After edamame cut through Xiao Ru's palm, he made a cut in his palm, held Xiao Ru's hand, and the wounds collided, urging the mana, and slowly forcing his own magic blood into its body. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the blood entered her body, Xiao Ru felt as if a fire began to spread from the palm of her hand, gradually spreading throughout her body, Xiao Ru's teeth clucked, and her body trembled violently, but she still gritted her teeth and endured it.

Dongdong asked Su Wanting in a low voice: "What are they doing here?" ”

Su Wanting glanced at him and didn't answer, her expression was a little confused.

When he started to arrange the formation, he used a lot of blood, and now that he came again, Edamame's face gradually turned pale, and after spreading the blood to Xiao Ru's body, he immediately sealed the wound on his palm.

Xiao Ru cultivated to get close to the Ghost King, although his own magic blood would cause damage to it, but he should still be able to withstand it for a while.

The blood is connected and the soul is inseparable, this is indeed the premise of casting the Bai family's strongest soul detention spell, but in fact, there is a more important point for him to do this, that is, Edamame still has some doubts in his heart, and the words are all said by Xiao Ru himself, although it doesn't look like he is lying to himself, but the ghosts are very cunning, and he is not sure how credible his words are.

If Xiao Ru really has any other thoughts, and she helps it to detain her soul, it will be like lifting a stone to shoot herself in the foot.

And in normal times, if you want to determine this, unless you search for souls, but Xiao Ru cultivates to get close to the ghost king, and her soul searching technique is afraid that it won't have much effect.

However, at this time, they are connected by blood, and Edamame has come up with a way to determine whether Xiaoru is lying or not.

He took a deep breath, took out the Luban ruler with his right hand, glanced at Xiao Ru, whose eyes were closed, put the tail of the ruler on top of its head, and smeared it on the body of the ruler with a little ghost blood in his left hand.

"The ruler has a spirit, measuring the heavens and the earth, measuring the longevity of the people, measuring the cause and effect of the ghosts, and the bloodline is the guide, which is now in my eyes!"

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding space began to change rapidly, falling into nothingness, Dongdong and Su Wanting disappeared, and Xiaoru in front of him gradually turned into a virtual shadow, and after a few seconds, pictures began to flash in front of him.

Edamame takes a closer look, these pictures are men and women, old and young, and each one represents Xiaoru's past.

After a few glances, he felt a sudden dizziness in his brain, like a needle prick, and his heart suddenly woke up, reincarnation belongs to the heavenly machine, and his tablet is not enough, so he can't snoop too much.

So he no longer looked at them carefully, and went straight to the last one, on which was a thin little girl, who was Xiaoru in this world.

As soon as the consciousness moved, this picture turned into countless points of light, filling the surroundings, and after a few seconds, countless walls rose from the ground, and then corridors and floors, like a science fiction movie, building a new space in just a few tens of seconds.

Looking around, Edamame found himself standing in a long hallway, with rooms on either side, and there were quite a few hurried people in the corridor, most of them wearing white coats with yellow-green military uniforms peeking out of the open neckline.

Edamame nodded secretly, this should be the ghost building seventy years ago, when it was still the army hospital of the little devil.

Seeing a Japanese doctor running into him, Edamame instinctively wanted to dodge, but as soon as the phantom flashed, the man passed directly through his body and hurried to the other side of the corridor.

Edamame scratched his head, feeling a little strange, why did he suddenly feel like he had become a ghost.

With his hands behind his back, with a hint of induction in his heart, he kept moving in one direction, and when he approached the end of the corridor, Edamame turned to an iron door next to him.

The iron gate was locked, and through the fence on the door, another noise could be faintly heard inside, and Edamame raised his feet and entered directly through the door.

The room still looked the same as now, dark and damp, there was not even a window, only a small dim lamp hanging from the ceiling, and the whole space was filled with the smell of mold and feces, and it was disgusting.

Edamame frowned, knowing in his heart that what was in front of him was just an illusion constructed with Xiao Ru's memory, and these smells should also be Xiao Ru's feelings at that time, which were transmitted to him by Lu Banqi.

Looking around, he saw that there was nothing in the narrow room, but a stained mat was spread on the floor along the wall, and on the cushion sat seven or eight people, all women, of different ages, and gray-haired old women, and some of them looked like they were only ten years old, but all of them were listless and gray-faced.

Edamame glanced at them one by one, and soon found Xiao Ru curled up in a woman's arms.

Skinny, with yellow muscles and bare feet, covered with abscesses, he was now cowering in the woman's arms, her eyes closed, as if she were asleep.

Edamame looked at the woman holding Xiaoru, about thirty years old, with a haggard complexion, deep-set cheeks, and it looked like her physical condition was extremely poor.

She lowered her head and looked carefully at her sleeping daughter in her arms, her bloody hand gently patted on her back, and she hummed an unknown song intermittently.

Edamame stood in the middle of the room, motionless, and the scene around him began to change rapidly, as if it were fast forwarding.

Every evening, under the iron gate, several iron plates are stuffed into the plates, which contain some thin rice soup and a hole as hard as a stone.

At this time, Xiaoru would run to the door and hand the iron plates on the ground to everyone's hands one by one, Edamame was still a little puzzled at first, and later found that these people had a lot of wounds on their bodies, bleeding white pus, and some people's wounds were even densely packed with maggots, emitting a foul smell.

The corners of Edamame's mouth twitched, knowing that it was because he had been locked in such a place for a long time, which caused the wound to become infected, and the muscles had died.

Every time, Xiaoru picked up her own food last, ran back to the corner, and struggled to break the nest head with her thin little hands, then soaked it in rice soup to soften, and fed it to her mother's lips.

And the woman smiled and shook her head every time, stuffed the nest head into Xiaoru's mouth, and only took a few mouthfuls of rice soup slightly.

The iron door of the room does not open often, but every time it is opened, there will be one less person in the room, some of them will die and be carried out, and some will be carried out and die again......

Until one day, Xiaoru's mother was set up by two Japanese soldiers, Xiaoru cried and hugged her mother's legs, but was kicked away by a pair of black leather boots.

The woman tried to turn her head and looked at Xiao Ru's eyes full of reluctance, but a difficult smile appeared on her face, her chapped lips trembled slightly, and she was roughly dragged out before she could say anything.

From that day on, Xiaoru's mother, like everyone else, never returned.