A miserable white thunder that cut through the mountains and the sea swept down the sky, and half a thousand-year-old red maple tree was ignited, and the light of the fire in the sky was reflected brightly in the night, and the night birds in the trees were startled by the fire, and for a moment they hissed and screamed, fluttered their wings, and scattered in all directions.

Bai Yue was born, Shen Xing Beitou.

Between the dark and gloomy dense forest mountain roads, a thin woman in Tsing Yi held a small baby in her arms and climbed the mountain with difficulty.

The woman's face was frighteningly pale, but her pupils were dark and shiny, like a sacrificial paper figure made of white silk straw in a pasting shop, without the slightest breath of life.

She walked very slowly, leaning against the cliff every few steps and gasping for breath for a while, and the baby in her arms had been asleep and asleep.

When the woman in green clothes staggered to the top of the mountain, it was already the moon hanging in the sky, and it was almost half of the night.

The moonlight soaked her eerie cheeks, adding a bit of the poignant aura of a remnant ghost to the puppet-like features.

The woman lowered her head and stared at the baby in her arms, motionless.

Long.

She suddenly cradled the baby tightly into her chest and heart, as if to wrap the child into her body, and merge with her heartbeat at the moment, bang-bang-bang, no longer separated.

She howled hoarsely and wept loudly, and her mournful voice was faint, and in the middle of the night on the top of the wilderness, it was like a ghost crying and mourning, which made people feel terrible.

The baby was almost suffocated by her pinching, and then struggled to cry.

The woman cried for a long time, looked up at the sky, saw the star solstice, stared at the baby with low eyes, collected tears, and said softly: "Concubine, don't blame the mother, this, it's your life, it's your life!"

When she said the last two words, her eyes suddenly burst into flames, and her expression was cold and cold, and she was full of resentment.

She slowly put down the baby, took out a black iron dagger from her sleeve, raised her hand, and stabbed it into her chest, but she didn't even snort, as if the dagger was not piercing the heart, but a painless straw sac.

The woman sat down cross-legged, swiped her fingers as a spell, and made a pen with a seal, and then centered on the baby, and drew it with blood and a pen.

Not long after, the radius of ten zhang under the baby's body formed a plate of blood talisman spell, and the fresh and hot vermilion blood water flowed around this spell disk, and in a flash it emitted countless dazzling red light, which filled the air.

In the center of the sacrificial plate, the baby's cry of 'wow wow' shocked the sky and was endless.

Suddenly, the rolling blazing thunder exploded in the sky, the black clouds swallowed the moon, the wind gathered, and the heavy rain poured down in an ——,instant, and in the thunderstorm, the blood stains of the curse disk seemed to flow over the top of the cliff, and the surrounding blood-red dense danlin fused and mixed together, ten thousand ghosts cried tears, and the blood flowed into a river.

The woman in Tsing Yi knelt under the rain and swore an oath: "The 100,000 ghosts of the 'Bloody Death', I, Yu Qingtong, today sacrifice the body of the young daughter Yu Shi Concubine as a sacrifice, and take the heart and blood of the Queen of the Rain Master as a symbol, and hereby swear that when the demon king leaves him again, he will be in a different place, and he will die without a whole corpse, and he will not enter the reincarnation! Rest in peace, the spirits of the Mountains!hahaha......"

The laughter seems to be the conjuring of the night owl on the barren mound.

Before she could finish her words, the woman suddenly vomited out a mouthful of black blood, staggered down, and stood upright on her back with a breathless breath, her eyes were about to split, and in her pupils, there was still a little bit of fierce resentment that she hated even though she was dead.

The Red Blood Array, which had been abruptly interrupted halfway through the sacrifice, slowly stagnated, and gradually dimmed because it lost the mental support of the sacrificer, dispelling the light of this fishy and treacherous spell.

The heavy rain carefully enclosed the baby in a bowl of transparent crystal water bowl, which was like a cradle rather than a cradle.

The child was tired of crying, so he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When boarding, the clouds go and the wind disperses, and the moon appears in Jiuhua.

I don't know how long it took for the baby to wake up from hunger in his sleep and cry again.

A black-robed god stepped through the clouds, and suddenly heard the baby's cry, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "This mountain has been populated for a thousand years, and who will carry a baby up the mountain in the middle of the night?"

Then he pressed the cloud head, walked to the baby's side, and saw the corpse of the blood talisman woman, and immediately made up his mind. Looking at the child again, he felt a little more compassion: "Little thing, pity you have already made this sacrifice of hatred for the soul when you were still ignorant!"

He was not an eventful person, so he wanted to walk with his sleeves up, but suddenly, the baby reached out and trembled and grabbed the corner of the black-robed god's robe, grabbed it tightly, and cried and did not let go of his little hand.

The god-man's chest suddenly poured out a strong feeling called 'distress', and he sighed: "Since there is fate, then go with the fate." ”

He leaned over, picked up the baby lightly, took it into his arms, and walked away.