As the two masters' words fell, the yellow talisman in their hands also glowed with golden light.

It's not some special effects, it's magic, it's real in front of everyone.

Wang Zhong realized that the plane he was in was really much more bizarre than the previous plane.

Then the two masters took the rune paper and walked in front of each child, and each time they passed through them, the rune paper in their hand would tap on their foreheads.

With a tap, they all left a faint blob of light on their foreheads.

After finishing it, one by one the disciples came up again, each of these disciples carried a black jar in his hand, but the jar was covered with a black cloth, and he could not see what was inside.

"Okay, the spirit root talisman has been activated, then put your hands into the jar in front of you, remember, don't look inside, otherwise you will be blind, don't blame me for not reminding."

Master Bai reminded Mu Ran.

Then the children walked over to the jar and put their hands inside.

The black cloth on the jar was very tightly covered, leaving only a small opening, and the immature little hands reached into the jar, but there was no discomfort.

A few of the children wanted to move, but they were immediately scolded by Master Bai on the side.

Everyone watched the scene on the stage nervously, because everyone knew that the next step was to decide the future development of these forty children.

"Buzz ......"

Suddenly, the white light on a child's forehead gradually dissipated, but it left a small cloud of words.

"Four."

The font condensed for a short while, and then gradually dissipated.

"It's four, it's not good, it's not bad, let's go down." Master Wu drank lightly.

The child's face turned pale and he stepped off the stage in a daze.

Then his parents hugged him and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the spiritual root is level four, which is not too bad." ”

"But I won't live to be forty, woo-woo-woo......"

Subsequently, the foreheads of the children on the stage showed numbers one after another.

"My number is seven, hahaha, not bad, not bad......"

"Mine is five, hey, I won't live more than fifty, but it's not bad......" someone comforted himself.

"Mine is three, why, why is this happening......" someone wailed, and the pain was immense.

The number three means that you can't live to be thirty, if such a person doesn't have a childhood sweetheart's partner, no one wants to marry a short-lived person.

Wang Zhong noticed that the spiritual root numbers of Sun Daniu and Lin Wu were actually seven.

"Haha, my son really has the resources to live a long life." Sun Daniu's father laughed loudly, very proud.

Lin Zhou also clapped his hands and laughed: "Level seven, it's level seven, I'll just say that my family Xiaowu is blessed." ”

"Lao Lin, Lao Sun, congratulations." Zhao Dahai arched his hands and sincerely congratulated the two families.

"Haha, I'll set up a banquet for my big cow in the evening, and everyone can come and cheer." Sun Daniu's father shouted happily.

"You're in such a hurry, then I'll change it to tomorrow." Lin Zhou said with a smile.

Lin Wu also jumped off the stage at this time, holding her head high happily, "I used to live so long, I was very happy at the fifth level." ”

"You kid, who doesn't want to live a few more years." Wei Yan said with a smile.

"But I'm old, it's so ugly, it's boring to live for so long." Lin Wudao.

"This kid, clean nonsense, let's go, go home." Lin Zhou happily picked up Lin Wu.

The three families walked back happily, and Wang Chong noticed a rule at this time, the level at the fourth level is a watershed, and there are many people above the fourth level.

On the contrary, there are very few people below level 4.

This time, only two boys are third-level spirit roots, and first-level and second-level are extremely rare.

But there are almost no people who have reached the eighth level of the spiritual root.

Next, Sun Daniu's father set up a few tables at home and feasted guests.

Wang Chong suddenly felt quite similar to the college entrance examination, he did well in the college entrance examination, didn't he invite a few tables of relatives and friends, and everyone would be happy together.

However, the difference is that if the spiritual root here is measured low, it means that it will not live long.

That night, many people came, and Wang Chong was naturally led over by Zhao Dahai and his wife.

"Congratulations, old grandson, your two sons have measured their spiritual roots well, congratulations, I want to drink a few more drinks tonight." Zhao Dahai shouted with a smile as soon as he passed.

Sun Daniu's father, Sun Wu, said with a smile: "Sit with Lao Lin and drink a few drinks together at night." ”

"Okay."

As soon as he sat down, Zhao Dahai found that Lao Lin was already there, but he just wanted to say hello, Lin Zhou hurriedly waved his hand and signaled Zhao Dahai not to speak.

Immediately afterwards, he came over and said in a low voice: "Another table of Lao Zhang is also here, and the one next to him is his second son." ”

Wang Chong also looked over, and unlike others who were happy, Lao Zhang and his son were not very happy at that table.

This old Zhang also knew that it was Zhang Butcher, whose two sons had been tested to the second-level spiritual root.

Not long ago, his eldest son died tragically, leaving only a second son, seeing that other people's spiritual roots are so high, it is strange that this old Zhang can be happy.

"Hey, Lao Zhang's son only has a few years left to live, hey, you look like you are not sick or sick, why is your life so short." Zhao Dahai glanced over there and sighed.

While the adults were chatting, Wang Zhong walked down.

He really wanted to see what the so-called short-lived people were like.

Just walked over, Lin Wu, the girl, came out of nowhere, grabbed Wang Chong and said, "Why are you going?" ”

"Just go for a walk."

"I think you're going to go to the short-lived kid, warn you, don't go."

"What's wrong?" Wang Chong frowned slightly.

"Didn't you notice that there was no one sitting next to the family, the short-lived person is said to be unlucky, and if you go over, it will be transmitted to you."

Wang Chong raised his eyebrows, no wonder no one sat down on the side of Zhang's house, and dared to love that this family had become a plague god.

It's just that if he doesn't go over, he can't tell the difference between the so-called short-lived people and long-lived people, and he vaguely feels that it is impossible for a person who is not sick or sick to die for no reason.

If this person died because of a short life, there must be a reason.

Since it was not due to illness, in Wang Chong's view, there are only two possibilities.

One: Curse. Two: The evil thing killed the man.

Thinking of this, Wang Chong's back was cold, if he cursed, he would curse everyone, whose curse would be so powerful.

And the evil thing, it is even more strange, after the death of so many short-lived people, no one has ever found the evil thing?

"Lin Wu, you can play while you go, I'll take a look."

In Wang Chong's opinion, Lin Wu was just a child, so without waiting for Lin Wu to respond, he walked towards the Zhang family father and son.

Zhang Yundong is a well-known butcher in the city, and his family has cattle, pigs and sheep, many of them.

may have killed a lot of animals, and there was a murderous aura and a smell of blood on his body.

Although his son Zhang Liang was only seven or eight years old, he was already eating meat and drinking wine at a young age, and there was no one around.

"Son, eat as much as you can." Zhang Yundong whispered to Zhang Liang.

"Yes, the boy understands."

After Zhang Liang finished speaking, he saw a four-year-old child sitting aside, which made him stunned for a moment.

You must know that since he was measured to have a short lifespan, his former playmates have seen him as if he had met a plague god, and this is the first time that someone is willing to sit at a table with him.

Naturally, Wang was heavy, and he grabbed a chicken leg and ate it.

"Child, it's unlucky to sit in this seat, your father and mother will scold you, go away." Zhang Yundong said in a low voice.

"Unlucky or anything is fake, the so-called short life, there must be a solution." Wang Zhong said.

Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head speechlessly, he thought that Wang Chong was a child who was not sensible and was talking nonsense.

"Zhang Liang, if you don't dislike it, can you give me a pulse?" l0ns3v3