him, his soul is lingering in his thoughts, and his hatred and hatred exist, it is wonderful, wonderful."

"City Lord, dare to ask Lingqianjin's birth date?" The strange man asked the bald City Lord with a voice like a poisonous snake spit out a letter.

"Give it to him." The bald city lord glanced at the strange man indifferently, turned his face slightly, and said to the goatee.

Goatee quickly pulled out a parchment scroll from his sleeve and handed it to the weirdo.

The strange man didn't reach out to take it, the parchment in the goatee's hand automatically flew to the front of the strange man and unfolded, and then spontaneously ignited, falling a small pile of ashes on the bluestone floor.

The skeleton scepter in the weird man's hand stood there, as if inserted into tofu. The bottom of the skeleton scepter was more than a foot deep into the bluestone floor. A living sacrifice still needs the hard work of the city lord."

"Bold." The goatee shouted loudly, "The city lord is a man of gold, how can he—"

Before the goatee finished speaking, the bald castellan stopped the words under the goatee with his eyes, and instantly pulled out the long and narrow scimitar hanging from his waist with his right hand, revealing his left hand hidden in the wide sleeve robe, and was about to cut a bloodstain on his wrist.

"City Master, what Pindao wants is not ordinary blood, but hard work. The so-called hard blood is the blood flowing in the heart." The strange man's hoarse voice sounded again.

The corners of the bald city lord's eyes were slightly ###, and he asked suspiciously: "Is it necessary for the city lord to break his belly and dig out his heart? Isn't that a life for another life?"

"No, no." The strange man smiled and said, "Poverty Daoist should come and get it himself."

After finishing speaking, before the bald city lord and the goatee could react, the strange man stretched out his withered palm and slapped the void. The bald city lord had no time to react, and fell to the ground instantly, spurting out a mouthful of blood, which flowed like rivers into the sea. ### Skeleton inhalation on scepter of skull head in bluestone slab.

The guards around the bald city lord drew their swords out of their sheaths and rushed forward with their spears in hand, pointing their swords and spears at this strange man.

"Go back."

The bald city lord paled, struggled to get up from the bluestone floor, wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth with a wide sleeved robe, and looked at the strange man with a blank expression on his face.

"Yes."

The guards put their swords back into their sheaths one after another, and continued their duties just now.

"City Lord, are you okay?" The goatee looked worried, and patted the dust on the robe for the bald City Lord.

"No problem." The bald city lord responded, and continued, "Are the 49 virgins ready?"

"The fairy master has already ordered, and the subordinates are ready." The goatee turned his head and waved to the commander of the guards. At the same time, the commander of the guards nodded slightly, and then 49 guards pressed 49 Shabby-dressed virgins of different ages appeared in the square.

They are all children of poor families.

These children either looked at everything around them in a trance, or looked numb and walking like corpses, or trembled with fear on their faces, or cried loudly and struggled to death.

"There is a Taoist technique in the world of comprehension called 'Duoshe', which can take the soul and rebirth by virtue of mana. Unfortunately, Lingqianjin is not a cultivator, and Huangquan Guizong has a magic technique that can make the dead return to life. Unfortunately, the disadvantages are very serious; even if people Unlike a human, a ghost is not like a ghost, the city lord, do you still want to make a thousand pieces of gold return the sun?" The weird man in the big black robe drew a cruel smile and asked again.

"Disadvantages?" The bald city lord's eyes twitched, and he asked aloud: "Please let the immortal master express it."

"Jie Jie." The strange man smiled again and said, "There are no wonders in the world. In the world of comprehension, in addition to human and demon cultivators, there are also corpse cultivators and ghost cultivators. If Qianjin's corpse is incomplete and torn to pieces, I'm afraid I can't be a corpse." Cultivation, there is only one way left for ghosts to cultivate. And the way of poor Taoism is to turn Qianjin into a life-killing ghost, commonly known as ghosts; , if not, both body and spirit will be destroyed, and you will not enter reincarnation."

The bald city lord gasped, and said in a deep voice, "I ask the immortal master to cast a spell."

"Since the city lord has made up his mind, the poor man won't waste his time talking." The weirdo sneered, and sat cross-legged on the spot, his withered fingers quickly formed seals, his lips moved quickly, and a string of obscure spells spit out at the strange man .

The people around suddenly felt dizzy and listless, gusts of wind came from nowhere, and they felt cold all over their bodies. They all gritted their teeth and shivered.

### The skull on the skeleton scepter in the bluestone slab opens and closes abruptly, as if chanting a mantra together with the actions of a strange person, sometimes laughing strangely, sometimes crying ghostly and howling.

"rise."

The strange man shouted loudly, and 49 virgins born in the lunar year, the lunar month and the cloudy day all flew towards the top of the strange man by coincidence, forming a yin and yang gossip array in the sky, rotating slowly, as the sound of the strange man's spell became louder and louder day by day, Blood flowed from the seven orifices of 49 virgins in Qiqi, and the blood was inhaled by the opening and closing skulls one after another.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The chanting of obscure and difficult spells in the strange mouth became more and more loud, and the virgins of Qiqi49 gradually became bloody people, and the entire Yin-Yang Bagua array was also dyed into a bloody array.

"The big dream is thousands of years old, what year is this eve." The weird man chanted the spell to the highest point, opened his mouth suddenly and spit out a dark green light, and threw the skeleton scepter in the ### bluestone slab to the gossip blood array.

"boom."

The blood formation exploded, and the corpses of 49 virgins who had been sucked into mummified corpses fell one after another, and a naked and seductive girl slowly walked out from the blood mist.

Waterfall-like blue hair, a delicate and flawless face, a neck like a grub, a tall and relaxed chest, hands like catkins, skin like creamy fat, slender white jade legs, and luxuriant feet.

It opened slowly like a gorgeous and beautiful picture scroll, and out of the picture scroll came out a peerless, charming and charming woman.

The bald city lord couldn't help crying, and the goatee hurriedly threw out the red neon dress that the lord's daughter liked the most.

"Congratulations to Miss on her new life." The goatee quickly lowered his head and sang loudly.

The strange man grinned slightly, and took a step back. The tearful, bald castellan noticed the strange man's actions and was a little suspicious, and then involuntarily took a step back.

The peerless beauty showed an alluring smile, walked up to the goatee, and said softly, "Old Mr. Murong, you have worked hard."

"It's not hard, it's not hard. It's a humble job to share the worries of the city lord and the lady." The goatee didn't realize that he was standing in front of the bald city lord and the strange man, not far away, just one step away.

"puff."

The smile of the peerless beauty is still the same, but with a touch of coldness, she suddenly raised her right hand and inserted it into the goatee's chest, with a light grasp, she held the goatee's heart, and then pulled hard, a beating heart It appeared in the hands of the peerless beauty.

This series of actions were all completed in a blink of an eye.

The goatee stared blankly at the beating heart in the hands of the peerless beauty, then looked slightly at his chest, there was blood flowing out, staining the skirt of his clothes, looking at the peerless beauty for some unknown reason, before he died, his mind was full of full of doubts.

"Protect the city lord."

The commander of the guards quickly drew his sword, and jumped in front of the city lord with a vertical leap. The long sword in his hand was trembling slightly, which showed the fear in the commander of the guards.

"Qiangqiang."

All of a sudden, the sound of drawing a sword sounded one after another.

The atmosphere was tense.

The bald city lord stepped back quickly and hid in the crowd, looking at such a strange and dehumanized daughter from a distance, he seemed hesitant and preoccupied.

"Jie Jie."

The strange man gave a strange laugh, and said to the bald castellan who was hiding in the crowd: "City lord, this shortcoming is that Qianjin has to eat people's hearts and replenish her yang energy."

Among the crowd, the bald city lord remained silent.

As soon as the strange man finished speaking, Peerless Beauty threw the heart she was holding into her mouth, chewed it gulply, swallowed it, blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and the originally delicate and flawless face was indescribably horrifying, while chewing Holding his heart, he looked at the guards around him.

The transformation from the peerless beauty to the red-clothed ghost is so abrupt and terrifying.

The strange man took out a quaint thread-bound book from the inside of the large black robe in his arms, and threw it at the red-clothed ghost. The red-clothed ghost grabbed it and glanced at the four-character small seal script on the thread-bound book—— Yinming ghost art.

"After one month, the Pindao Society will come to retrieve the [-] boys and girls that the Pindao deserves."

With a hoarse voice, the strange man said with a strange smile: "The premise is that Baima City has not become a dead city."

"Jie Jie."

After finishing speaking, the strange man went deep into the bluestone floor from bottom to top, until he sank into the top of his head and disappeared.

The balding middle-aged man is like waking up from a dream, and it is too late to regret.

Moments later, ghosts and wolves howling and hoarse screams sounded again in Baima City, and the red-clothed ghost disappeared until the first ray of light fell from the rising sun.