The souls of human beings are injustice, and in reality, most of them cannot speak.

Unless you have spiritual wisdom and cultivate your true body, after understanding human nature, you can naturally abandon the Sui script and use human language to communicate with living people.

The Ninth Master is such an example.

Compared with these soul-like injustices, the rest of the humanoid injustices that have been transformed from corpses, and if they want to speak out, it is not ordinary.

Most of the injustices in the form of corpses can not be cultivated in a few days and months, but they can only be calculated in years, and it will take longer to cultivate to the point where they do not speak the sirling language but speak in the mouth.

Unless these injustices are refined by magic, there can be no quick success.

Since these injustices have to be cultivated with the help of their own physical bodies, their souls generally cannot leave their physical bodies casually.

Of course, there are some special cases.

For example, some injustices are the result of soulless corpses.

is like this kind of injustice with no soul and only a body, the strength is uneven, there are extremely powerful ruthless characters, and there are also some parallel goods with no combat effectiveness.

But they all have a common problem, they don't have brains.

Don't think I'm scolding them, I mean, they don't have any intelligence, and they can't talk to people like those who are wronged by high intelligence.

Judging from the "mummy" I have met now, it should have a soul, and its strength should not be weak.

"What kind of injustice is this," I muttered to myself, looking at the injustice constantly, only feeling confused.

I've read a lot of books, and I've heard countless stories, but I've never heard of a single wronged person who looks like this and can speak human words.

"He's my apprentice, but he hasn't officially taken up his post yet, no, bring it back for assessment." Fang Shiliang looked at the "mummy" and smiled brightly.

Then, he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, slowly lit one for himself, and then threw the whole box of cigarettes to the "mummy".

"Apprentice?" The mummy's voice was still sharp and harsh to hear.

Judging by its voice, the grandson seemed to be laughing.

"You'll also take apprentices?" It asked Fang Shiliang.

"You have to find something to do in life, don't you?" Fang Shiliang asked rhetorically.

The mummy seemed to be stunned, and after hearing this, he was silent for a while, and finally nodded, and said very seriously: "Those of us who are dead, we also have to find something to do, otherwise, it will be too idle and not good." ”

At this moment, I was shocked to realize that it seemed to be holding something in its hand.

It seems to be a string of Buddhist beads??

"I'm going back."

It said in a hoarse voice, then folded its hands, and the other party Shi Liang said, "When I have time, I will go to you." ”

"No." Fang Shiliang waved his hand.

Strange to say, when this "mummy" walked deep into the woods, the rest of the injustices seemed to begin to retreat one after another.

With the sound of a sigh of soot, the injustice that was still showing at the edge of the forest just now was gone.

"What's going on? Why are they all gone?? I didn't react: "It's not going to go back to sleep, is it?" ”

"I've seen enough, and I'm leaving."

Fang Shiliang smiled, turned around, and continued to walk with me into the mountains.

Seeing that Fang Shiliang didn't want to say more, I didn't ask any more, followed him with my luggage, and continued to walk up the mountain.

Suddenly, Fang Shiliang asked me coldly.

"You folded your life span for five years to get into battle, do you regret it?"

When I heard this, I didn't think much about it at all, and shook my head very simply, and then I realized that the grandson couldn't see my movements at all.

"No regrets." I replied.

"Well, that's good." Fang Shiliang said: "If you don't regret it, I'm afraid you will regret it." ”

"What is there to regret?" I laughed, "If I had to do it again, I'd have to do it again." ”

"Really?" Fang Shiliang asked me.

I don't know why, when Fang Shiliang asked these two words, I only felt a cool air rushing out of my backbone, and in an instant, I broke out in an inexplicable cold sweat.

Seriously, I have a sense of foreboding.

"What do you want to do?" I asked tentatively.

"I don't want to do anything." Fang Shiliang smoked a cigarette, and his tone was a little weird: "Don't think too much about you kid, I'm just asking." ”

Fuck me.

As soon as he said that, I became more and more panicked.

This grandson doesn't seem to be just asking, maybe he has something bad in his heart!!

"That injustice just now looks scary, doesn't it?" Fang Shiliang suddenly asked, a bit like deliberately diverting the topic.

But I have to say that the point he mentioned is indeed what I am curious about.

"It's not particularly scary, it's just quite surprising," I said in a loud voice: "If I hadn't met it on your mountain, I guess I wouldn't have dared to believe that it was wronged, and it looked like a cos mare at a comic con."

"Hey, boy, do you think it's spinning fast?" Fang Shiliang interrupted me and said with a smile: "It's not bad compared to the masters of Zheng Xiaoxian'er's family, right?" ”

"It's still a little bit off." I replied seriously, my mind flashed the appearance of the Ninth Master, and sighed: "But this is not bad, it is the injustice of the corpse cultivation, and it is not cultivated by those souls, it is already good to be like this." ”

"That's because you're too knowledgeable, and you'll know when you deal with it later." Fang Shiliang sneered: "This old guy is very good!" ”

"What kind of injustice is it?" I asked the question that interests me the most at the moment.

After Fang Shiliang heard my question, he paused slightly.

"It's a stinger."

(Note: 魙, pronounced zhan first tone.) ）

When I got the answer, I didn't think much about it, mumbled, and continued to follow Fang Shiliang.

But as I walked, I reacted, fuck!

魙?!!

"Yang and Yin are not like this, they should have a lot of qi on their bodies" I stammered when I spoke, and I only felt that Fang Shiliang's grandson was bragging and lying to me: "Are you joking with me?" ”

"What am I kidding you for?" Fang Shiliang asked me angrily: "In your eyes, there is only one word for the word, is there only yang and yin?" Something else for you to eat? ”

It was only when I heard these words that I came back to my senses a little.

Fang Shiliang is not wrong, there are five kinds of injustices in the same class, and there are indeed more than yang and yin.

In addition to the sins of the yang and the yin, there are also the ghost Tai Sui, who is known as the evil of the ten thousand evils, and the gentleman who has achieved the cultivation of the Tao, and the sins of the Tao after his death

"Yin, Yang, Ghost Tai Sui, Dao Wei" I muttered in my mouth, remembering the Buddha beads held by the mummy just now, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, and said in a cold sweat: "That can't be a Buddha, right?" ”

Buddha, as the name suggests, is the injustice of the enlightened monk who participated in meditation and realized the Buddha, and turned into injustice after death.

Among the thousands of injustices, if the ghost Tai Sui is the big brother who lives alone at the top of the list, then the second place should be the legendary sin of mountains and rivers, and the third place should be the Buddha and the Dao

"That's the Buddha." Fang Shiliang said with a smile: "Ordinary Wei, after waking up, their intelligence is actually very low, unless they are opened by someone with a spell, or they have practiced for a period of time and gradually regained their sanity, so they can become smarter, but the Wei that lives in my mountain are all aliens, and when they just wake up, their brains turn very fast." ”

"They?" I was stunned: "How many skull do you have here?" ”

"Plus the one you just saw, there are two in total." Fang Shiliang said.

I really don't know what to say for a while, Fang Shiliang is really a anomaly!

If all the injustices in this mountain are gathered together, it is estimated that it will be enough to write an encyclopedia of injustices, and God knows how these rare injustices came about

No wonder they all call this grandson Mr. Ghost, this nickname is really not for nothing!

"Does that Buddha have a name of its own?" I asked.

When I think of those immortal families in the north, I feel that most of these powerful injustices, especially those with spiritual wisdom, should have their own names.

Hearing my question, Fang Shiliang hummed, nodded, and said.

"Yes, it's called the Evil Lama."