"Ho Ho Ho ......"

The altar man had a hideous face and a painful expression, this jar was one with it, but now it was broken alive, for it, it was tantamount to disemboweling, but it was choked by the throat, and it couldn't make a loud noise.

Zhang Zhiwei's golden light spell is very attained, the golden light is extremely sharp, this altar cannot be stopped, with a "click", the altar body is broken, revealing the scene inside.

Flesh, the jar was filled with stinking and blackened flesh.

In the midst of flesh and blood, there was a small, pale body.

As the altar body shattered, the roar also stopped abruptly, and the struggling altar people stopped moving.

"No people, no ghosts, dead?!"

Zhang Zhiwei thought that the altar man was dead, and when he looked closely, he found that the altar man was looking at him quietly.

On that face, which was as white as paper, the eyes were clear, and there was no longer the previous resentment and treachery.

Looking at the clear childlike eyes of the altar man, Zhang Zhiwei was stunned: "This is ......"

Then, I saw that after the jar was broken, the black flesh inside was rapidly rotting, and the pale body wrapped in flesh was also rotting, turning into black ash little by little.

When he was dying, the jar man who looked eerie and terrifying, his eyes were confused, and he was muttering to himself:

"Mom...... I hurt so much...... Mom went buy me candy...... Mom is gone...... It's gone...... They took me to my mother...... They put me in black jars...... Hurt...... It hurts ......."

The jar man was incoherent, whispering intermittently, his voice getting quieter and quieter.

Smaller and smaller.

until it disappears.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes drooped, and he quietly watched the people in the altar decay rapidly, and the flesh and blood turned into black ashes, leaving only a dry skeleton.

It was the remains of a small child.

From the words of the altar man before he died.

Zhang Zhiwei has a little understanding.

Probably the man in the jar was abducted by traffickers when his mother went to buy candy for him, and then he was stuffed into the jar and became what he is now.

"Eat Sugar...... When you get out, I'll burn it to you! ”

Zhang Zhiwei stared at the small dry bone for a moment, then withdrew his gaze, went to the corner, and examined the group of children who looked a little stupid.

I found that they were fine, but they were drugged, and they were temporarily confused, and they were immediately relieved, and they were still saved.

Later, Zhang Zhiwei came to the child who had lost his limbs and looked like a seal, and after some inspection, he found that the child had crooked eyes and slanted mouth, was unconscious, and had been tortured to madness.

"What should we do with these children?"

Zhang Zhiwei sighed and looked in the direction of the third-class carriage, so far, the master has not asked about this matter at all, and it is obvious that it has all been handed over to him to deal with.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Zhiwei didn't bother Zhang Jingqing, how could he hand over everything to the master?

"If it is in the future life, you can call the police to deal with it, but now in the Republic of China, how to deal with this kind of thing?"

After thinking for a moment, looking at the bloody ground in this section of the carriage, Zhang Zhiwei remembered the way the Axe Gang handled it in "Kung Fu", it was better to leave it to a professional to wash the floor, he couldn't help it.

However, most of these children were stolen on the train, and no matter how incompetent the patrol of the Republic of China was, it would not be impossible to find the parents of the lost children.

After thinking about it, Zhang Zhiwei dispersed his golden light and walked out of the coal carriage in a dignified manner.

This time, instead of using his ability to line up the crowd, he followed the crowd, squeezing around the crowded aisles, stopping and stopping.

This scene reminded Zhang Zhiwei of the subway during the morning rush hour in his previous life.

"Hmm...... If you think about it carefully, the subway is still more crowded, and the third-class carriages of this train can still pass people, and the subway in the morning rush hour is unable to move! ”

At this time, Zhang Zhiwei's ears moved, and he vaguely heard someone in the crowd crying that he had lost his child.

It was expected that Hanako would shoot the child's parents.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't remind him, he didn't kill the two train drivers, it is estimated that it won't be long before these two people will call the patrol on the train, and at that time, those children will also be saved.

After a moment, I returned to my seat in the second-class carriage.

The young couple was still sleeping with the child in their arms.

Master Zhang Jingqing closed his eyes and meditated on his seat, and opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Zhiwei when Zhang Zhiwei came back just now:

"Solved?"

"Solved, but, Master, I met a person in a jar who can blow paper into a knife and be invulnerable, as if it was controlled by this bell!"

Zhang Zhiwei handed the magic bell to Zhang Jingqing, and then roughly explained the situation of the coal car.

After listening to this, Zhang Jingqing played with the bell for a while, and said, "Have you ever heard of raising a little ghost?" ”

Zhang Zhiwei nodded: "I've heard, I heard that over there in Nanyang, raising little ghosts is also called Guman Tong, and the specific operation is to use the soul of the baby, raise it on dominoes, and then feed them with your own blood, which can bring good luck and increase wealth!" ”

Zhang Jingqing said: "There is such a saying, but the evil art of raising little ghosts in Nanyang is not even the fur of our Central Plains Left Dao." ”

"Generally speaking, there are two kinds of little ghosts in the Central Plains Left Road, one is non-entity, which specializes in dealing with people's 'sex', and the other has substance, which specializes in dealing with people's 'life', and what you just encountered is the latter!"

"To make such a little imp, you must first find a child under the age of twelve, trap him in a special potion of special qualities, fill the jar with a special potion, festering their skin, and then feed him the drugged raw meat, pot by basin."

"If you can withstand the medicinal properties and complete this series of steps without being tortured to death, then take a wisp of his soul and seal it in this bell, and then wrap it in talisman cloth on the altar and seal it for seven seven hundred and forty-nine days."

"After the deadline is reached, it will be unsealed, if it is cultivated, this little ghost will become a tool to take advantage of, invulnerable, invulnerable, and will turn paper into a knife, the average alien is far from his opponent."

"But ah, this kind of ghost wants to be cultivated, the success rate is very low, every link, there is a high probability of death, the little ghost you saw in the altar, for the teacher's estimation, it will take about a hundred children to make it successful!"

Zhang Jingqing said expressionlessly.

Zhang Zhiwei listened expressionlessly.

After finishing speaking, the master and apprentice were relatively speechless, only the sound of the train clanging.

After a while, Zhang Zhiwei said: "The head of the flower shooter, before he died, said that they were members of the Cao Gang!" ”

Zhang Jingqing nodded: "The Cao Gang is very big, and there are Zuo Dao demons in it, no surprise!" ”

"How big?" Zhang Zhiwei asked, "Is our Heavenly Master's Mansion big?" ”

"What do you say?"

Zhang Jingqing looked at Zhang Zhiwei, his eyes were calm, his face was expressionless, but he was full of anger.

He was very satisfied with Zhang Zhiwei's way of dealing with it, but he didn't like Zhang Zhiwei's statement that the Heavenly Master's Mansion compared to the Cao Gang.

In the face of the master's rhetorical question, Zhang Zhiwei did not hesitate at all, raised his hand lightly, flipped his palm, pressed down gently, made an easy posture, and said with a reasonable face:

"A group of pickled things in the lower ninth rate, they are only worthy of smelling the fart of our Heavenly Master's Mansion, and the disciples will destroy them with a flip!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhiwei saw the master looking at him faintly.