Although Wang Simiao was confused, he also understood what Wang Tiansheng said, looked around cautiously, and asked Wang Tiansheng timidly:

"Grandpa, you mean, there are ghosts all around, but I can't see it??"

Wang Tiansheng nodded solemnly, Wang Simiao grinned and leaned against the stone mountain, hugging the mirror tightly to his chest. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"So I can't tell when I'm going to be eaten by the demons?"

"There is a possibility ......"

Wang Simiao wailed, thinking in his heart that it was better to stay in Hou Shengcheng, there was food, drink, and pain, what did he do when he came to the sun for nothing. Even so, he still didn't forget to ask Wang Tiansheng about the situation on Qingling Mountain.

Wang Tiansheng pinched his fingers, his face gradually became solemn, and then he sighed and said:

"There is a record in the Book of Heaven, there is indeed a miracle of the goddess on Qingling Mountain, this village was originally called Penglai Village, when it was cursed by the king of Hades for generations not to die well, drought for many years. Later, a goddess passed away, saving the people and water and fire, and since then it has been renamed the goddess village, which has been worshiped by the villagers for generations for a hundred years......"

"How did that get to be the way it is? What about the goddess? Wang Simiao asked.

Wang Tiansheng showed hesitation, and after a long sigh, he shook his head again and again:

"I only know that later, the goddess was demonized, and the goddess village gradually became desolate, until today, there are less than 20 villagers."

As he was talking, there was a sound of walking behind him, Wang Simiao turned his head in a rowsy voice, and after seeing Wei Kun sitting beside him with sleepy eyes, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and glanced at the yin-yang mirror in his hand, but as if he didn't see it, he leaned on the stone mountain and closed his eyes to recuperate.

"There will definitely be a lot of lonely soul beasts on Qingling Mountain, are you ready?" Wei Kun asked.

"To be honest, I'm also a little scared, I heard my grandfather say that there are wandering spirits around here, and it's like this down the mountain, and I can probably guess the situation on the mountain."

Wei Kun glanced at him with half-squinted eyes and raised his eyebrows, and after a low laugh in his mouth, he took a red rope and copper coin from his braid and handed it to Wang Simiao.

"Do you really have a book from heaven?"

Wang Simiao looked stunned, suddenly looked back at Wei Kun, saw that the corners of people's mouths seemed to be smiling, and when he turned his head to look at him, he gave himself goosebumps all over his body, so he hurriedly nodded and pushed the yin-yang mirror in front of Wei Kun.

"The sky is my grandfather's, do you think I have it?"

Wei Kun squinted at the yin and yang mirror, hooked his lips and smiled, without the slightest suspicion, seeing that Wang Simiao carefully took the sympathy, turned over, leaned against the stone mountain and closed his eyes and squinted for a while.

Wang Simiao played with the copper coins and red threads in his hands, and found that it was too short to wrap around his neck, so he had to tie it on his wrist after studying it for a long time, but he didn't want to, a hot burning sensation spread to his entire arm, Wang Simiao exclaimed, hugged his arm and fell to the ground, and hurriedly tore the red rope on his wrist, but somehow, the live buckle that was easily tied just now became tighter and tighter at this time.

When I looked up, I saw Wei Kun, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, looking at him with a smile instead of a smile, as if he was watching a good show.

"Ever heard of the deed? The soul that has made a contract with the ghost is the contractor. ”

"You're hurting me?"

Wei Kun shrugged his shoulders and stretched out his finger to point to the red rope on Wang Simiao's wrist, "Make a contract with me, from now on your soul is mine, immortal and immortal, until the end of the contract, you will never be reincarnated." ”

Wang Simiao gasped, and the force of tearing the red rope in her hand became heavier and heavier.

"Why?"

"There must be many difficulties on Qingling Mountain, and you are a lonely ghost who wants to go up the mountain is a daydream, so when we come back safely, you hand over the Book of Heaven to me, and the contract will naturally end."

"For the Yin and Yang Book?"

Wei Kun nodded, calmly catching Wang Simiao a little off guard, he originally thought that he and Lu Eighteen's Little Ninety-Nine had successfully deceived Wei Kun, but he didn't want to overcome all the obstacles along the way, but in fact, he didn't gain all of Wei Kun's trust.

Wang Simiao crawled to Wei Kun's side with both hands and feet, and raised his wrist that was burned by the red rope, his face pale.

"Does this thing have to hurt so much all the time?"

"As long as you promise, it won't hurt."

Wang Simiao looked down at his pale skin being burned by the red rope, and it smelled burnt, and the piercing pain made him almost instantly paralyzed to the ground, trembling all over, so he had to think about it and nodded quickly.

"I promise you......"

Wei Kun turned his head with a smile, but when he saw Wang Simiao, his expression was stunned, and black blood vessels suddenly appeared on his originally pale cheeks, all over Wang Simiao's skin, intersecting each other, extremely hideous.

"You planted the poison of the bones?"

Wang Simiao collapsed on the ground, curled up together, trembling uncontrollably, the chill gradually spread all over his body, hearing Wei Kun ask, he nodded weakly, and the place where his hand was burned by the red rope gradually expanded, and in addition to the smell of burning, he could also smell a foul smell.

"With the poison planted in the bones, you can still be safe?"

Wei Kun reached out to hold Wang Simiao's wrist in disbelief, and pressed his palm against the red rope, making a 'hiss' sound.

"Ah......h

Wang Simiao looked up to the sky and roared, struggling not to listen, and the veins on his face became deeper and deeper, and finally from his neck down, gradually spreading to his arms and chest.

"Please turn the Dharma (1) wheel, and turn it as you can. The slight mist fell first, in order to drown the dust. Open the door of Nirvana, fan the wind of liberation" Wei Kun sat on the ground, his legs curled up, pinched Wang Simiao's wrist with one hand, closed his eyes and recited the Immeasurable Sutra.

Wang Simiao only felt that the voice was getting farther and farther away, like the sound of a bell echoing in his ears, and gradually Wei Kun's voice became deeper and deeper, becoming as low and empty as the Buddhas studying the scriptures.

The severe pain numbed his mind, Wang Simiao lay on the ground and convulsed, and green water flowed from under his body.

There was a sudden 'buzz......ing' sound in his ears, Wang Simiao instantly straightened her legs, and after screaming, she completely fainted.

And Wei Kun opened his eyes and saw Wang Simiao's miserable white prostration, and breathed a long sigh of relief, and the two leaned side by side on the stone mountain.

Wei Kun picked up Wang Simiao's scalded wrist, tied the red rope again, and touched the red rope and copper coins at the ends of his braided hair, and in the blink of an eye, seeing the two copper coins emitting a faint light, Wei Kun breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes to recuperate