After 10,000 Years of Slumber, The 2-Year-Old Zombie Girl Arrives Fiercely Adorable

Ten thousand years ago, the Age of Dharma Decline arrived. Spiritual energy dried up, and the path to ascension was closed.

The Starry Sky Sect, for its own selfish motives, forcibly opened a...

Chapter 85: Salvation of Heroic Spirits

"Ahhh, Jump is finished!"

Tiao Tiao held his head and twisted his little butt in annoyance.

"Alert alert, hop hop depression alert!"

Queen, as usual, made a fuss, lifted her vacuum cleaner, and did a weird robotic dance in front of Tiaotiao.

Trying to get Tiao Tiao out of this depressed state.

Jiang Rong had been chasing after Tiao Tiao. When he heard Tiao Tiao calling, he hurried over and asked, "What's wrong with Tiao Tiao?"

"They should be unconscious, those should be unconscious!"

Tiao Tiao was so anxious that he was spinning around in circles.

She only remembered her mother and forgot that the heroic souls of thousands of expeditionary forces were contained in the sacred stone!

If these heroic souls are not properly settled, they will soon disappear!

"Don't worry, Tiaotiao. I've collected all those heroic spirits."

Xiaohu comforted Tiaotiao in time.

It worked with Xiao Fu to safely transfer those heroic souls to the soil brought back from Savage Mountain.

"That…"

Tiaotiao poked his little mouth with his fingers.

It seems like it's time to resolve this matter.

She immediately ran towards Xiao Helin: "Grandpa, Grandpa!"

Lu Wei, Jiang Rong and Queen followed closely in pursuit.

Xiao Helin was arguing with Jiang Zhenxian. One wanted 500 million and the other could only offer 50 million.

As they were talking, they started talking about the time when they were young and were chased and beaten for stealing watermelons.

Two old men were about to have a drink to commemorate their lost youth.

Then I heard Tiaotiao running towards me, calling out "Grandpa".

Xiao Helin didn't react for a moment and thought it was one of his five grandsons calling him.

He turned his head angrily: "Grandpa, Grandpa, are you planning to give me a snake spirit?"

When he saw it was Tiao Tiao, he lost his temper and instead beamed with joy: "It's Tiao Tiao, why are you calling me grandpa?"

The double standards are not concealed at all.

"grandfather!"

Tiao Tiao ran to Xiao Helin, his little face flushed and breathing heavily.

Xiao Helin smiled and picked up Tiaotiao: "Tiaotiao, what do you want to talk to grandpa about?"

Jumping and pointing at the villa, he said incoherently: "Grandpa, faint, should faint."

"What soul?"

Xiao Helin didn't hear clearly.

Fortunately, Xiao Yiju was standing aside. When he heard Tiao Tiao talking about the heroic spirit, he came over and explained it to Xiao Helin.

Xiao Helin suddenly realized: "It's the heroic spirits of the martyrs."

Jiang Zhenxian also listened to the whole thing from the side.

He pondered for a moment and said, "It would be better to place these heroic souls in the manor."

Xiao Helin looked at Jiang Zhenxian, wondering why he said that.

Even if it is a heroic soul, it is still a soul. How can it be good to keep that thing in the manor every day?

Jiang Zhenxian explained: "The human body is yang, and the soul is yin. Mixing yin and yang will naturally be bad for the human body over time."

"But these are just ordinary souls. Heroic souls are different because they don't die for themselves, but for their country and their nation."

"When they were alive, they were protected by a righteous spirit and were immune to attacks from ghosts and gods."

"Even after death, they are protected by merits and evil spirits are afraid of them. Not only will they not harm your health, but they will also guard your estate. They are more useful than ordinary talismans."

After hearing what Jiang Zhenxian said, Xiao Helin suddenly understood.

He quickly asked Tiao Tiao to take Xiao Yiju to get the bottle of soil brought back from Yeren Mountain.

Jiang Zhenxian chose a place in the southwest corner of the Xiao family manor to commemorate these heroic souls.

Xiao Helin was rich, and by the next morning, this small martyrs' cemetery was built.

Xiao Helin was responsible for buying things and also arranged for someone to burn incense and sweep the tombs every day.

Jiang Zhenxian is responsible for performing the ritual.

Xiao Helin secretly asked Jiang Zhenxian: "How much does the ritual cost?"

Jiang Zhenxian glared at him and said, "Are you insulting me, old man?"

"No matter what, the heroic spirits of these expeditionary forces carry the blood and traditions of the Chinese people."

"It is my honor to perform a ritual for them!"

"As for you, how long do you plan to owe the 500 million?"

Xiao Helin's mouth twitched: "Didn't we agree on 50 million? How did it become 500 million?"

Jiang Zhenxian sneered, "My family of three generations and four has risked our lives for your Xiao family, even using up our coffin money. And you tell me 50 million is enough? Are you sending away beggars?"

The younger generation is used to seeing two old men quarreling.

Xiao Yiju said, "Ignore them. Where are they going to hide and drink again?"

He pulled Jiang Sui and said, "Brother Sui, can you teach me some esoteric arts?"

After these thrilling days, Xiao Yiju deeply felt his own powerlessness.

He originally just wanted to use his jumping skills to open up a new path in the live broadcast industry.

I didn't expect to go through so many things because of this.

He bravely entered the underground palace, fought against Qingyue, and met these heroic spirits and Tuba.

One thing after another made Xiao Yiju realize his own weakness.

He has already stepped half a foot into this abnormal human world.

If it were someone else, they might withdraw half of their foot.

But Xiao Yiju wouldn't.

The life principle that Xiao Yiju believes in is that you can lose a fight, but you cannot be a coward!

We must face challenges head-on in everything, except learning.

So he decided to learn the mysterious arts from the Jiang family.

Jiang Sui glanced at Xiao Yiju and said a little embarrassedly, "Fifth Master, I'm sorry, I have to go out of town with my father to catch ghosts these next two days."

Xiao Yiju's eyes lit up: "What the hell? Can't you take me with you too?"

Jiang Sui shook his head: "This is not a fun thing, don't do it."

Xiao Yiju scratched his head. He didn't want to be the protagonist in those horror movies who cried and screamed for his life while trying to be pretentious and die.

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