In Qi Jingzhi's perception, when the little girl asked that question again, a dark wind suddenly rose in the dark room she was in, and whistled out of the window on the iron door.

At this moment, even with the cover of the spirit mask, Qi Jingzhi still smelled an extremely strong stench!

He only felt that the ground was dark in front of him, and the light of the torch in his hand was only a hazy halo, and his heart was even more annoying, and even his stomach was churning violently.

Qi Jingzhi did not retreat, but did not hesitate to move two steps sideways, blocking in front of Jiao Yulang.

In this direction, the yin wind is indeed more violent.

The spirit mask suddenly glowed with pale cyan fluorescence, and the remnant thoughts of Yunzi in the inner road bore the brunt, and when he ascended, a large piece of it was blown off by the yin wind, and large pieces of mountain fragments roared and fell.

At a glance, Qi Jingzhi found that most of these fallen fragments contained memories related to emotions such as anticipation, joy, satisfaction, and gratitude......

More of them are the demonic acts that those teenagers deliberately skipped and didn't look at, but they could be imagined.

With the breaking and falling, these originally colorful fragments quickly faded their original colors, quickly turned into black and gray colors in the yin wind, and then flew to those peaks of similar colors.

In the face of the sudden yin wind, the black or gray peaks in Lu Yunzi's remnant thoughts not only stood still, but continued to absorb the fragments wrapped in the yin wind, becoming more and more majestic and magnificent.

Qi Jing's heart sank slightly, and he didn't think this change was a good thing.

Fortunately, the yin wind only lasted for a few breaths before it came to an abrupt end, and the young man's eyes suddenly returned to light, and the light on the torches was still warm and enthusiastic.

Qi Jingzhi exhaled softly, and saw that Jiao Yulang had already sat cross-legged on the ground at some point, his eyes were closed, his expression was painful, and his lips kept moving, as if he was chanting something.

"Little brother, Wan'er asked you something, why didn't you answer?"

The little girl's voice sounded again, her voice was still immature, but her tone was extremely indifferent, without any warmth.

Qi Jingzhi turned his head and said in a deep voice: "Wan'er, do you know what you did just now?" ”

At this moment, Wan'er's little face was no longer as fair and tender as before, and the rouge blood stains had turned dark black, and there were hideous and ugly scars like centipedes.

Hearing the young man's question, the little girl was suddenly stunned, as if she had not discovered her mistake until this time.

She spun around quickly, raising her hands and covering her little face.

The next moment, a cry mixed with regret and fear came from the fingers of the little girl: "Why did you become like this again?" Daddy, Wan'er knows it's wrong! I shouldn't lose my temper, I shouldn't talk to outsiders, I shouldn't sneak a little mouse into the house! ”

Under Qi Jingzhi's gaze, the little girl covered her face and cried and repented, jumped off the stool and ran to the small table in the room.

On the table, the white gold rat seized the opportunity and had managed to get past the bronze candlestick in the center and get much closer to the shelves where the iron boxes were placed.

The little girl let go of the candlestick, held down the platinum rat, and held it in her hand.

The platinum rat immediately let out a miserable scream, its small body curled up like a shrimp, and its eyes squirted out a half-inch-long red light even more violently, hitting Wan'er's forearm fiercely.

The sleeves of the little girl's clothes rippled like water waves, bright red and viscous, like a surging wave of blood.

"So you're a bad guy too!" The little girl was very angry, and the expression on her face was fierce with the strength in her hand.

This time, the platinum rat couldn't even scream, and the four red paws twitched violently.

"At that time, I will seek the voice to save the suffering Tianzun, and all the attendants, travel the world of the ten directions, transform all sentient beings, get out of the sea of suffering, and return to the right path and not enter the evil sect."

Jiao Yulang's voice suddenly resounded in the small secret passage dark room.

Before he knew it, he had already stood up, held the torch high above his head, and paced slowly towards the iron gate step by step.

Qi Jingzhi had never seen Jiao Yulang look like this, so he was surprised and silently moved out of the way, and protected the little baby's side step by step.

Jiao Yulang's eyes were still closed, his expression was solemn, his tone was solemn, and he kept chanting without distraction.

"At that time, the real people of Miaoxing and the immortals of the ten directions told Tianzun and said: Good! Wonderful! All because of the past life and this life, pretending to be wrong, rebellious and corrupt, losing life and money, abortion and damage to the child, blood stained childbirth, premature death, incomprehensible hatred, sins accumulate hills and mountains, sink in hell, blood lakes and wells, blood pools and blood mountains, suffer all kinds of pain, and it is impossible to escape! ”

As a large section of scripture was slowly recited, the body of the little girl in the iron gate began to tremble uncontrollably, and the red clothes on her body surged violently, making a gurgling sound of water.

The strong bloody aura overwhelmed the original silver stench almost instantly.

Born in ten thousand hardships and died as a ghost, the place where the little girl stood was the long night of bitter prison and the blood lake of Xudu!

"Don't read it!"

There was a terrible scream from inside the iron gate, and Wan'er's stature rose sharply, growing into a tall big girl at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then quickly fell down.

At the same time, the pigtails on her head tied with red ropes burst violently, and her hair quickly became dense and long like branches, and when it fell, it was a long, white and miserable mess.

After a short silence, the old woman's voice trembled, crying and laughing: "Your little brother is so ruthless, I have forgotten it all, but you want to remind you!" ”

Jiao Yulang, who stopped and stood in front of the iron window, was stunned, and continued to chant for a moment: "Helping the hard and dying, lighting the lamp is the top." The five directions and eight poles, the hell prison, the land of the cathode, the realm of the long night, the dead soul is imprisoned, and the three lights are not seen. ”

As these words were read, a hideous sneer appeared on the face of the white-haired and red-clothed old woman: "Yes, yes, I have been in this place where I have not seen the light of day, and I have been in this place for too long......"

"Little brother, do you want to be overly Wan'er? But I don't even have eyes, and I can't see the lamp you light again! ”

Jiao Yulang still turned a deaf ear.

He suddenly opened his eyes, held the torch high with both hands, knelt respectfully towards the east, touched the ground with his forehead, and kowtowed deeply: "Jishou Qingxuan Lord, Taiyi saves the bitter honor, the nine-headed lion sits up, try to save the lonely soul!" ”

When the words fell, the torch in his hand suddenly burst into flames, and it faintly revealed nine colors.

Jiao Yulang stood up suddenly, shoved the torch into the iron window, and shouted in his mouth: "The lights are continuous, and the nine shadows shine down, and when you see this light, you should be liberated!" ”

The nine-colored flames formed a pillar of light, all pouring down on the hideous-looking old woman.

The bloody clothes on the old woman's body immediately emitted a large black smoke, and in addition to the bloody gas, another pungent scorching smell diffused.

"Not enough! Inadequate! ”

The old woman's sneer became louder and louder: "Little brother, your lamp is really not bright enough!" Might as well...... Take a look at Wan'er! ”

As the words fell, the old woman casually threw aside the half-dead platinum rat, and then grabbed the bronze candlestick on the table.

At the same time, the bloody clothes on the old woman's body suddenly faded, as if an endless stream of viscous blood poured onto the candlestick, turning into a blood-red candle that was only half a finger long.

The blood candle spontaneously combusted without fire, and it was as bright as a bean, emitting a faint red light.

But it was such an inconspicuous candlelight that forced open the pillar of light emitted by Jiao Yulang's torch, and firmly enveloped the white-clothed and white-haired old woman in it.

The old woman grinned and showed a playful and hideous smile towards Jiao Yulang: "If the little brother wants to exceed, then surpass me, the lonely lamp that pours all the blood of his body and condenses his lifelong grievances!" ”