Yinsheng looked at Fu Jue and asked in a cold voice, "If it's really extinct, how can the ghost baby explain it?" ”

Fu Du moved his lips and said an explanation that even he didn't believe, "There is more than one way to cultivate a ghost baby, maybe it's just a coincidence. ”

But he knew in his heart that if he could quietly raise a ghost baby and regenerate it, no one would know about this kind of magic except for the spirit controller.

If it was really the spirit master's doing, then he would have to go to Yunguang Temple.

Of course, if he can get out alive.

Fu Jue looked around, and the afterglow suddenly swept to the black shadow that flashed outside the door, and he immediately chased it out, but when he ran out of the door, the black shadow had long since disappeared.

However, there were a row of footprints on the ground, and judging by the size of the footprints, it was obvious that it was a child of twelve or thirteen years old.

Fu Jue didn't think about it, so he followed the footprints and chased after him.

After walking for about ten minutes, the footprints disappeared, and in front of him was a cemetery.

There are several names engraved on the tombstone, which may be a little blurry over time.

"What are you doing?"

When Fu Jue was about to approach and check, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Fu Jue turned to look and saw an old man in his sixties carrying a basket with candles and paper money and the like.

The old man, on the other hand, was scrawny, exuding an air of decadence, staring at him gloomily with cloudy eyes, and wearing a washed and whitish dark blue dress.

But if he was not mistaken, this dress was a shroud worn only by the dead.

Fu Jue retracted his gaze and said in a gentle tone, "Uncle, are you from Tianluo Village?" ”

"It's not." The old man immediately denied it.

But he noticed that when the old man heard the three words of Tianluo Village, his hand subconsciously clenched the basket, and a trace of fear and resentment appeared in his eyes.

"The people of Tianluo Village are already dead, you should leave before it gets dark!" As he spoke, the old man squatted down and took out the paper money and lit it, looking at the fire in a trance.

Fu Jue also squatted down and asked casually, "Uncle, can you tell me what happened in Tianluo Village, where are those villagers?" ”

"I don't know." Seeing that Fu would never leave, the old man was a little angry, a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes, and he shouted loudly, "Didn't you hear if you let you leave?" ”

Looking at the old man's expression, Fu Jue became more and more sure of what he knew, and said in a resolute tone, "Uncle, I won't leave if you don't tell the reason." How many people out there have died because of this thing, do you want to die more because of your concealment? ”

Hearing this, the old man sat on the ground weakly, his lips trembled, he covered his face with his hands and cried bitterly, his voice was full of despair, "I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it." ”

Fu Jue didn't speak, just looked at the old man quietly, he knew that he would only confess if he let the old man recognize the reality and what the consequences had been caused by his concealment.

After a while, the old man's mood stabilized a little, and he said in a trance, "That year was my fourth year of marriage. ”

"I have been married to my daughter-in-law for four years without a single child, and I have had five or six pregnancies during this time, but all of them have been miscarried."

"The people in the village said that my daughter-in-law was unknown and broke into something, but at that time I didn't believe it, thinking that they were talking nonsense, until one day, a young man who came to travel passed by my house and said that my family was very angry and had dirty things."