The villain was shocked: his mother used a ghost to coax the child

The three Zhao Yi brothers were even more disdainful, thinking they were so powerful.

It looked like just a small fire and he could jump into it.

Just as I finished muttering to myself, I saw Wen Qingliu throwing something into the fire.

The fire suddenly spread and became as high as half a person.

Wen Qingliu walked among the crowd and selected twelve men.

Among them was Zhao Zhiquan.

Zhao Zhiquan sat in the midnight position, facing the fire but did not feel the heat.

The same was true for the other eleven people.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the wind made sounds through the gaps, starting with a tiny buzz.

Soon the wind became strong and the branches of the locust tree swayed violently.

It looked a little scary in the dark night.

Some children even whimpered, but were held in their homes and were afraid to cry out loud.

"It's okay, don't worry. Trees are afraid of fire. We are in the fire, and he can't hurt us."

Even Zhao Yi and the other two who were outside, Wen Qingliu had seen them, and they all had strong yang energy.

The Son of the Sophora Tree could not harm them, but if they were to seek death, that would be another matter.

Zhao Er was a little panicked and leaned against his elder brother, not daring to move.

Zhao San looked at his second brother's timid appearance and sneered.

"Brother, it's just a tree blown by the wind. Why are you scared of that? Hahahaha."

Zhao Er gave him a cold look.

If it was just the wind blowing the trees, he certainly wouldn't be afraid.

But is this third brother stupid? Can't he see that the fire didn't show any signs of being blown down by the wind?

Zhao San is too thick-skinned to notice this.

But Zhao Yi was a smart man and had already observed that the fire was undisturbed.

He looked into the fire and saw Zhao Zhiquan standing opposite them.

"Brother Zhao San, can you think of a way to let the three of us in?"

Zhao Zhiquan was kind-hearted and immediately called out Wen Qingliu.

As soon as Wen Qingliu arrived next to his third brother, he heard what Zhao Er blurted out.

"A grown man actually wants to ask a woman questions, ugh."

Although Zhao Er's voice was very small, it was very loud in this extremely quiet environment.

It was better to let those who were closer to him hear it clearly.

Zhao Zhiquan became angry immediately.

"You have no shame, you said you would not come in at all."

Zhao Er didn't want to be humble to a woman.

He didn't want to go in. He just didn't believe that if something really happened, these people would really disregard their lives.

Wen Qingliu stopped Zhao Zhiquan and looked at them indifferently.

"You can come in any time."

After saying that, Wen Qingliu returned to his elder and second sister-in-law.

This fire was originally meant to resist the harm of the Son of the Tree Spirit.

If a person touches it, it will hurt for a while, but there is actually no substantial harm.

Everything depends on whether these three brothers have the courage.

When Zhao Er heard what she said, he immediately became angry, cursed, and slapped the ground fiercely.

"If you don't want to be let in, just say so. Why bother pretending to be nice? Go in, why don't you come out, you bastard!"

Wen Qingliu had already turned and left, ignoring him completely.

Zhao San formally took Zhao Er's wrist and said a few words of comfort.

"Okay, second brother, let's not argue with her. These idiots really expect a circle of fire to protect them."

The more Zhao Zhiquan listened, the angrier he became. He picked up a stone from the side and threw it at him.

"Shut your stinky mouth."

Zhao Er refused to give in and made a big fuss, insulting Wen Qingliu for disregarding the friendship of his fellow villagers.

Wen Qingyun has a quick temper and is a sister-con, so he got angry immediately after hearing what he said.

Just as I picked up a stone and was about to throw it over, suddenly a strong wind blew.

The wind blew through the dense branches, making an extremely strange sound.

The obvious laughter of children was particularly noticeable in the quiet night.

But no matter how strong the wind blew, the villagers of Zhaojia Village who were sleeping by the fire could not feel the cold wind at all.

The flames were not affected by the cold wind at all, and not a single flame was extinguished.

It was even as if there was no wind around.

But the obvious child's laughter rang clearly in my ears.

The three Zhao Yi brothers had a much harder time than the villagers.

Not only did I have to endure the baptism of the cold wind, but the strange laughter in my ears also never stopped.

The noise was so loud that many calm people had already fallen asleep.

But the noise was so loud that most people were woken up.

A little boy walked out from behind the locust tree, looking at the raging fire that was half a person's height, fear in his eyes.

But when he turned around, he saw three men shivering beside him.

The fear in his eyes turned into excitement in just a moment.

Before Zhao Yi and the other two could react, the little boy hiding in the dark flashed in front of them.

The little boy looks harmless and his smile is extremely cute.

"Qing... Qingliu, that child."

"That's a ghost, don't get close to her."

Wen Qingliu originally wanted to call them devils according to the legend, but she remembered her past life.

I always feel that this name is not very polite. No matter how evil the ghosts are, they can never be better than the devils.

Sun Suquan sneered and stood up immediately.

"Don't listen to her, she's just a child."

A confident look appeared on her face as she walked towards the fire.

"Child, come to your aunt."

The ghost tilted his head to look at her and grinned.

That smile was no different from that of an ordinary child.

Sun Suquan became more and more certain that Wen Qingliu was just pretending.

The next second, the little boy raised his hand and placed his palm on Zhao Er's head.

The tall and strong man instantly turned into a dried corpse, with bulging eyeballs and dying with his eyes open.

Zhao Yi and Zhao San were even more frightened, and Sun Suquan, who was standing in the circle of fire, fell to the ground with weak legs.

How is this possible? How is this possible?

In the dark night, the pink color of the locust flowers becomes more intense, with a faint tinge of red.

The little boy turned to look at the remaining two men.

Zhao Yi and Zhao San's hearts trembled when they were looked at by this gaze. Obviously, it was just a childish look.

Zhao Yi turned his head and looked at the circle of fire, his pupils reflecting the burning flames.

The next second, he ran towards the fire without saying a word.

Seeing this, Zhao San also ran after him.

Unfortunately, before he could take two steps, a small hand reached out from behind and pressed down on his head.

There is one person who dares to show himself in front of everyone.

Some of the timid people in the crowd had already fainted, but Zhao Zhiquan, who faced these things head-on, was afraid.

But he was as still as a clock, sitting motionless in the position arranged by Wen Qingliu.

Sun Suquan's legs were so weak that he couldn't even stand up, and he crawled back to his original place with trembling limbs.

Zhao Yi escaped the disaster. Even though he walked through the fire, not even the clothes on his body were burned.

Although I felt some pain, I was fine.

The little boy became unhappy when he saw the food in his hand ran away.

He let out a loud cry, and behind him, the branches of the locust tree stretched out as far as they could.

He hugged the little boy in his arms, and one of the branches even patted him gently on the head.

It really looks like a mother coaxing her child.