The handsome man in the entertainment industry

A cluster of faint blue candlelight illuminates, chasing something unknown ahead in the dark path.

"Where!"

Ruan Mudeng kept his eyes open all the time, and saw from a distance in front of the path, there was a small halo of yellowish-orange halo—the halo unique to children with a boy body full of yang energy. Lust—there could be no one else on the road other than the missing boy.

Beside the small yellow-orange halo, there is also a gray-black halo, which looks like ghosts and ghosts in color, but the color is darker and darker than ordinary gray-white wandering souls, and it is obviously more powerful Some.

"I thought it was something amazing..."

Xiao Xiao sneered, "So it's just a ghost cultivator who hasn't transformed into a substitute yet."

While talking, the two of them had been chasing closer and closer, enough to clearly see the little boy walking unsteadily in front of the path, and the woman in white holding the boy's hand.

The woman was very tall and thin, probably at the same height as Xiao Xiao. She was wearing a white shroud and held a white lantern with the word "Dian" written on it in one hand. The burning candle in the lantern was like a will-o'-the-wisp. There was a faint blue light, and the other hand was holding the little hand of the boy, which seemed to be very intimate.

Seen from the back, the woman has neatly combed long black and shiny hair, which is braided into a thick braid behind her head.She also obviously noticed the movement behind her, stopped, turned around, revealing a delicate but extremely pale young woman's face.

"You... are you looking for a baby?"

Seeing Xiao Xiao and Ruan Mudeng who were clearly coming towards her, the young woman in white didn't show any surprise or panic on her face, she just asked indifferently, letting go of the boy's hand as she spoke, and changed to Gently stroke the top of the child's head.

The little boy who was gently caressed by the woman in white was ordinary-looking, dark-skinned, and plainly dressed. His face, hands, feet, and even a sweatshirt were all dirty. He was just the most common appearance of a country boy.It's just that his eyes are dull and numb at this moment, like a puppet who has lost his soul and lost his mind, standing motionless beside the woman, completely lacking the lively and naughty energy that should be expected at seven or eight years old.

"Okay, give us back the kid."

Xiao Xiao stretched out her hand to the young woman in white clothes, and ordered carelessly like a bully.

The woman shook her head, the expression on her face became more mournful, her eyes seemed to be shedding tears at any moment. "He's my baby..."

Ruan Mudeng frowned.

The little boy led by the woman in white is a child of Ruanjia Village. Although he doesn't live close to Ruan Mudeng's house, his memory is very good in a small village with only about a hundred households. He could make a mistake—he clearly remembered that the child should be the second son of the family. His parents were born here, and his mother had an oblique cousin relationship with their family. Naturally, it couldn't be the child of this young woman of unknown origin.

"I'm afraid he is not your child?"

The corner of Xiao Xiao's lips curled up into a sneer, she pointed at the little boy who was staring blankly, and then she spread her hands towards the young woman in white.

"This child is a real person, and you, even if you are still a little bit of a person, you have been practicing for at least 80 years, right? This child's seniority is probably enough to be your great-great-grandson."

The woman smiled wretchedly.

"You two immortal masters, you should pay attention to cause and effect in everything, right?"

She rubbed her stomach, showing a sad and sad look on her face that is unique to a mother.

"When I died, I was nine months pregnant, and I was buried in the mortuary, so that the body did not rot for a long time. Half a month after my death, I gave birth to a baby boy in the coffin."

Xiao Xiao turned her head to look at the length of the candle in her hand, seeing that there was still enough time, she did not interrupt the woman's narration.

His master school has always paid attention to the reincarnation of heaven and retribution, even if the opponent is just a ghost cultivator with little merit, but if there is any karmic grudge, he can only find a way to resolve it, instead of acting unreasonably and rashly. Just beat her to death.

"The nine-month-old fetus has all three souls and seven souls. Even if it is stillborn, it is still my child..."

The voice of the woman in white was choked with sobs.

"So, I took him...the two of them practiced together in the tomb, and didn't expect to ascend to the heaven. I just hoped that one day they could cultivate some merits and virtues so that mother and son could live together..."

Xiao Xiao nodded, motioning for her to continue.

"But the ghost baby's spiritual wisdom has not yet been developed, and cultivation is especially difficult. I have carefully raised and protected my son. I have been looking forward to it for more than a hundred years. It was only on July [-]th this year that I finally... let him open his spiritual wisdom and be able to possess it. On the body of a clay puppet, transformed into a human form..."

Speaking of this, the young woman in white finally shed tears, stroked the hand on top of the child's head, unconsciously tightened her five fingers, and grabbed the boy's short hair roots.

"But all of this... the hard work of more than a hundred years... has been ruined by this child..."

Chapter 133: Extra Story 04: Homecoming [-]

Xiao Xiao coughed heavily, reminding the young woman in white to pay attention to her emotions.

Even though a ghost cultivator like him with a low level of knowledge wanted to kill a living human being under his nose, it was basically a daydream.But they are in the underworld now, they are already overly yin, and there may be other "things" passing by at any time, and the child is still in her hands, it will not be good if some troublesome "things" are disturbed It's over—Xiao Xiao knows that time is limited, so she doesn't want to make any further complications.

"However, on the day my son's soul moved into the clay puppet, the child ran into the mountains to play, and found the little clay puppet I buried under the root of the locust tree, and then..."

The ghost in white clothes let go of the hand on the child's head, and the lantern held in the other hand also fell to the ground. The blue ghost fire burning inside instantly ignited the lantern, and it turned into a fire with a "hula". group.

The woman covered her face with her hands and began to sob.

"This kid, he dug out the little clay puppet, and in broad daylight... stepped on the clay puppet..."

Xiao Xiao and Ruan Mudeng looked at each other, and they both saw helplessness on each other's faces.

For a small baby spirit, being exposed to the scorching sun and losing its host body is extremely fatal.Even if it doesn't disappear immediately, at least it has no possibility of continuing to practice, and it turns into an ignorant ghost. I don't know if it was arrested by a passing ghost, or it disappeared in this vast mountain forest.

"...Since my baby is gone... I want to take this child away, at least... I won't be alone in the future..."

The young woman in white was sobbing that her voice was choked up, and she spoke intermittently.

Xiao Xiao pressed her forehead with a headache, thinking that such a curious and deadly creature like a child is really a headache.But if the little boy was really brought into the dark depths of the Road to the Underworld by this ghost, he would be separated from his parents and never see each other again.

No matter what, it is a fresh human life, and the child is naughty by nature, the basket he stabbed was indeed an unintentional mistake, and the sinful debt he made is not a crime of death...

Thinking about it, Xiao Xiao turned her head and glanced at her apprentice quietly.

He thought to himself, even a well-behaved, sensible, filial and considerate boy like Ruan Mudeng had gotten into trouble when he was a child. If he hadn't met him at that time, he would have died a long time ago, and it is impossible to grow up to be as strong as he is now. Xiuzhu and Fengshen are handsome.

Ruan Mudeng was inexplicably stared at by Xiao Xiao's eyes, and turned his head to wink at him with a confused expression.

Forget it, now is not the time to turn over old scores.

Seeing that the candle was getting shorter and shorter, Xiao Xiao waved her hand, signaling to solve the immediate trouble first.

"I don't know if you figured out the method of exhaling and accumulating Qi when you were practicing, or if someone led you into it."

Xiao Xiao turned to the female ghost who was still covering her face and weeping, and said in a deep voice:

"However, no matter what kind it is, you should also know that no matter whether it is human, ghost or spirit, when cultivating immortals, you will inevitably encounter various disasters. One of them is called 'baby disaster'."

The so-called "baby catastrophe" refers to the situation in which people, ghosts, spirits, and monsters who practice are disturbed by ignorant children when they reach a bottleneck or critical moment in their cultivation, so that they fail to cross the catastrophe and fall short of success.

Children before the age of 12 are naturally curious, hyperactive, fearless, naughty, ignorant and ignorant, and the reincarnation of the law of heaven and the cycle of karma cannot play much of a coercive effect on them.But it is precisely these young children who often have wonderful opportunities that adults do not have, and are more likely to encounter some ghostly things.

In many folk tales, there are records of children's unintentional pranks that even they themselves don't know the consequences - such as killing a snake that peels off skin, or kicking over the offerings in front of the tomb - but they don't know Maybe this little snake is the youngest son of the Great Immortal of the Liu family, and the offerings in front of the tomb are the winter food that his ancestors would enjoy.

Therefore, there is a common saying passed down from generation to generation among all the cultivators, "Don't be afraid of the lack of temples, don't be afraid of burning incense, but be afraid of children's suffering."

If they do happen to happen, often they can only admit that their luck is bad, and lament that the sky is going to kill me.

"Although the matter of your child is very regrettable, it is also in response to this 'baby robbery'..."

Xiao Xiao became ruthless, so she cut the mess with a sharp knife and told the truth to the young woman in white.

The female ghost stopped sobbing, raised her head and stared blankly at Xiao Xiao, her delicate and pale face was covered with mottled tears.