Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 52 Previous Life
The audience looked at Lin Yao quietly.

He grabbed the veil and lifted it up suddenly.

Under the veil is the face of the Weaver Girl. She raised her head with tears in her eyes.

"My dear, this is so painful for me."

Scarlet blood gushed out of her chest. Lin Yao stood there in a daze, like a mindless walking corpse.

The woman blew gently on the teacup in her hand and took another sip of tea.

The audience turned towards Lin Yao, and the bride in the jar smiled miserably.

"Poor little girl like me, I still can't rest in peace even after death. That heartless man sent me to hell, where I was cut into pieces. Now, with no limbs left, I can only hide in this big jar, hoping that my soul will not be scattered and I can live a new life."

As the bride's opera music sounded, the broken memories in Lin Yao's mind suddenly stopped, and then madly combined together.

He looked at the Weaver Girl in front of him with a dazed look.

She turned into Xiaoqing again.

He saw that he had been bewitched by the old ox and had stolen the Weaver Girl's feathered clothes.

After she agreed to be his wife.

Lin Yao imprisoned her in a cage and made her bleed every day.

He excitedly carried the wooden bucket, which was filled with the blood of the Weaver Girl.

"It's time to farm! It's time to farm!"

He saw himself in his memory with a look of crazy excitement on his face.

The old ox in the cowshed stared at his back, with an incomprehensible light flashing in its cloudy eyes.

He came to his own land and saw the crow standing on the scarecrow, tilting its head and looking at the crazy human in front of it.

"We have a way to survive."

He walked on his own land, and the bodies of his neighbors were piled under his feet.

"this is not me."

Lin Yao spoke dully, then grabbed the shoulders of the Weaver Girl in front of him with both hands.

"Tell me, this isn't me, right?"

"Vega" seemed to be frightened by his sudden madness.

Lin Yao was not aware of her feelings, his eyes were red and he kept asking questions.

"Tell me the truth! I know you're only with me because of the marriage contract. You've been hiding it from me! Tell me! Tell me the truth!"

His arms were covered with bulging veins, and the sword blade wrapped around his arms cut through his flesh.

The smell of blood permeates the air.

Lin Yao seemed to feel nothing.

The memories in my mind continue.

He watered his land with the blood of the Weaver Girl.

In the land piled up by the people he had killed.

"Why? Why are you still dead?"

Lin Yao stood beside the scarecrow, and the crow blinked and tapped his head with its long beak.

The pain made him furious, and he turned around and smashed the barrel in his hand at the crow.

They were frightened by the human's sudden action and flew into the sky.

Circling continuously over this land.

Lin Yao fell to the ground, as if all his strength had been drained away.

He lifted up his clothes, and the familiar lotus mark appeared in Lin Yao's mind.

However, apart from this mark, there was no intact piece of flesh on his chest.

He looked down at his beating heart.

"No, this is not right. The old ox is lying to me! This is not an immortal at all!"

He raised his head and looked at the scarecrow.

The scarecrow made of messy straw wrapped around the old village chief's body.

"Village chief, it will be over soon. When I become an immortal, you will definitely gain immortality! For me, for my sake, please be patient for a while."

He combed the messy straw off the village chief's face.

He moved very gently, fearing to hurt the kind old man who had often taken care of him during his lifetime.

Lin Yao saw himself stumbling back home. When he arrived at the cowshed, he already had a long knife in his hand. "Old beast, you lied to me!"

"I didn't lie to you. I told you everything you were going to do. I also said that the chance of success was only 30%."

The old ox stepped back, but the shackles on its feet prevented it from moving much.

"Didn't you say that you are my future self? Didn't you say that if I followed your instructions, I could ascend to heaven? I poisoned the village well and killed everyone there! Now I've also kidnapped the goddess. What else do you want?"

Lin Yao was breathing heavily and approaching the old ox with a long knife in hand.

The knife flashed, and the old ox lay on the ground, breathing weakly.

"I didn't lie to you. I am your future self, Lin Yao."

“Who still believes you?”

With a flick of the knife, the old ox died in the cowshed.

"There seems to be something in the stomach of this beast?"

After killing the old ox, he could see clearly that the ox's belly was slightly bulging. He had previously thought that it had eaten too much and was fat and strong.

But it was not until it died that Lin Yao finally discovered something was wrong.

He swung the long knife in his hand and cut open the yellow cow's belly.

A man's figure rolled out.

Lin Yao wiped the blood off his face, then fell to the ground in horror, with the long sword falling at his feet.

What rolled out of the old ox's stomach was his corpse.

However, the person in front of him was wearing a bright red wedding dress and holding something in his arms.

He tremblingly pried open "his" arm, and a roll of cowhide-like object fell to the ground.

Lin Yao picked it up, wiped it on his body, and then unfolded it.

My name is Lin Yao. By the time you see this, I may already be dead. Only by marrying the Weaver Girl can you fulfill your wish.

He looked at the words written on the yellow cowhide, and his eyes gradually lit up with more intense madness and excitement.

Lin Yao stood up and kicked the dead ox.

"Old beast, I knew you were hiding something from me."

He looked at "his" body on the ground.

"It's a good material for filling the soil."

Lin Yao put the yellow cowhide in his arms and then dragged his own body.

When passing by the door, the Weaver Girl who was imprisoned in the room by him covered her mouth tightly, suppressing the fear in her heart and not daring to make a sound.

What did she see?
That bastard dragging his own corpse?
After Lin Yao left, Zhinu quietly opened the door and found her neck tied to the beam in the house.

The range of movement is definitely not enough to get out of this small courtyard.

What will happen after you get out?
That person, no, he can no longer be called a person.

In front of the Weaver Girl, he killed all the people in the village with his own hands and buried them in the ground bit by bit.

Even while burying him, he talked about ascending to heaven.

The Weaver Girl came to the cowshed, where there was a strong smell of blood.

The strange old ox was completely dead at this time.

But there seemed to be something pressing under it.

The Weaver Girl walked into the cowshed, bent down and kept groping around.

When she withdrew her hand, a pawn ticket appeared in front of her.

[The Inn of the Rebirth, where the living pawn their goods, and the dead receive no loss, is open to the gods and ghosts of all kinds, and welcomes all who come.]

On the pawning side of the pawn ticket, there was another sentence written.

[Lin Yao used his life to pawn yours and Xiaoqing's.]

There was a bloody fingerprint under the pawn ticket.

"What are you doing here?"

The Weaver Girl was so frightened by the voice that she almost threw away the pawn ticket in her hand.

When turning around to look.

Lin Yao held a long knife.

Stand behind him.

(End of this chapter)