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The little ghost regretted asking, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity. He really hadn't talked to anyone for a long time.

Shi Yi said with a melancholy tone: "If we count the time, he hasn't been born yet."

Does she want to hear what she is saying?

The child ghost stared with dead fish eyes, with a speechless face: "...If you don't want to talk, don't talk!"

Shi Yi sighed: "You don't understand my sadness, just like the day doesn't understand the darkness of the night."

Child ghost: "..." I don't understand! What kind of son is an unborn son? Do you think he is easy to fool because he is a child? After all, he is a hundred years old now!

The kid stamped his feet in annoyance: "Hurry up, at this speed, everyone will be dead by the time you get there!"

His two short legs turned into black shadows, floating in the air.

The blacksmith followed at a trot, holding the calf in his arms, his back wet with sweat.

The child ghost glanced back and saw Shi Yi strolling leisurely, his one step pushing several of their steps, and it seemed as if the ground was shrinking.

Who is she?

Could it be that he is really a god? !

The little ghost boy was somewhat confused and doubtful.

He has been a ghost for so many years and has heard from ghosts who died early that many years ago there was a sect of Taoist priests who could catch ghosts and exorcise demons. They were so powerful in Taoism that they could easily beat ghosts to pieces!

Although the Tianshi sect was lost for unknown reasons later on, it gave these ghosts more living space and they no longer had to worry about being beaten to death.

So from the moment Shi Yi appeared, he thought she was the lost heavenly master.

However, this ability to shrink the earth into an inch was obviously beyond his limited knowledge of being a master of heaven... He was actually like a god.

The ghost kid was confused, but soon his attention fell on the vicinity of the ghost king's cave. He was a little alert: "Something is wrong. There are a lot of ghost spirits outside the ghost king's cave tonight... Don't go in, I'll go take a look first."

The child ghost said to the blacksmith and Xiao Niu, and just as he was about to go in, he looked at Shi Yi again: "Aren't you going in?"

Shi Yi: “Are you scared?”

Child ghost: "...I'm not afraid!"

He snorted, turned into a black shadow and flew forward.

The blacksmith held the calf and stood there, anxiously not knowing what to do. After all, the child ghost was still a ghost. He was young and was provoked by the Ghost King to come out and kill people. How could he be sure that he was just going in to take a look, or killing people together with the Ghost King?

The blacksmith whispered, "Xiao Niu, Daddy is going to go in to find your mother, are you afraid?"

Xiao Niu nodded: "I'm scared, but I'm going!"

The blacksmith hugged him tightly: "You are my good son!"

Shi Yi did not stop them, but continued to follow behind slowly, slightly curling the corners of his lips.

Deep and quiet at night, the land and mountains sing unique songs to welcome the inspection of Mother Earth.

at the same time.

The child ghost arrived at the Ghost King's cave first. He had clearly hidden himself, but was still discovered by the Ghost King. Unfortunately, he didn't know it at the moment and was observing the situation inside by sticking to the stone wall.

The entrance to the cave was pitch black, with a few ghost lights flickering inside, allowing you to see what was going on inside clearly.

This was the first time that the little ghost child entered the ghost king's cave, but he was frightened by the scene inside. There were six piles of bones and skulls in the cave, and many corpses lying around. Their hands and feet were broken, and they lay there in strange and twisted postures. Some of the corpses were rotten, and some had been dead for too long.

The child ghost came closer and counted, then covered his mouth in shock.

How could there be seventeen bodies?

Didn’t four people die?!

The Ghost King hid his true form in a ball of black fog and lay on the throne. Wisps of ghost energy floated in and penetrated into his mouth and nose, making the black fog a little thicker.

"Children are just children. They are full of resentment but dare not kill people. What kind of resentful ghost are they?" The Ghost King sighed and said in a dark tone: "In this case, why not use this resentment to help me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a white bone finger stretched out from the black fog in the shape of a claw, and the ghost energy passing by the child ghost immediately wrapped around his neck like a snake!

The child ghost was originally strangled to death. A familiar feeling of fear enveloped his whole body. The black shadow turned back into his legs and kicked in the air. His face was pale and his eyes were full of fear. He opened his mouth hard but no sound came out.

The blacksmith's wife was dizzy and dazed by the evil spirit. She shook her head hard before she came to her senses. She was still holding the kitchen knife, but when she looked up, she saw a child about the same age as a calf being strangled by the neck and hanging in the air.

The blacksmith's wife's head exploded: "Son!!"

She rushed forward with a kitchen knife in hand and chopped at the black ghost spirits, shouting as she chopped: "Don't be afraid, son! Mother is coming! Mother is here, woooooo..."

"Mother..." The little ghost child squeezed out a sound from his throat and lowered his eyes to look at the woman below. Suddenly he seemed to see his own mother. If only he had not gone to look for his father that day, he missed his mother so much.

"Ah, Xiao Niu, don't sleep! Don't sleep! Your mother is here to save you! Woo woo woo" The blacksmith's wife saw the child hanging his head weakly, and shouted in panic while waving a kitchen knife.

Xiao Niu...She is Xiao Niu's mother, not his mother.

He no longer has a mother; his mother died long ago.

Xiao Niu's mother is still alive, and he can't be like him without a mother, that would be too pitiful.

The child ghost's eyes were red and he slowly raised his head. The fear just now faded away, and the feeling of suffocation was lessened a little. The ghost energy wrapped around his neck actually penetrated into his body and was absorbed by him.

Sensing his change, the Ghost King slowly tightened his white bony fingers and stared grimly at the blacksmith's wife who was chopping randomly with a kitchen knife.

The Ghost King said unhappily: "You are indeed a motherless child. You have started to cultivate ghost energy for the sake of someone else's mother! Ignorant woman, open your eyes and see clearly whether this is your calf or not!"

After it finished speaking, several more ghost lights appeared in the cave, completely illuminating the cave as bright as day.

The child ghost was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the blacksmith's wife. Their eyes met. There was horror, fear, and terror in the woman's eyes, as if she had not expected that the person she had been saving for so long was not her son, but a vengeful ghost!

He looked away somewhat disappointedly, looked at the Ghost King in the black fog, and said viciously: "Let her go!"

“Hehehe…” The Ghost King laughed softly, then asked in confusion: “Why are you pretending to be a good person now? You don’t really want this woman to be your mother, do you? You just killed her child and the child’s father!”

The ghost child's expression changed slightly: "I didn't! I didn't kill them! I really didn't kill them!"

He looked at the blacksmith's wife, only to see her taking two steps back with the kitchen knife in her hand. She looked at him with red eyes, looking shaky and in pain.

The child ghost felt a little aggrieved: "I really didn't kill them..."

The Ghost King sneered: "You didn't have time to kill him, not that you didn't want to kill him... You are such a waste."

The black mist surrounded it and floated in the air. It sighed, "What a pity! As long as you kill the father and son, I can naturally put all the lives on your head. A hundred-year-old ghost who was strangled to death by his father has already had a twisted mind. Don't you think so?"

The child ghost looked at him blankly as if frightened: "What on earth do you want to do by killing so many people?"

""

"Innocent."

Shi Yi's voice suddenly rang in the ears of the little ghost. She did not show up, but said calmly: "Your soul will be scattered, how can you possibly see your mother? Not to mention that your mother has already been reincarnated into a good family."

What do you mean? She knows where my mom is?!

"What?"

The black mist on the Ghost King suddenly faded away, revealing the body inside the black mist. Half of his body was covered with white bones, and the other half was covered with flesh and blood. The flesh and blood were turned inside out as if they were torn apart, and there seemed to be countless maggots wriggling inside the flesh, which made people's scalp numb.

Half of his face was a handsome young man, and the other half was just a skull. His mouth opened and closed as he said, "I want to rebuild my body and expand my territory in this world without the inheritance of a Heavenly Master!"

His voice was sometimes pleasant, sometimes hoarse and unpleasant, echoing in the cave.

The ghost king landed on the ground, walking forward alternately with one foot and one skeleton, staring straight at the child ghost: "I have raised you for a hundred years without moving, it's time for you to repay me."

The child ghost instinctively shrank back, clenched his hands to intercept the ghost energy coming in from outside the cave, and said, "You want to eat..."

He froze before he could finish his words.

The blacksmith's wife turned her back to him, holding the kitchen knife in both hands and pointing it at the ghost king who was shaking at the sight of him: "It's you! It's you who killed so many people!"

The Ghost King almost laughed out of anger as he looked at the kitchen knife that was shaking against his chest.

"So what if I killed him?"

He looked down at the blacksmith's wife and said disdainfully: "With this broken knife of yours..."

A loud sound!

The blacksmith's wife chopped his bones with a kitchen knife.

The screen froze for two seconds.

Because no one expected that she would really dare to chop.

The ghost king's eyes were bloodshot, and the bone-like hand grabbed the kitchen knife and roared: "You damn thing!"

ps: I'm a little stuck, I'll finish this chapter later, please read it tomorrow