The Fruit Of Killing

By John Chrisman

"The immortal tree hangs down from the sky, and immortal bones are dug out from the grave;
Tao Zun drank the blood plasma, and the old Buddha relished the dried meat;
The six animals and five animals beat the Dharma drums, and the city foxes and community rats are boiling in the pot;
The wine of immortality is full of resentment, and the fruit of the banquet of killing is bitter! "
In this world where the Dharma has become holy, what countless monks, sects, magicians, princes, generals, and dignitaries are thinking about is, of course, immortality!
Tomb of the Owl God, Stealing Secrets, Pearl Digging, Holy Infant Pill, Corpse Figurine, Yin God Shrine, Human Transformation into Demon, Undying Medicine, Red Thread Gu, Blood Fairy Insect, Mermaid Flesh, Golden Jade Clothes, Five Poison Spirits, Seven Stars to Extend Life …
They kill and kill just to steal the [Killing Fruit] from the "Immortal Tree"!
Until...a sinister "fisherman" came to this world.
Wang Yuan, who was born with a "Little Book of Life and Death", originally had only one simple dream:
The pipes are busy and the strings are busy, the long street is full of smoke, and the moonlight is night. I am living in peace and quiet, and I lean on the railing to listen to the wind and invite the stars with my lamp.
With my "bride in wedding dress", I watched the sunrise in Taishan in the morning, admired the viburnum in Luoyang at noon, and went to Beihai in the evening to drink wine with the aurora borealis.
"But you guys are really a good bunch!
No more, don’t run away, I’m going to raise funds to become an immortal today! Please... baby, turn around! "
The bride's blood-red hijab suddenly fell down.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 26, 2024
• ISBN: 9781304407979

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Chapter 1 Corpse Sacrifice

Chixian Shenzhou.

Dayan, the fifteenth year of Jianming.

Beimang Mountain.

This mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, surrounded by mountains and rivers, lined with trees, and green as clouds.

In countless large tombs with a height of tens of feet, there are countless princes, generals, ministers and celebrities from the past dynasties buried there.

There are also layers of mass graves accumulated due to thousands of years of wars and epidemics, with bones piled up and phosphorus fire everywhere.

In addition, there are many ferocious birds and beasts, mountain spirits and wild ghosts in the mountains and forests.

Since ancient times, the place has been known as the Abyss of White Bones at the foot of the mountain, the Hometown of the Dead in the mountain, and the No Return Cliff on the mountain.

Even those timid and talented people don't dare to wander around in the mountains, and ordinary people are afraid to avoid them.

However.

Located at the foot of Beimang Mountain, Daling Village in Guhuaa'ao is such a unique anomaly.

In the evening, the sun sets deep and dark.

In the Wang ancestral hall located in the center of the village, a grand and strange corpse sacrifice ceremony used to worship ancestors has come to an end.

The strange melody is in the suona sound that penetrates the heart.

The clan elders offer wine——!

A fair-skinned young man of about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a majestic [Taoist General] official uniform, was sitting on a vermilion altar with a Sitting White Tiger Statue hanging on it.

With a somewhat dazed expression, he accepted the various kinds of fine wine presented by the Wang clan chief and clan elders with jade vessels.

First, he sprinkled part of the wine on the ground, using the aroma of the wine to attract the ghosts and gods, then took a sip himself, and placed the rest on the altar at his feet.

The incense is lingering, the suonas are noisy, and the yellow curtains are fluttering. Although it is crowded with people, it makes people feel inexplicably a little bit like the underworld.

After nine times in a row, the entire ancestral hall was filled with the strong aroma of wine, and the young man's fair and handsome face also blushed slightly.

Under the altar.

The head of the Wang clan, who was wearing gorgeous sacrificial robes but had a tall and fierce figure that looked like a tiger and leopard, secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the young man completed the sacrificial rituals meticulously even though his movements were a little slow.

'Although this boy is naturally stupid, he is still obedient.

In fact, more than ten years have passed, and even if he is the eldest son and grandson of the ancestral princes, he has long ceased to be any threat to me.

Originally, I just wanted to let you fend for yourself, but no matter what...it's just your own fault. '

With a cold light in his eyes, he raised his head and winked at the clan elder who was presiding over the ceremony.

The latter understood, and the corpse sacrifice ceremony continued.

The descendants pay homage to their ancestors and princes! Kowtow!

Under the leadership of the patriarch, hundreds of men of the Wang family, old and young, knelt down and bowed to the young man sitting on the altar.

Of course, it was not the young man himself that everyone was worshiping, but the role he played at this time as the first ancestor of the Daling Prince family, the prince and his ministers.

This young man is the corpse in the corpse sacrifice.

According to the ancient sacrificial customs of the Yan and Han Dynasties - there must be a corpse when offering sacrifices!

The corpse here is not a corpse, but an ancestor or god played by humans during sacrifices.

The actors who play the role of corpse are usually direct descendants of the deceased.

Once it becomes a corpse, it represents the ancestors or gods during sacrifices. Even when holding national sacrifices, the king of a country must salute and offer wine to the corpse.

The allusion of corpse meal comes from this ancient corpse sacrifice ritual, and it is also a model of eating without working.

As the corpse sacrifice ended, night gradually fell.

Hundreds of members of the Wang clan filed out, leaving only a young man carrying a food box at the end.

After serving a sumptuous meal to the noble corpse, he didn't even dare to say a word. He retreated as if something terrible was chasing him behind him.

His steps were light and he disappeared outside the ancestral hall door in just a few steps. He was obviously very skilled.

The dull young man dressed as an ancestor of the Wang family was left alone, sitting alone on the altar, looking like a clay-embedded wood sculpture in the flickering candlelight.

Until it was confirmed that the last footsteps had completely disappeared into the darkness outside the door.

Wang Yuan's originally dull expression suddenly fell down, his eyes became clear again, he rubbed his stiff cheeks desperately, and sighed silently in his heart:

'Fifteen years, do you know how I got here these years?

If labor and management continue to stay here, sooner or later they will be killed by these so-called blood relatives! '

Even though there was no one here, he didn't say anything in his heart. Obviously, being cautious has become an instinct for this young man.

Since his birth, the time traveler Wang Yuan has been lucky enough not to experience the mystery of the womb.

But the child's body is too weak to match his reincarnated soul with complex memories.

Therefore, during the nearly fifteen years since he was a child, his consciousness was sometimes awake and sometimes silent.

During most of the silent time, he looks like a foolish boy with an IQ of only three or four years old. This is also the inherent understanding of him by all Wang clan members, which is deeply ingrained and has no doubt.

However, as his body continued to grow, Wang Yuanzhu's conscious time became longer and longer.

In the Corpse Sacrifice just now, the incompatibility between his soul and body in this life has completely dissipated, and his stupid state is gone forever!

At this time, Wang Yuan was more clearly aware of his dangerous situation than ever before.

The source of the crisis was no one else, but the Daling Wang clan of Beiman Mountain who had been bowing down to him just now!

Speaking of the Daling Wang family, we have to mention Chixian Shenzhou, where the Dayan Dynasty was located in this world.

This is an undeniably mysterious world.

The Taoism is sacred, the mountain spirits and wild ghosts roar proudly in the mountains and forests, and monsters and monsters emerge in endlessly. Even the immortality that everyone pursues is not a fantasy.

In addition to the extremely rich burial objects in the large tomb on Beimang Mountain, the bones left by princes, generals, ministers, and celebrities in ancient history are one of the best training materials.

Of course, it is impossible to lack manpower to take care of it.

The Wang family living in Daling Village, ancient Huai'ao at the foot of the mountain, are the tombkeepers responsible for guarding the tombs of this royal family since the burial of the first Luoyang king of the Dayan Dynasty, Yili Wang Zhou Yi.

This duty has been passed down from generation to generation by the Wang family, and it has lasted for nearly two hundred years today.

coincidentally.

Wang Yuan, who was born into this family, unexpectedly discovered that not only his name, appearance, birthday and even his birthmark in this life were exactly the same as his previous life, he was simply another self in a parallel world.

He was already alone in his previous life. It should be a great thing to be able to live a new life with this starting point and hope to get a glimpse of the Taoist magic that can lead to immortality.

But most of the Wang clan, headed by the clan leader Wang Yunhu, obviously don't think so.

His lineage started two hundred years ago and is the main direct lineage inherited from the prince's eldest son, eldest son, and eldest grandson. He is also the head of the Wang clan in all generations, and this is the case from generation to generation without exception.

Logically speaking, Wang Yuan's parents died young and he became an orphan. He was also born stupid. He could not threaten the interests of others, let alone be eliminated by others.

But who allowed him, the sole heir of the long house, to have... a thousand acres of private land in his name?

Although the Wang family has not only received salaries from the Great Yan court in recent years, but also received tax-free family land support, their lives have been relatively prosperous.

But not counting the private fields of each family, the clan fields, which are the foundation of the family, total only two thousand acres.

One can imagine how envious the thousand acres of fertile land that Grandpa Wang Yuan acquired in exchange for his military exploits was.

A common man is not guilty of carrying a jade.

A bad tradition that has existed since ancient times - eating out households, naturally happened to Wang Yuan.

And the current patriarch Wang Yunhu is a good person.

Even though he had eaten a large portion, he still knew that the rain and dew should be shared equally. No one in the clan who could breathe was left behind, and everyone got a share of the pie.

No one in the whole clan cared that this was actually a family fortune earned by others with their own lives. On the contrary, everyone was praising Wang Yunhu for his benevolence and righteousness.

Individual people with conscience can at most ignore it and act in ignorance.

Seeing that Wang Yuan was about to turn fifteen in one month, he was registered as a military official and became an official tomb keeper receiving imperial salary.

Clan members need to report to the Da Ling Si who is in charge of the tomb affairs of each royal family, and even to the Shrine Supervisor who guards the imperial tombs in the capital.

By then, the clan members' joint efforts to seize Wang Yuan's family's land would no longer be able to be concealed.

In fact, even if you don't report it when the time comes, your supervisor will definitely come to ask and evaluate you.

So...there was this corpse sacrifice with him as the protagonist.

Wang Yuan looked at the dim candlelight, empty and gloomy ancestral hall, and showed a somewhat ugly smile:

"The whole family is thinking about killing labor and management without anyone noticing, and then inheriting my family’s thousand acres of fertile land with peace of mind.

If I hadn't been a 'fool', I might not even be alive now, and would have been reincarnated in a daze.

No, it is difficult to reincarnate safely in this mysterious world. "

Taking advantage of being a fool, others didn't even bother to deliberately avoid him when they were engaging in conspiracy, so naturally he overheard a lot of inside information.

The crisis of life and death is tonight!

In this world where Taoism manifests its sacredness, the corpse in the corpse sacrifice is naturally not so easy to use.

Descendants connected by blood are only the most basic conditions. Under normal circumstances, they must be over 20 years old, have sufficient Qi and blood, have strong horoscopes, and have a great zodiac sign, preferably dragon, tiger, ox, and horse.

Even this cannot prevent accidents.

Because the duty of the corpse is to communicate with ghosts and gods, and sometimes it is also the container of ghosts and gods, it is born to attract evil!

If you don’t use cinnabar, peach wood, talismans, seals, magical instruments, etc. to protect the place of worship in advance.

The ancestors didn't come, but secondly, accidentally attracting the ferocious [female things] wandering around, and even some [weird things] that mortals can't resist at all, and 80% of them will die in a horrible way.

Wang Yuan will never forget the corpse that a group of clan members carried out from the ancestral hall the next day during the ancestor worship ceremony six years ago.

The whole body was dark and shriveled, and it had already transformed from a fake corpse into a real corpse.

Although Wang Yuan is a direct descendant of his ancestor, the prince, and was born in the Year of the Tiger, he has not even passed his fifteenth birthday and does not meet the conditions to be a corpse at all.

But at this point, no one in the whole clan raised any objections. It was obvious that there was a secret conspiracy behind this.

What's even more helpless is that even if Wang Yuan has completely regained consciousness, there is nowhere to escape now.

As part of the sacrificial rituals, the corpse must sit in the ancestral hall for a whole night and enjoy incense and sacrifices on behalf of the ancestors. During this period, the corpse must not leave the ancestral hall for even half a step.

Wang Yuan knew it well. Even though there was no one in front of him, there must be clan members arranged by Wang Yunhu waiting outside the ancestral hall.

Once he ran out unruly, it was no longer up to him whether he would be dragged back and sent to the ancestral hall again, or beaten to death on the spot for disrespecting his ancestors.

As soon as his consciousness fully recovered, he fell into this dangerous situation.

All he could do was fill all the oil lamps in the ancestral hall with sesame oil, and place all the peach wood instruments that had been enshrined in the ancestral hall for many years next to him.

Then he comforted himself and said:

It's okay, it's okay. The Wang family holds a 'corpse sacrifice' for their ancestors every year. Wasn't there just one accident in the past ten years?

He sat back on the altar again and stared at the door of the ancestral hall with his eyes.

He secretly made up his mind that if there was no weirdness, it would be fine. Once something happened, he would run away immediately, rush out of the ancestral hall and let the white-eyed wolves guarding outside become his scapegoat!

But.

As the night got darker and darker, Wang Yuan, who was already very tired after being ordered to work all day long, felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier for no reason.

Unable to restrain himself, he sat on the altar and fell asleep.

As the night grew darker, the whole village fell into silence.

suddenly.

Tick tock, tick tock...

Wang Yuan, who felt a little cold, was awakened by the sound of dripping water that seemed to ring in his ears.

It's raining?

As if dreaming or waking up, a thought flashed through his mind.

Just as he was about to stand up, he was shocked to find that his whole body seemed to be pressed down by a heavy object, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

Until he exhausted all his strength and tried to open his eyelids that seemed to be hanging with lead pendants, and saw clearly the thing standing in front of him.

hiss!

His scalp was on fire, and his back was instantly soaked in cold sweat.

Chapter 2 [Weird]!

In Wang's ancestral hall.

The light on the altar seemed to be suppressed by something invisible. It was dim and dim within three feet and was about to be completely extinguished at any time.

At the junction of light and darkness, a stiff figure stood there quietly like a sculpture.

Boom! Boom! Boom! …

Wang Yuan, whose whole body was gripped by nightmares, tried hard to suppress the beating of his heart like a drum in his chest and forced himself to calm down.

Through the dim light, he could barely make out what appeared to be a woman with disheveled hair.

He stood in front of the altar with his head lowered and said nothing, which was very close to him.

Under her tattered clothes, her body was covered with patches of gray-green rust that looked like fish scales.

Moreover, messy and knotted hair, rotten and moldy clothes, shoes with exposed toes... there was dripping water everywhere on the body.

But outside the gate of the ancestral hall, although the night was thick and thick, like the smelly ink that was constantly rolling, there was not even a drop of rain on the ground.

What's even weirder is that except for the woman's feet, there are no footprints visible inside or outside the ancestral hall, as if she had been standing here from the beginning.

Seeing Wang Yuan here, he couldn't help but extinguish the last trace of luck in his heart and shouted silently:

"How could you be so unlucky that this is your first time pretending to be a corpse and you encounter such a small probability event?

No, no, this is not the kind of ordinary [female object] that only fascinates, frightens, and is afraid of cinnabar and peach wood artifacts, but a genuine... [weird]! "

hiss!

All kinds of terrifying legends could not help but surge in his mind. Wang Yuan suppressed the trembling and quickly scanned the increasingly darkened ancestral hall with the only eyeball in his body that could still move.

When encountering [weirdness], if it were a time traveler who had just arrived, or the original idiot, he could almost directly declare: there is no hope, just wait for death.

But he thought he might be able to salvage it.

In recent years, Wang Yuan has maintained a silly persona in order to survive in the hands of his relatives.

But as long as you are conscious, you must seize every opportunity to learn all kinds of knowledge about this mysterious world and enrich yourself with the capital to settle down.

After all, the Prince of Daling is also the guardian of the mausoleum on Beimang Mountain. Even though he is half of the Yinmen family, his understanding of heresies and legends is far better than ordinary people.

Wang Yuan knew that in this magical world, there were not only demons, spirits, ghosts, and monsters active, but they were all within the scope of ordinary people's understanding and could communicate and even use tricks to control them.

As a preparatory mausoleum guard and a direct descendant of the Wang family, he had seen a lot of them with his own eyes on the Beimang Mountain next door, so he was not too scared.

In addition, there is a terrifying existence that really kills people - [Weird]!

Something out of the ordinary is called strange, something strange and chaotic is called weird.

They are like bugs inserted into this world. They are difficult for mortals to communicate with, understand, and cannot resist.

It is said that the particularly powerful ones among them are just like the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning that exist in nature. They cannot be completely killed no matter what method is used!

There are many such cases in the files collected by Wang:

[The third year of Yong'an·Xuanpingfang Oil Seller]

In Xuanpingfang, the capital, there is a young oil seller who only sells lard at night markets. The lard he sells is not only cheap but also delicious.

But all the people in the capital who had eaten his lard disappeared one after another within a month.

By the time the government found them in an oil mill, they had all died violently. Their bodies were intact, but there was no trace of fat anywhere.

[Eighth year of Jianming Dynasty·Human trees in Xang Er Mountain]

This year, woodcutters and hunters often disappeared on Xanthium Mountain. No one was alive or dead, and the residents below the mountain were panic-stricken.

It wasn't until a traveling monk who knew some strange arts passed by this mountain and strayed into a wild village deep in the forest that he discovered that there was a big tree covered with human heads growing in the village.

Under the tree, there are hundreds of headless people fishing, woodworking and farming, just like in life.

The walking monk fled for his life and became a madman soon after his return. Three days later, he cut off his own head with a hatchet and planted it in the soil.

When the officials heard the news and went to look for the Nomura, the human tree had already disappeared.

[The 14th year of Jianming Dynasty·Dayan Treasure Ship]

In Yunhe County, Dengzhou Prefecture, a maritime merchant named Zheng Bangjie happened to encounter a returning Dayan treasure ship when he led his team to sea. He was invited to board the treasure ship to admire the rare treasures brought back from overseas.

The merchants who accompanied him were dazzled and wanted to buy it. Half a month later, everyone returned with treasures. Gems and jade, coral trees, Kit Kat clocks... caused a sensation in the state capital.

But just two months later, they all died at home.

After investigation: the treasures sold by maritime merchants were not only paid in gold and silver coins, but also the rest of their lives...

Fortunately among misfortunes.

Although these [weird things] are terrifying, they seem to be subject to some restrictions. They cannot kill people randomly for no reason. Most of them have rules to follow when harming people.

Theoretically, as long as this pattern can be found, even ordinary people may survive in their hands.

Wang Yuan quickly scanned the [weird] and increasingly dark ancestral hall up and down, trying to find the glimmer of hope before the other party launched an attack.

suddenly.

He noticed that this [Strange] didn't look at him from beginning to end after it appeared. Instead, he kept staring at a tribute on the altar.

Then Wang Yuan's eyes fell on the altar at his feet, and his expression suddenly changed.

This is……

He had been sitting here for a day, so he knew exactly what was on the altar.

In addition to the sacrificial incense, fruits, and pig heads, there were only two books left.

The first is Spring and Autumn Gongyang's Interpretation which is a must-read for all Confucian scholars in Dayan, and the second is a military book The Thirty-Six Books of the Military Classics Volume 8.

This is a reminder to the ancestors that the Wang family has been passing down the family through literature and martial arts for the past two hundred years.

This happens every year, so it's not surprising.

But this time.

As if feeling [Weird]'s aura, the Spring and Autumn Gongyang Exegesis seemed to have come to life, slowly squirming and transforming into something else.

The original paper quietly turned into burnt yellow leather, which seemed to have uncleaned meridians and blood vessels, which made people have a very bad association.

The words Spring and Autumn Gongyang's Exegesis gradually turned into red and black as if written in blood... The Corpse Account Sutra!

There was no need to open it at all, just staring at it, Wang Yuan seemed to have many illusions in his mind.

A strong corpse smell seemed to penetrate directly into the brain along the eyes.

There are sounds of wooden fish in my ears, shrill cries, and the ravings of a madman, which together form a confusing scripture:

The king of fat and swollen corpses, take a hundred and six shots from the bottom; look at the four old eyes, green teeth and pale tongue; wind drinks all over the body, ghosts, eaters and demons swallow...

"It's the life and death that gather and disperse in one breath. There is no life and no death, but people are planning to call it life and death.

There are those who stand dead, those who sit dead, those who lie down, those who are sick and sick, and those who take medicine for death; there are the signs of new death, the signs of fat swelling, the signs of blood smearing... waiting for death, there is no difference between A and B..."

Seeing the Corpse Book, which seemed to be copied from human skin, a thunder exploded in Wang Yuan's brain.

No wonder, using an evil [weird object] that records strange knowledge as bait, it's so cruel! It's so cruel!

The reason why he encountered [strangeness] was obviously not because Wang Yuan himself was really so unlucky.

But Wang Yunhu and the others, who secretly planned all this, did not place their hopes on illusory luck at all.

Once the plan was made, he took action decisively and gave Wang Yuan a hard push behind him, who was already standing on the edge of the cliff.

The already somewhat dangerous Corpse Sacrifice Ritual coupled with this Corpse Book is no longer a trick, but a direct trick!

What's more important is that the Wen and Wu heirs of Wang's family who guard the mausoleum have no inheritance of magic at all. Wang Yunhu most likely colluded with outsiders. This is the method of a warlock!

Wang Yuan's eyes flickered.

I can't help but doubt it. If you engage in such [witchcraft and sorcery] that can even kill noble people just for the sake of a thousand acres of land, are you really not afraid of having your home confiscated and annihilated?

What is the difference between using this method to deal with a fool and using a cannon to kill mosquitoes?

But before he could continue to think deeply.

Bang——! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly there was the sound of banging, one slow and two fast, in the distance.

Heaven, earth, and human beings, the most blessed and prosperous, midnight, midnight!

The lyrics of Three Watchmen have just finished.

The fishy smell of countless rotten fish soaked in the river suddenly exploded in Wang Yuan's nose.

[Weird] One of the common conditions for killing people.

——In the Yin and Yang Conference, water and fire meet; in the middle of the night, wild monsters kill people!

I saw [Weird], who had been staring at the Corpse Book without moving, suddenly raised his head.

The messy black hair was parted to both sides, revealing a terrifying face with half of the flesh rotting and swelling, and half of it covered with fish scales.

It was like a corpse that had been soaked in the water for countless years, or like a fish demon that had gone awry.

She stared at her eyes like dead fish and asked Wang Yuan pitifully:

Brother, do you think I look like a human or a fish?

There seems to be expectation hidden in the pupils as small as pinpoints.

At the same time, Wang Yuan also found that he had regained control of his head.

But he didn't rush to answer. He gritted his teeth and stared at that terrifying and strange face.

He knew that these were all [weird] tricks.

If you answer like a fish, the other party will definitely become angry and use force directly.

But if you answer like a human being, you will never end well.

Referring to other incident files over the years, 80% of the time [Strange] will use this promise to drain all their luck and blessings, and die in a ridiculous manner within a few days.

It seems that no matter what the answer is, it is death. It is just the difference between early death and late death.

When Wang Yuan's mind was spinning, the female spy spoke again:

Brother, do you think I look like a human or a fish?

Although the tone was no different from before, the temperature in the ancestral hall dropped a few points again.

Wang Yuan knew that if he didn't answer, the other party might take action directly.

But he also knew that he must not be timid at this time. Once the courage dissipates, the energy and blood will be weak, and the opponent will immediately take advantage of him.

So he had a serious look on his face, and with the [weird] expectant eyes in his eyes, he shouted loudly:

"Are you more like a human or a fish?

To me, you look like...a weirdo who is 1.4cm tall and has a ponytail, and will cry for a long time even after being punched——! ! ! "

After the words fell, the female spy took a step back involuntarily as if she had been punched hard, and her figure suddenly became seven inches shorter.

Hey?

There was confusion in the eyes of her two dead fishes. She could understand each of these words, but when they were connected together, she couldn't understand them at all.

For a while, I couldn't even tell whether he should be killed or not.

But before she could react, the invisible power that originally possessed Wang Yuan's body had suddenly been shattered.

Without hesitation, he jumped off the altar and ran away.

A moment of cleverness can't offset the huge gap in strength between the two sides. The top priority now is to drag down those bullies guarding the outside and make them their scapegoats.

Only by feeding this [weirdness] can he possibly save his life.

Whoosh!

Speeding like lightning, Wang Yuan had never run so fast in his life. In just five steps, he successfully rushed out of the ancestral hall gate.

Seeing that life is close at hand.

Come quickly...

Unfortunately, Wang Yuan, who encountered a strange thing for the first time, still underestimated the power of a [weird].

As soon as the shout came out, his feet were suddenly entangled in the algae-like hair behind him, and his whole body was dragged back to the ancestral hall by the huge force, and was slapped on the ground with a snap.

The door of the ancestral hall that represented hope in front of him also suddenly closed.

next moment.

Countless long hairs were swimming fast on the ground like snakes, trying to penetrate Wang Yuan's body from seven orifices, nine pores, or even billions of pores, eating him clean from the inside out.

Obviously, wrong answer!

And this time, not only Wang Yuan's body, but also his mind will be gradually frozen:

It won't even take a day for me to fully regain my consciousness. Is this going to be the end of me?!

God, Buddha, Taoist Lord, Bodhisattva, Allah, Heaven, Ancestor, Heavenly Master, Zhong Kui, Taoist Master Yimei...Help!

No surprises.

Wang Yuan's traditional performance of cramming and holding N people at once failed shamefully.

However.

At the moment when the ends of those hairs were about to pierce the skin and penetrate into his body.

Wow…

In the deepest part of Wang Yuan's consciousness, a book with the words Little Book of Life and Death written in golden ancient seal on the cover suddenly turned from virtual to real, and its brilliance skyrocketed.

Light shot out from Wang Yuan's eyes, dyeing his eyes a golden color!

Chapter 3: Si Ming’s book of life and death, summoning generals to send Yama!

The book deep in the consciousness opened by itself, and on the title page appeared a majestic ghost and god wearing a crown and sitting on a blood cloud, with three heads and six arms.

Each of the six arms holds a magical weapon. There is a dragon head on the left shoulder, a tiger head on the right shoulder, and in the middle is a faceless human head wearing a crown and thick horns.

Although his appearance was ferocious and terrifying, the first time Wang Yuan saw him, he couldn't help but feel an infinite sense of security in his heart.

Just because: The green dragon on the left is the white tiger on the right, the old ox is on the waist, if God blocks it, it will kill God, and if Buddha blocks it, it will kill Buddha!

next moment.

Commander of the Book of Life and Death, summon the general to send Yama -!

A scolding sound in his ears, like a yellow bell, shocked him.

Fu Zhi's eyes fell on the seal that the ghost and god pinched on his chest, and he subconsciously stood up with one hand and made an identical hand seal.

The ghost king comes to the altar to seal!

Just hearing a majestic tiger roar, the three ghosts and gods jumped up from the title page.

Suddenly, Wang Yuan's eyes were blazing with light, mottled tiger stripes appeared on his cheeks, and even the word 王 was faintly visible in the middle of his forehead.

The temperament of his body also suddenly changed, and the hunting instinct in his bones revived, becoming cold and ferocious, like a tiger emerging from the forest.

He felt that his consciousness had been pulled away, and he instantly became a third-party observer. He could only exert influence on his body, but could no longer fully control it.

Whoosh!

His body shot up from the ground like a spring, and with the force exerted by his feet, the hair wrapped around his feet was easily broken.

Wang Yuan could clearly feel that his strength had not increased at all.

But there is a cool breath flowing in the body, which quietly eliminates the [weird] power that makes people unable to fight back, and the hair as a carrier immediately becomes no different from rotten grass.

Without hesitation, Wang Yuan roared and pounced on the [weird] fit, with the fishy wind gusting around him, like a dazzling tiger eager to devour people.

The Wang clan, the guardian of the mausoleum, passed down the family tradition of literature and martial arts. Most of the clan members had martial arts skills, and Wang Yuan was no exception.

Moreover, when his main consciousness is asleep, although he looks stupid, he is actually simple in mind. Without distractions, his strength is amazing, and his martial arts advancement is far beyond that of ordinary people.

This is why it hurts so much when a fool hits someone.

Less than fifteen years old, he had already mastered the White Tiger Art of War recorded in the Wang family's family biography The Thirty-Six Books of Martial Arts Volume 8 to the first level of Fine and Flesh Foreign Minister.

Strong on the outside, the tendons are like bow strings, the bones are like fine steel, and the 639 muscles stretch freely like a living thing;

The internal organs are strong, the blood is bright red and full of vitality, the internal organs are solid, and the traction fascia is generated with every breath.

Although he is still not the best in the world, it is extremely easy to take down a few strong men who can only use their strength to death.

One step crossing the tiger to climb the mountain and he was in front of the unresponsive female spy.

He clasped his hands together like an iron mallet and beat it out hard, venting all the strength in his body on her chest.

[White Tiger's Art of War·Yinhu Holding Seal]

Boom!

The originally irresistible [weirdness] was suddenly smashed out like a rag doll, hit the altar and fell to the ground with a thud.

Wang Yuan couldn't help but wonder, after getting rid of the unexplainable supernatural power, this female spy was not stronger than an ordinary woman?

And her reaction is slow, worse than that of a village woman.

He stepped forward to catch up, bent his knees and pressed her back, raised his fist and hit her hard on the back of the head.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The clear energy in the fist peak circulated back and forth, disintegrating the supernatural powers that protected the female ghost.

After three powerful punches, the [Strange] exploded into a spray of water and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a small piece of crystal-clear skull fragment in place.

Wang Yuan did not stop, he stood up and slapped the Corpse Book on the altar with all his strength.

The faint chanting in the ears suddenly stopped, and the burnt Corpse Book twisted into a piece of clean leather as white as a girl's skin.

This [weird object] seemed to be easily killed by his palm containing Qi.

Picking up the skull with one hand and the leather with the other, two lines of text immediately emerged in Wang Yuan's heart:

The bones weigh two to three cents.

Guipi, it weighs one tael and one cent.

A cold smile slowly appeared on Wang Yuan's tiger-striped face. Under the dim light, it looked more like weird than weird.

Then.

No, no, no... shut up!

In the powerless resistance of the main consciousness, the body, which acted completely according to instinct, actually stuffed them into the mouth, chewed them twice, and then ate them raw.

Unexpectedly, although the origin of this thing is difficult to explain, it tastes very good!

The Gui Gu tastes like a cartilage sturgeon, and the Gui Pi tastes like fat but not greasy elbow skin, which is really unforgettable.

It smells so good!

Wang Yuan licked his lips subconsciously, and then realized that he had taken over his body again, and the tiger stripes on his body had quietly disappeared.

At the same time, a hot current surges up in the abdomen, replenishing Qi and blood throughout the body and making it stronger and stronger.

Staring at the fists that he had just killed [Weird], his eyes became brighter and brighter:

The ghost king's altar seal? A small book of life and death? Kill one with three punches [weird]?

In a world full of all kinds of monsters, monsters, and even all kinds of unexplainable [weird things], what can bring people more security than a golden finger?

Although the [Ghost King's Altar Seal] did not directly give Wang Yuan powerful power, it gave him the possibility of violently breaking the situation when facing [Strange].

Other mortals can only passively abide by the [weird] rules of the game. Life and death are up to one person, and they can even only choose between early death and late death.

But for Wang Yuan, there was a third option.

That is - kill it!

Of course, the prerequisite is that after removing the gap in supernatural power, you can really beat it.

He didn't believe that all [weird things] were the same as this ugly monster today.

After calming down, Wang Yuan sat back on the altar and began to study the Little Book of Life and Death seriously.

Perhaps due to the [weird] stimulus, this mysterious book that had been hidden in his body for who knows how long, finally opened its arms to him at this moment.

After his consciousness focused on the cover, the pages of the book immediately began to turn. Turning over the title page with the statues of sitting ghosts and gods, another piece of text was revealed.

[Zhishu·Bookkeeper B: Wang Yuan

Birthplace: Daling Village, Guhuai'ao, Beimang Mountain, Luoyang Prefecture, Junzhou

Job: Preparatory tombkeeper of the Luoyang Royal Tomb on Beimang Mountain

Age: Fourteen years and three hundred and thirty-one days

Shouyuan:＊＊＊＊＊

Different phase: none

Fortune: 7, white tiger holds the momentum

(The year, month, day, and hour of birth of the four pillars and eight characters are each matched with the heavenly stems and earthly branches to form a total of eight characters, forming a four-pillar birth chart.

He is born with evil spirits in his life, and his horoscope is tough, one of a kind! )

Luck: -6, black clouds are overwhelming, the three fires (Fu, Lu, Longevity) will be extinguished, great misfortune!

Destiny: 1. A duckweed is like a boat in a sea of suffering. The sound of spring rain rarely comes when a decaying tree falls. Everything is not prosperous and encounters a strong wind. This life is drifting and has no support.

(Note: There are few unlucky people in the world, and it is simply a miracle that they can survive to this day)

Cultivation level: Martial Art of War first level Framly and External Appearance has achieved Inner Strength; Taoism