More than three realms handle

The girl was squatting on the steps and smashing walnuts. The stones hit the hard shell one after another. The sound was very regular and she looked very skilled. She looked up at the person who came and continued to smash.

"Hello, kid." Ling Xian approached slowly, sat next to the girl, and watched her smash the walnuts quietly from the side.

At first, the girl didn't want to talk to this uninvited guest, but Ling Xian looked at it very seriously, so the girl had to stop, picked up the dirty things next to the walnut kernels, hesitated, grabbed a handful and handed it to Ling Xian.

"Thank you~" Ling Xian took the walnuts with a smile, picked them up and put them in his mouth to chew slowly.

He still looked at the little girl, although he didn't speak, but his eyes were real, the girl felt very uncomfortable, then she put down the stone and stared at Ling Xian.

The two looked at each other for a while, and suddenly Ling Xian smiled and approached the little girl. This action didn't look aggressive, and the girl didn't hide.

"Little sister, do you feel that your adults... are strange recently?"

Is it strange?She also doesn't know, it's been a long time since she came back?Consciousness gradually became drowsy, but my mind was blank when I wanted to recall, as if it was being occupied by something.

The girl nodded immediately, as if it would be too late if she didn't do so.

"Brother, why are you asking this?" The girl tilted her head to look at Ling Xian, her originally dull eyes became a little more cunning.

"Because," Ling Xian lowered his voice and leaned closer to her ear, "There are bad things trying to snatch them away, so you have to watch closely!"

"Bad thing?" The girl unconsciously licked her lips, as if smelling something delicious.

"Well, it's the statue in your hut. When the time comes, you smash it secretly while they're not paying attention, and you'll be fine."

"How do you know?" The little girl moved closer and was about to stick to Ling Xian's neck.

Ling Xian stood up suddenly, wanting to touch the girl's head, but in fact, he was hiding the gadget that Chen Sha gave him to detect puppet silk in his hand.

In the end, he didn't touch anything. He inadvertently showed a disappointed expression, and soon returned to normal. Ling Xian bent down and looked at her: "Because that bad thing also wants to take my parents away."

The girl showed a sweet smile, and stretched out her little finger to hook him up: "Then if I'm caught by something bad, brother, remember to come and save me~"

"It's a deal." Ling Xian stretched out his hand and hooked her fingers.

After staying for a while, to be precise, Ling Xian had had enough fun and left.

He made the right bet, the evil god really couldn't bear it and attached himself to the little girl.

He didn't expect his body to be so attractive to the evil god. He didn't even hide his desire, and he didn't even see the most basic flaws.

He chose this one because Ling Xian knew that the girl was an orphan, not to mention her parents, and he was making up nonsense about the god statue, and after a little testing of the words, he knew the truth.

This little girl was the daughter of the couple who sold pickles before, and she returned to the town somehow, but apparently the evil spirit didn't remember.

In the next few days, Zhu Yu followed suit and continued to give speeches under the old banyan tree, which was heard by the whole town one after another.

Of course, they all also received gold bars, and some even had the cheek to receive them several times.

These Zhu Yu also knew about it, but they didn't expose it, because they had achieved their goal, and each took what he needed.

"He is indeed weak now, but how do we get him out?" These days, the feeling of Chensha is particularly obvious, and the inexplicable strange feeling lingering in the town is gradually dissipating, which shows that the evil god is gradually losing control this town.

But he certainly won't just disappear like this, but they must kill him, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

"Do you know that there is usually such a mechanism in the game, when the blood volume of the bottom boss drops to a certain value, he will go berserk?" Ling Xian raised his head and looked at the two people who were in a daze opposite, one was a thousand-year-old man, and the other was not eating. The fireworks in the world, he suddenly felt that the other party might not understand his metaphor, and it would be great if the senior was there.

"In short, let's try to kill him as much as possible now, and he will show up naturally later."

In fact, these words are just to bluff them. There is still hope in a desperate situation.If Ling Xian was an evil god, he would naturally hide and cultivate slowly after being injured, so that he would not suddenly run out and become violent when he made a comeback in the future.

Unlike them, what the evil gods lack most is time, and the human side must be the one who will die in the end, and it is impossible to know how many creatures will be filled in the middle.

Now there is a person who may have a way to help him, but it must not be an easy way.

"Hiding the real time? You want to make another buckle based on the time jump?" The professor stroked his mustache and fell into deep thought.

"That's right, that's what it means!" The paper puppet sat on the chair next to the professor, propping his head to watch him soak his feet in the big wooden barrel, with a flattering smile on his face.

Professor Shuiqi's expression has also softened a lot, and it's rare that he didn't lose his temper.

God knows how loudly Ling Xian manipulated the paper puppet to come in through the window just now, and the water from washing his feet splashed all over the place, so scared that the paper puppet almost fell out of the window, the neighbor next door cursed and then closed it with a bang window.

"It's okay, I'm afraid you'll come back with your life."

Ling Xian listened so seriously for a moment that he almost forgot that he was actually still in Lingjia Town. When he came back to his senses, he found that Zhu Yu had followed him out at some point, staring at the moon in a daze.

"Are you here to look for me?" Ling Xian also looked at the moon, it was a new moon, and another cycle began.

"Yeah, I'm afraid it's dangerous for you to come out by yourself." Just now, he was thinking about whether the boss had blood or not, and when he looked up again, he found that Ling Xian was gone. No matter how he yelled, he didn't care.

"Then go back?" Ling Xian moved his feet that were a little numb, and walked in the direction of home.

Chen Sha didn't know why he was going crazy. As soon as Ling Xian closed the bedroom door, he rushed forward and pushed Ling Xian against the door, and then leaned forward to stare into Ling Xian's eyes. The shadow of cinnabar is reflected.

After a while, Chen Sha finally spoke, with a hoarse voice: "You have something to hide from me."

Ling moved his eyes away and scanned other places in the room. He couldn't see clearly without turning on the light. The moonlight came in and just covered the bed. There was an irregular depression on it. It looked like a big cat had been lying there.

It can be seen that Chen Sha should have been curled up there just now, probably lying there for a while, otherwise there would not be such obvious marks.

Suddenly Ling held Chensha's face in his hands, and kissed lightly, as if comforting, and then kissed again.

He could only keep kissing each other with increasing strength, but he couldn't speak, cheating or admitting was a kind of harm.

At first Chen Sha could only accept it passively, then he gradually took the initiative and began to respond violently, venting his anger on his soft lips.

For a long time, in this dark room, only the sound of panting and impact, as well as the indistinct sound of water and swallowing could be heard.

They lingered for a long time that night, as if the end would come after the sun rose, and they could only linger in this last time.

After confirming that Chen Sha was fast asleep, Ling Xian carefully broke free from his arms, got off the bed lightly, and left the room.

There was a public bathroom on the first floor, and he locked himself in it.

Then he took out a mirror embedded in a copper frame from his bosom, and above the frame was an eye that was closed.

It came out of the old ancestral hall, and he didn't tell anyone.

Then he took out a pure black dagger and cut open the powerfully throbbing blood vessels in his wrist. The restlessness after the joy had not dissipated, the blood flowing through the skin was actually a little hot.

The blood did not gush out as imagined before, but gushed out regularly, like a trickle dripping on the mirror surface, and the blood disappeared on it, as if being sucked in by the mirror.

There was a severe sharp pain from the wound, and as the blood surged to the brain, the body became colder and colder, as if it was about to stiffen.

Before the wound solidified, Ling Xian made a second cut. As the blood drained, his dizziness became more and more intense. He had to bite the tip of his tongue to stay awake, and the smell of iron filled his mouth.

The eyes on the bronze mirror slowly opened. They were obviously blood-red, but they felt extremely deep, unable to penetrate a single ray of light.

After that eye was fully opened, Ling Xian took out a special medicine powder and covered the wound, and tore off a piece of cloth to bind the wound.

Then he took out a pill and swallowed it, and leaned against the wall to slowly recover, otherwise he might not be able to survive tonight.

After he felt that he could move, he put the mirror in a black cloth bag and wrapped it up. His eyes seemed to turn to look at him. Ling Xian tightened the mouth of the bag tightly, and then jumped out of the window.

After walking into the woods for a while, it is estimated that the sound will not reach the townspeople's house at this distance. Ling Xian smashed the mirror with the handle of the dagger. In addition to the sound of broken glass, there seemed to be screams. After a few clicks, he opened the bag.

The mirror was shattered into many pieces, and the smell of blood could be faintly smelled inside. The eye fell off unexpectedly, and the look in Ling Xian's eyes was very angry.

Ling Xian picked it out, squeezed it, and his eyes trembled slightly.

Then he opened his palm and stuffed the eye in. It fit perfectly with the flesh and blood. He glanced at Ling Xian again, and then slowly closed it.

Then Ling Xian buried the bag of mirror fragments at the door of every townsman. The small fragments can be inserted into the soil, which saves a lot of trouble.

As the professor expected, the fragments just filled every house, no more and no less.

That mirror is something of the evil god. To be precise, it was something of the evil god before he was alive.

After that, the professor can use the hand of the paper puppet to control the entire town, and complete the secondary manipulation of time after the evil god. The most important thing is that he will not be noticed by the other party.

But correspondingly, Ling Xian needs to pay a greater price. All his life spans are taken into account, and his birthday will come earlier the day after tomorrow, and at the same time, it will also be the last time limit for his death.

The author has something to say:

It will die, but it will be a new life after that, so this is not a knife (dog head)