Fourteen years ago, when the child was in Chengguang Village.

The village was now deserted, blood stained the ground red, mutilated corpses lying to the ground, and flames burned in every house.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, and the flames had a faint tendency to shift, and several forests close to the village were already on fire, and the animals living in the woods fled from the woods in a hurry.

Flocks of unknown birds rose from the dense forest, screaming and flying into the distance, and a few of them were blinded by the billowing smoke rising from the trees, and their wings lost their strength and fell down, and they were drowned in the fire.

Several loud roars resounded throughout the woods, but the voices trembled a little.

Those demon kings entrenched in the dense forest keenly felt that there was a terrifying power in the flames that was slowly recovering, and they wanted to swear their sovereignty in the forest through their momentum, but obviously the powerful power of the other party made them unconfident.

The sea of fire expanded little by little, burning little by little, and the flames soared into the sky, and terrifying heat waves spread out in all directions.

When~when~when~

A melodious gong sound came from the village.

"It's dry, watch out for the candles! Now, three more! ”

When the time came, it was terrifying that Wang Jiyin, who had long since died, appeared in the village again at this time.

He was still dressed as an idle man, carrying a gong and a small red lantern in his hand, a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and a gong hammer stuck diagonally on his waist.

However, now Wang Jiyin's face is bloodless, his lips are bloody, and he has no expression on his face, just staring straight ahead. His feet are only on tiptoe, but he walks so briskly that he looks like he has floated past.

There was a bloody hole in his chest, and from the blood hole, it could be seen that all the blood vessels in his heart had been torn off, and only a few blood vessels were left to barely hang his heart in his body.

Streams of thunder and lightning wrapped around his body, and even his body was gradually alienating into pure thunder as it was visible to the naked eye.

"It's dry, watch out for the candles! Now, three more! ”

Wang Jiyin shouted again, blood foam and electric sparks mixed with his hoarse voice came out of his throat, slowly crawling into people's ears, and those who listened were disturbed.

Behind him, the people who died tonight reappeared in the village.

They lived as usual, talking and laughing, but unlike before, some of their bodies were broken, some were covered in blood, and many even held their heads in their arms.

They all move like ordinary people, but their fatal wounds, bright red lips, pale faces and straight expressions all reveal a terrifying truth - they are terrible ghosts!

The ghost is not gone, and the resentment is soaring!

How can everyone in the village not be angry when they died unjustly? How can you not complain? How can you not hate?

Their grievances were almost condensed into substance, like a tsunami, wave after wave, and the fire continued to expand under their catalyst, and within a few hours the fire had spread to the entire mountain forest.

There are constant alienations in the village, and they are becoming more and more similar to the image of the power bestowed by the gods.

Relying on the current level of resentment, they simply couldn't regain consciousness on their own, let alone use their own strength to go to the Hall of Reincarnation.

The powerful ghosts of such a village, not to mention that these powerful ghosts were all great masters before their deaths, and those masters who reached an agreement with the Reincarnation Hall will definitely not come, and they are looking for death.

If you want to bring so many people back, the Reincarnation Hall has to send all the life and death spirits to come together to bring them back or destroy them, and the Reincarnation Hall must be prepared to at least be psychologically prepared for ordinary people to fold here.

There are few life and death spirits in the reincarnation hall, and every life and death spirit is extremely important to them, how can they pay such a price.

Those who help the Reincarnation Hall are even more impossible, unless the Reincarnation Hall gives them false news and fools them, otherwise who will rush to send them to death?

For the sake of such a little merit, what kind of life.

So if nothing else, what awaits the villagers of Chengguang Village is to slowly turn into unconscious puppets, and finally make the last effort to meet them.

Of course, relying on one or two believers like this, they will definitely not be able to welcome the gods.

Slowly, the ghosts who had been wandering around the village knelt on the ground one by one, and they covered their bodies in pain.

They could feel their bodies changing little by little, but the little lucid consciousness they had left was not enough to get them out of control.

Their bodies sank little by little, and they could clearly feel themselves lying on the table of the gods like fish on a chopping board, and they were inevitably falling into the abyss, but there was nothing they could do.

Just when the first person was about to be completely alienated, a loud baby cry suddenly woke them up.

The originally drowsy brain suddenly regained a trace of consciousness, how could there be a baby's voice here?

You must know that with the strength of a baby's soul body, there is no qualification to become a ghost at all, how can a little guy who doesn't even know his own knowledge have love and hatred? How can you turn into a ghost?

But the sound of cries was a clear sign that there was indeed a baby in the village.

Dissimilation... Miraculously stopped.

More and more people regained their consciousness at the cry of babies, their bodies began to return to normal, and they were freed from the curse of the gods.

A man was the first to bounce off the ground.

He was covered in stone armor, bone spurs protruding from his body, and his fists were thicker than the old elm tree in the center of the village.

I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could barely deduce from his body shape that the man was Dumont.

Behind him, more and more people jumped up from the ground and ran madly after Dumont towards Dumont's home.

The loud cry came from Dumont's house.

By the time he reached the door, the alienation on Dumont's body had completely fallen off, and although his current appearance was still terrifying, it was not so terrifying at the moment.

Without hesitation, Dumont raised his foot and kicked open the door of his house, rushing in.

The cry of the baby in the house has changed from soaring into the sky at the beginning to not a sound at the moment, and there may not be a sound when the baby's life will come to an end.

Behind him, the village chief Du Hongping, the fourth uncle Du Mingqing and others also rushed in.

Rushing into the back room, Zhang Qin knelt on the ground with a kind face, and in her arms, a baby with a purple face was crying.

That's the son of Dumont and Zhang Qin!

At that time, Zhang Qin was stabbed into the abdominal cavity by the bandit leader, and all the important organs were cut off by that knife, and Zhang Qin was killed on the spot.

When Zhang Qin died, the baby had just come out with a head, and as soon as Zhang Qin died, the baby had no strength to use, and was suffocated in the mother's womb on the spot.

The baby was indeed dead at that time, this was determined by the bandit leader, and in order to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, they would never leave even a single living mouth in Chengguang Village, even if it was a baby.

After making sure that the baby was dead, the bandit leader left, and he did not have the habit of mending the knife to a dead baby who could no longer die.

But the baby, who had died a long time ago, was now alive.

Although his life was extremely weak, his weak breath told the demons that the baby had risen from the dead.

Dumont hurriedly stepped forward to take the baby from Zhang Qin's hand, held it in his arms and stretched out his hand to check the pulse. After taking the pulse, Du Meng suddenly understood, glanced at Zhang Qin, and said in unison: "Yin Yang Divine Fruit!" ”

That Yin Yang Divine Fruit was the treasure of the town faction that Du Meng snatched from a big faction that had a grudge against him when he was out wandering around.

Legend has it that this Yin Yang Divine Fruit grows in the reincarnation realm, and is divided into two plants: Yin Fruit and Yang Fruit. The two plants are the same plant, and the fruit contains the purest power of yin and yang in the world.

Du Meng snatched these two heaven and earth artifacts and brought them back to Chengguang Village, where they were eaten by Zhang Qin, who was still his fiancée at the time.

If the two of them eat this fruit together, the human body will become extremely balanced, and from then on, the cultivation will improve by leaps and bounds. If they are divided and eaten, they will also make people become yin and yang respectively, which is also very beneficial to people.

The big pie had collected a sacred object that had been reluctant to taste a bite for thousands of years, and it was eaten by two people like fruit after a meal.

After eating, although the two of them felt refreshed, they didn't feel anything because they had a special physique.

But now that they have come to their son, the magic of this yin and yang spirit fruit is revealed.

This baby is born with a yin and yang body, and the yin and yang qi in his body is extremely balanced, and when he shows up, it is when the yin and yang of heaven and earth meet, and the role of the spirit body is maximized, so that even death does not deprive him of life, but allows him to live a breath.

But this thing is not a miracle medicine for resurrection after all, not only can this life only help him come back to life this time, but this weak vitality is also constantly being devoured, and he is about to lose his life.

Seeing that his son was in danger, Dumont suddenly pressed all his soul power into the purest vitality and poured it into his son's body through his hands.

No matter what, he wants his son to live!