The small woods blocked the thin sunlight, and the coldness was rampant around. The surrounding scene was so terrifying that it made people feel frightened.
Lin Hao didn¡¯t dare to step forward at all, and stood rooted to the spot with his feet.
Qin Ruan's voice was soft and soothing: "Brother Hao, your physique will be like this for the rest of your life. You will be fine once you get used to it."
Lin Hao always has to take this step.
In Qin Ruan¡¯s view, these are nothing compared to the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld and are not worth mentioning at all.
She took Lin Hao¡¯s hand and led him to Wei Linchen.
"Teacher Wei, hold his hand."
Wei Linchen looked at the hand Qin Ruan handed over, with a look of rejection on his face.
He raised his eyes and looked at Qin Ruan in confusion: "Why?"
He has a mysophobia and does not easily have physical contact with others.
Qin Ruan had a harmless smile on his face and said to him: "Lin Hao has a special physique. If you have physical contact with him, you will see things you cannot see."
Wei Linchen looked at Lin Hao in surprise: "Yin Yang eyes?"
Qin Ruan nodded: "That's right."
Lin Hao¡¯s physique may be more complicated than Yin Yang Eyes.
Wei Linchen could see Lin Hao's nervousness and fear, and he was curious about what he had seen that made him so scared.
After hesitating for a long time, he slowly stretched out his hand toward Lin Hao.
Wei Linchen held Lin Hao's hand, and his palm was sticky.
This made him even more curious, and he turned to look at the yellow jujube tree not far away.
With just one glance, Wei Linchen's gentle face was horrified, and his pupils were trembling.
Waves of cold air surged through his body, making his scalp numb.
Countless pairs of eyes stared at him full of hatred, resentment, and even dull eyes.
Their bodies were broken, their faces were ferocious and twisted, their bodies were covered in black and red blood, and they were surrounded by black evil mist.
The red cloth on the yellow oak tree disappeared, and countless green-faced and fanged souls took their place.
Wei Linchen opened his mouth slightly and let out a breath of cold air.
He clearly opened his eyes, but could not see the existence of these puppets.
It can be seen that Huang Jueshu has great cultivation ability, and it can actually block his Taoism.
Wei Linchen¡¯s voice could no longer remain calm: ¡°Qin Ruan, why is this happening?¡±
Even as a Taoist priest, he did not dare to stare at the scene of purgatory on earth in front of him.
The dead souls in front of me include men and women, old and young, and even immature children.
Why did they die here?
The broken limbs scattered under the yellow jue tree piled up into a hill, thick with bones.
This is not something that can be accumulated in just a few years. This is the irrefutable evidence of killing that has been accumulated with the lives of countless people.
Director Liu did not follow because of fear.
The only people present were Qin Ruan, Wei Linchen, Lin Hao, and several Huo family secret guards behind them.
The only people who can see countless innocent souls hanging on the Huangjue tree are Qin and Ruan.
Just when Wei Linchen was shocked by the horrifying scene in front of him, something unexpected happened.
Hanging on the yellow jue tree, the child closest to them flew from the tree and fell to the ground.
This is a cute-looking girl with a pale face and innocent yet gloomy eyes.
Looking at her figure, she looks like she is only seven or eight years old.
The little girl walked towards Qin Ruan and the others, her mouth slightly opened, and black mist slowly emerged from her mouth.
She spoke: "Brother, sister, are you here to play with us?"
The voice is simple, mixed with a childlike innocence, which is not offensive and can make people easily let down their guard.
Qin Ruan, Wei Linchen, and Lin Hao watched the little girl approach, but no one responded to her.
Sensing their indifferent attitude, the little girl stopped a few meters away from the three of them.
She tilted her head and asked innocently, "Why don't you talk?"
The little girl smiled, with two dimples on her face, her innocence and childlike innocence made people fond of her.
????????????????????????????????????????????? If the black mist is not surging under her eyes, her face is not pale, and there is not a drop of black blood falling on her body as she moves, maybe people will really think of her as an ordinary child.
It¡¯s a pity that she is a little puppet.
Qin Ruan¡¯s eyes fell on the ground behind the girl.
When she walked around, she didn¡¯t know where so much thick black blood flowed from her body.
They dyed the ground red, dazzling and bloody.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?The girl suddenly showed a pitiful expression: "I understand, don't you like me?"
The face changes only in an instant.
After the little girl finished speaking, her face instantly darkened, revealing a strange and sinister malice.
She had a stern little face, her eyes were widened, and the eyeballs in her eyes seemed to be about to fall out.
A pair of eyes filled with thick black mist stared closely at Qin Ruan, Wei Linchen and Lin Hao.
Qin Ruan¡¯s eyes narrowed, but he still didn¡¯t say a word.
In contrast to her calmness, Wei Linchen and Lin Hao could not remain calm.
Lin Hao squeezed Wei Linchen's hand tightly, swallowed his saliva, and said to Qin Ruan in a low voice: "Ancestor, please do it quickly, I have goosebumps all over my body."
He will not relax his vigilance because of the little puppet in front of him.
The little puppet, who was less than his waist height, looked so weird that it made him feel nervous.
The puppet¡¯s mind is unpredictable, and he might rush over to take your life in the next second.
Qin Ruan's eyes were deep and his voice was indifferent: "What's the rush? This is just an appetizer."
She raised her head and looked at the countless resentful souls on the yellow jujube tree with cold eyes.
They were wearing the clothes they wore before they died, representing different eras and seasons.
The thick black evil spirit is what she needs right now.
But her heart was not as happy as she expected, but instead felt heavy.
A rough calculation shows that there are hundreds of dead souls hanging on this tree, and they have been imprisoned here for hundreds of years.
Huang Jueshu¡¯s long-term suppression made them resentful.
The resentment turned into evil spirit and turned into a puppet, helping Huang Jueshu to do evil.
"These dead souls have no choice, no one can relieve them. They can only find a way to survive on their own and rely on the yellow jue tree to survive.
"Zizi"
It sounded like the sizzling sound of meat being put into a frying pan.
Qin Ruan looked away from the yellow jue tree and looked at the little girl not far away.
The clothes on her body were corroded by black blood, and soon the clothes turned into black water and soaked the ground where she stood.
Even the opponent¡¯s hair has not escaped the corruption of black blood.
The little girl who was innocent just now turned into a monster in the blink of an eye.
There were dense wounds all over her body, with black flesh and blood exposed from the wounds, and there was almost no good spot.
Qin Ruan stared at the little girl expressionlessly.
His eyes suddenly moved slightly, staring at the other person's chest.
There was a dead tree stained with black blood and wrapped in carrion.
This piece of dead wood was right on the little girl¡¯s heart, so familiar that Qin Ruan¡¯s delicate and expressionless face changed slightly.
When Nangong Chang died, the piece of dead wood left in the house was the same as the wood on the little girl's body.
Qin Ruan looked thoughtful and stepped forward. The little girl almost immediately returned to her original state.
A bright smile appeared on her pale face, and her expression was filled with excitement and weirdness.
"Sister, do you want to play with me?"
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