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When hearing Zheng Shushu's question, Yan Shixun was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at him again.

He could sense that the person standing in front of him was the same person he had seen at Zheng Shu's house before.

Zheng Shushu's appearance here also confirmed Yan Shixun's previous guess.

——Zheng Shushu is the person behind the scenes who led the shadow puppet show.

Master Bai's guilt was for Zheng Shushu, he watched Zheng Shushu transform from a child full of innocent dreams into a vicious ghost with nothing but hatred.

Therefore, Master Bai asked Zheng Shushu anything and everything, no matter what Zheng Shushu wanted to do, Master Bai would only nod in agreement and would not refuse.

Because of this, Zheng Shu was able to bring the whole village into the shadow play, and replaced the identities of the shadow play characters and real people, and even deceived the world.

But Yan Shixun was still a little puzzled.

Why did Master Bai say that Zheng Shushu was not the person behind the scenes, and he was even asked to save Zheng Shushu?

From where to save it, it is clear that Zheng Shuji is the leader of the shadow puppetry in this scene, and Master Bai is the one who actually masters the shadow puppetry...

Yan Shixun frowned, the protection of the boy just now turned into guard against Zheng Shushu.

Zheng Shushu saw the change in Yan Shixun's attitude towards him, but he just shook his head with a wry smile and didn't explain a word for himself.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan."

Zheng Shushu's eyes swept across the wailing villagers, and when he finally looked at Yan Shixun, his red eyes were moist.

His voice was hoarse, and his Adam's apple kept rolling up and down, as if trying to suppress his urge to cry.

"Back then, no one was willing to help me...to help a child and save his mother and sister."

There was a smile on Zheng Shushu's mouth, but it was uglier than crying: "At least now, someone is willing to help that child and stand up for him. Even if, even if it's fake, it's fine."

Even in the fake shadow puppetry, this small change is enough to comfort the pain of missing his mother's life back then.

Zheng Shushu raised his head tremblingly, looking at the gradually exhausted figure of the boy in the lake, his mouth trembled violently, and he couldn't utter a word through his sore and tight throat.

Before he could speak, tears flowed down his wrinkled cheeks.

But blood and tears.

Yan Shixun was startled, subconsciously took a step forward.

But the palm he had raised and clenched into a fist slowly loosened after a slight pause.

Even though he was wary and suspicious of Zheng Shu, what he was facing at this moment was just a child who lost his mother.

It's not appropriate to treat Zheng Shushu with such an attitude and behavior.

Yan Shixun's knuckles were covered with scratches and bloodstains, his palms dropped again, and he turned around slowly, following Zheng Shushu's line of sight to look into the lake.

That young and weak child back then was tired from crying and exhausted all his strength, passed out in the cold lake water, and slowly sank.

"Do you want to watch yourself die, Zheng Shu?"

Yan Shixun asked Zheng Shushu, who was already middle-aged beside him, in a deep voice, "Aren't you going to save him?"

Zheng Shushu watched his former self gradually being submerged by the lake, and slowly shook his head with a wry smile: "Just be, just be the old me... I must have died that night."

"Mr. Yan, do you know what it's like to watch your mother drown in front of your eyes?"

Zheng Shu raised his head and blinked quickly, trying to suppress the tears that were about to gush out.

But the hoarse voice betrayed him.

"I know."

"I saw my mother die in front of me with my own eyes, but there was nothing I could do. Back then, there was no Mr. Yan, nothing. I stood by the lake and saw my mother sink to the bottom of the lake. Then..."

Zheng Shushu trembled and paused for a long time before saying in a voice so hoarse that he couldn't suppress his crying, "I saw my mother's corpse floating up from the bottom of the lake again."

When Yan Shixun heard this, his eyes widened slightly.

He looked at Zheng Shushu with complicated eyes, and was speechless for a moment.

"How much I want to die that night with my mother. To die in the lake with my mother is already a great happiness for me. I want to seek that kind of happiness. But."

Zheng Shu smiled wryly and shook his head: "I am a guilty person, and I don't even deserve such happiness."

For Zheng Shushu, death is already a gift from ghosts and gods.

After seeing his mother die with his own eyes that night many years ago, Zheng Shuli, who managed to escape from Bai's village, has been living in the hell of hatred.

The scene of his mother's death appeared repeatedly in his nightmares, and he never let him go every day and night.

It was as if his mother crawled out of the icy lake, dripping blood and tears all over her body, and asked him why he didn't save himself and his sister.

Why...don't help them avenge.

Every time Zheng Shushu woke up screaming and turning over from his nightmare, tears were already streaming down his face.

Thinking about it day and night, the only thing left is to kill all the participants and bystanders back then, to avenge his mother and sister.

The child who once looked up at the shadow play with light in his eyes turned into a gloomy youth full of hatred in the end.

There was only one thing left in his life.

--revenge.

Let all the villagers who are not as good as animals pay the price for what they did back then.

When Zheng Shushu was trying to keep calm and talking to Yan Shixun, the boy in the lake had completely sank to the bottom and disappeared.

Yan Shixun took a step forward, subconsciously sending his arms forward.

Zheng Shushu saw Yan Shixun's actions, and knew that the exorcist instinctively wanted to protect the child and save him from the lake.

Even though he has gone through all kinds of trials and hardships, traveled countless times between life and death, and even has long forgotten what death should look like, Zheng Shushu is still in his heart when he sees someone willing to save himself who was once isolated and helpless without any distractions. At that moment, the softest piece of flesh left in my heart was touched.

What if, if all this was true?

If I and my mother, who were forced to die back then, could also meet Mr. Yan, wouldn't my mother and sister not die, and I wouldn't become such a ghost?

Zheng Shushu closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and drifted into the cold night.

Unfortunately, everything has long been a foregone conclusion...

Zheng Shushu grabbed Yan Shixun's arm, instead of asking him to save the boy who sank into the lake, he just silently motioned him to watch what happened next.

The next moment, the changes caused by Yan Shixun's appearance gradually faded away.

Things are back to how they should be.

Like a craftsman sitting behind the curtain and controlling all the shadow puppets, he flexibly and silently hooks the sticks and threads in his hands, which affects every move of the shadow puppets and changes in the scene.

In front of Yan Shixun, everything reversed rapidly.

The villagers who fell on the ground screamed and stood up again. The torch that fell beside it returned to the villagers' hands automatically. The boy was held by the villagers and punched down.

However, the boy seemed to be unable to feel the pain. The light in his eyes was extinguished, and he stared at the lake in darkness, begging in pain to all the passing ghosts and spirits, save his mother, save him who has not yet been born. younger siblings.

The boy was like a sandbag, welcoming the excitement and anger that the villagers had not vented, and soon covered in blood, his face was so bruised that it was difficult to recognize his original face.

When the villagers were finally tired from beating, the boy was covered with bruises, and he was held in his hands like a dead body, dying.

Only those eyes still stubbornly looked at the lake, begging for a miracle to happen.

The villagers kicked the boy and cursed a few times, then laughed and discussed to take the boy back and lock him in the woodshed, and play tonight's hunting again tomorrow.

Just when they were about to turn around and leave, there were ripples in the middle of the lake, as if there was something under the surface of the water.

The boy's eyes lit up instantly.

He didn't know where the strength came from, and he struggled to break free from the villagers' hands. He crawled towards the lake with his hands and feet, and stretched his arms into the lake desperately. With the sound of "ahhh", tears welled up, and two tear stains washed out on the face covered with blood scars.

He was expecting his mother to come back.

The villagers didn't know how the boy who had been beaten by them as if he was going to die in the next moment broke free, but they still chased after him cursing a few steps, bent down and grabbed the boy by the hair, trying to lift him up .

The turbulence in the center of the lake is getting bigger and bigger, and the movement has also attracted the attention of the villagers.

When they looked up, they saw a female corpse slowly floating up from the bottom of the lake.

It was the woman just now.

The woman lay quietly in the middle of the lake, with her hands crossed in a movement to protect her abdomen, her expression peaceful and serene.

It seems that she was not killed by anyone, but died under the tearful eyes of relatives and friends, and was solemnly buried in the water.

Everyone who saw this scene was stunned.

And the light that had just been ignited in the boy's eyes was finally completely extinguished.

Even the light of the flames could not warm the coldness and despair in the depths of his soul.

The boy lost all his strength to struggle, and was dragged by the villagers by his hair. Ten fingers were inserted into the wet ground to stop himself from being dragged away, but only ten deep marks were left on the ground. Nails were broken, fingers were ground and exposed.

A mess full of blood.

Yan Shixun looked at all this and wanted to rush over to protect the boy several times, but Zheng Shushu grabbed his arm firmly and did not let him pass.

"Mr. Yan, this is what happened to me."

Zheng Shushu quietly watched the boy who looked like him being taken away like a dead dog. After a long time, he spoke again: "I am very grateful, Mr. Yan wanted to save me. But...it was too late .”

"Mr. Yan came decades late, and now even the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth cannot save me from the evil ghost hell."

Yan Shixun's chest heaved violently, and the strong muscles wrapped under the black shirt were tense. He gritted his teeth and stared viciously at the backs of the villagers.

It's like a top hunter lowering his body and growling, ready to attack his prey.

If he was an adult, Yan Shixun would not be so angry.

But it was the pregnant woman and the young child who were hurt.

In order to seize the property of Zheng Carpenter's family, those young and strong villagers did not spare even orphans and widows.

But what made Yan Shixun most angry was their bullying of the weak.

——If the opponent was an equally young and strong adult, would you still do such a thing?

If your opponent is me, do you dare to think a little more?

Bullying cowards!Only dare to attack the scum that hurts the weak!

The villagers were as vicious as a cat playing with a mouse, which angered Yan Shixun.

He wanted to fight back with fire, and let the villagers try the taste of being hunted and teased.

Only this time, the identities were reversed.

——It was he who was the hunter.

The prey being hunted are the villagers themselves.

For Yan Shixun, this is the only way to settle all causes and effects fairly.

But while Yan Shixun was angry, he also calmly knew that what Zheng Shushu said was right.

The villagers are all dead, and Zheng Shu's mother drowned in the lake decades ago.

There's very little he can do for them.

Today, there is only Zheng Shushu who is still alive and can still be rescued.

Yan Shixun's palms hanging by his side were clenched into fists, and he took a few breaths violently, before he gradually regained his composure.

Zheng Shushu also slowly let go of the hand holding Yan Shixun's arm, took two steps back slowly, and looked at the lake again with tears in his eyes.

Yan Shixun's sharp eyebrows gradually calmed down, and his lips pursed into a straight line seemed to be suppressing anger and sadness.He stood there for a long while before slowly turning around and looking at the woman's body in the lake.

Unlike the villagers who didn't take it seriously after being frightened, Yan Shixun, who has been traveling between the north and south mountains and rivers all year round, knows very well that ordinary dead bodies will not surface immediately after drowning, only a dead body with lingering resentment... …

Only then would he not be reconciled to being silent at the bottom of the water and rotting slowly, so he returned to the human world with resentment.

As a ghost.

According to folk rumors, the dead body that came back from Shenhu Lake was because even the King of Hell couldn't see it, so he sent the wronged soul back, revenge for revenge, and revenge for revenge.

Although Yan Shixun knew very well that King Hades was dead at that time, there would be no King Hades to bring a woman back to revenge.

But he is also very clear that this means that the woman is full of ghosts now.

But the ghost... where did it come from?

Yan Shixun's eyes fell on the woman's abdomen.

The woman's body was already cold and pale, but under the round belly, there were violent ups and downs from time to time, as if something inside was kicking and hitting the woman's abdomen, wanting to come out.

At that moment, Yan Shixun's eyes widened suddenly, and he turned around to look at Zheng Shushu beside him in astonishment.

"Zheng Tiantian..."

Yan Shixun moved his lips.

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Shushu already knew what Yan Shixun wanted to ask.

He lowered his head in silence, bright red tears of blood flowed down his eyes and fell to the ground.

The next moment, Yan Shixun saw that the woman's fingernails suddenly swelled, as sharp as a knife, cutting open her own stomach.

A mass of black was pulled out from the belly by the woman.

——It’s a ghost baby!

Yan Shixun felt as if his throat was pinched by an invisible hand, his eyes turned black, and he was so suffocated that he couldn't breathe.

This is not the first time he has seen a ghost baby.

Whether it is Yang Duo who almost became the yin god in Jiazifen Village, or Chi Yan who fed the little ghost with the fetus in her belly, although they have obtained powerful power far beyond ordinary people, they cannot compete with the ghost in front of them. baby compared.

For Yang Duo and Chi Yan, the mother has always had the upper hand.

Although Yang Duo was far superior to all the ghosts in the battle of Yin and God because she was pregnant with a fetus when she died, but Yang Duo herself didn't have much affection for the fetus, and the fetus had to depend on Yang Duo to survive.

But this ghost baby is different from the previous ghost babies.

The ghost baby was already a full month old, and the mother's body was supposed to be giving birth, but died at the last moment, leaving the baby suffocated to death in the womb.

This kind of anger and resentment brought about by the failure of reincarnation just one step away, is so strong and profound that it far surpasses all emotions, which makes the ghost baby become fierce and hate the whole world and everyone indiscriminately.

What's more deadly is that the mother's body has deep expectations and feelings for the baby.

A woman would rather slit her abdomen open to damage her own body and give birth to a baby. This will make the ghost energy that originally gathered in the mother's body follow the mother's will and flow towards the baby.

This made this ghost baby destined to be a powerful ghost king above all ghosts from the moment it was born.

Yan Shixun was overwhelmed with shock, and then he remembered again that everything he saw was what Zheng Shushu wanted to tell him.

Happened decades ago.

No matter what he saw, he couldn't undo it.

This ghost baby has grown to the point where it is difficult to deal with in decades.

And the identity of this ghost baby...

It's Zheng Tiantian.

At that moment, Yan Shixun felt that his heart also fell to the bottom of the lake, which was icy cold.

He couldn't even help thinking, it's been decades late, and it has become a fixed situation, how can we reverse it?

Yan Shixun smiled wryly in his heart, and sighed that the world really gave him a problem.

This question...

incomprehensible.

And the picture that Zheng Shushu wants to show Yan Shixun is not over yet.

The black blood gradually spread and fainted on the surface of the lake.

The woman held up the black mass of flesh with both hands, then swam from the lake to the shore, and stepped on the ground wet all over.

The wet ground stained the woman's legs, feet and skirt. The organs and intestines fell from her ripped abdomen and slumped on the ground, shaking and scattered all over the ground with her slow and stiff steps. The woman crushed herself subconsciously.

Without a swaddle, she tore her own clothes and wrapped the baby in her hands.

Without food, she used her own blood to feed the baby born full of her expectations and resentment.

The women lovingly held the baby in their arms, as if death had never befallen them, humming hoarse and rough nursery rhymes with their gradually stiff vocal cords, shaking and coaxing the baby.

Ghost energy and power flowed from the woman to the baby along the blood.

The originally pitch-black baby grew rapidly, its skin became soft again, its cheeks were pink and lovely, and it smacked its lips as if it was full, sleeping peacefully in the woman's arms.

But women are getting weaker and weaker due to the damage of the mother's body and the loss of strength.

When she walked into the field, she finally couldn't hold on any longer, and suddenly collapsed to the ground, scattered into fragments of bones.

But even so, the woman tried her best to not let the sleeping baby wake up from the pain of the fall.

The corpse lay lying among the weeds, lovingly and silently looking at the child she gave birth to with all her life and ghostly aura.

Weeds shake.

A boy in shabby clothes appeared on the field ridge.