Chapter 130 Do you think he deserves to die? ...
If a person wants to give birth to a child of a demon, they must use all their essence and blood to help shape the child.
Therefore, the birth of a child symbolizes the death of the mother.
Hu Lü's father was a male fox who married a peasant girl, initially only to repay a debt of gratitude. He had explained the consequences of childbirth to her in detail, but the girl was solely focused on bearing a child for her lover, even at the cost of her life. The fox spirit intended to leave after her death, but in his time with her, he fell deeply in love. The fox spirit was passionate and devoted, and his longing grew stronger with each passing day. Until one day, when he went to the place where the girl had given birth to reminisce, he found her body lying perfectly still on the ground.
When a demon child is born, strange phenomena are sure to occur around it. The peasant woman, unwilling to be judged by others after her child's birth, went to a dilapidated temple to give birth. Several months have passed since she gave birth, yet her body shows no signs of decay; her abdomen is swollen, and her skin has become even more delicate, with a rosy and radiant complexion.
In mid-air, purple smoke coalesced into the body of a massive woman. Her swollen belly ripped open with a "rip," and out emerged another fully grown child.
This is Hu Lü, known as "Little Mud" by the townspeople.
Knowing the dangers outside, she curled up inside her mother's womb, devouring her flesh and blood, sucking her marrow to survive. After she burst forth, the peasant girl's body instantly collapsed, becoming a shriveled, thin membrane. Before the male fox could even touch his lover's body, she died completely.
At this point, he was heartbroken and wanted to use forbidden techniques to revive the person.
Humans have their own way of doing things, and demons have their own way of doing things.
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On their way down the mountain, not wanting to ride the winter melon cart again, the two declined Uncle Gray's offer to see them off. Pingyu frowned, looking very sullen. Nezha bent down, leaning closer to examine her expression closely: "What's wrong?"
"I feel uneasy," Ping Yu said, arms crossed, looking troubled. "Little Muddy is definitely going to die. But I don't know what to do with Wang Tian, or what to do with Miss Peipei."
Humans are born from the union of male yang and female yin. Therefore, humans are beings of yin and yang harmony. To resurrect the dead, in addition to replenishing the soul of the sacrificial offering, the offering must also absorb male yang to replenish itself. Only when the yin and yang within her body are harmonized can she possess his body and be resurrected.
Wang Tian was an honest man, but even honest men have their own ambitions. If given the chance to realize their grand plans, they would never miss it. In this world, there is a saying that animal spirits can guide those with a predestined connection to become their disciples. Those with a lineage of such spirits are called "shamans," and if they are targeted by wild demons, they become "bewitched."
After being expelled from the Hu family, the male fox turned into a wild demon, and Wang Tian was the one who was bewitched by the demon's words.
The fox demon altered his perception, causing him to change his mind and firmly believe that the peasant girl was his wife and that he should carry on his "deceased wife's will" to take care of her disabled sister.
The male fox then called Hu Lü to accompany Pei Pei and preside over the ceremony.
This aligns with others' descriptions of Wang Tian's life, which state that his wife and children died, and he married his wife's younger sister as a second wife to care for her. His sister, after his death, became a sacrifice for his resurrection, which explains why Gui, wearing the face of Wang Tian's wife, said that the other party felt guilty.
They hadn't seen Peipei, and didn't know what stage the Shadow Dipping Technique had reached. He smoothed his bracelet, then suddenly opened his palm. A flash of white light revealed a palm-sized piece of skin: "The skin that Gui took from his wife is now in my hands."
"Um?"
Nezha had also forgotten about this.
Ping Yu said, "A person cannot be reincarnated if their bones are incomplete, but the peasant girl's face is in my hands... Can their magic work?"
Wang Tian was also deceived, and Pei Pei suffered greatly because of the demon's selfish desires.
The demon must be executed immediately, but the human's situation is difficult to manage. Nezha, holding Pingyu, was at a loss for what to do.
In his past life, he was Lingzhuzi, who had cut off his flesh to return to his mother and his bones to return to his father, severing all ties of gratitude and kinship. Even with such a blood-bound relationship, he could still make a clean break. Little Mud was born a breech child, not only unloved by her father but also never having seen her mother. Why would she devote herself so wholeheartedly to her deceased birth mother?
Seeing Pingyu's troubled expression, he swallowed his doubts and didn't want to cause his lover any more worry.
Instead of using carriages and horses, they employed a technique that shortened distances to an inch, and in the blink of an eye, they were outside the city.
The outer areas of the town were already remote and sparsely populated suburbs, and now with a series of murders, everyone kept their doors tightly shut, creating a deathly silence.
White flowers, symbolizing the dead, sway in front of the thatched huts, their petals pointed and thin, like the white palms of a skull reaching out.
Pingyu pushed open the door of the haystack where Peipei was staying. The stench of yesterday had been carried away by the autumn wind, and the narrow place had been tidied up neatly.
Peipei sat on the bed, holding a glass of water in her hand. She was blind and mute, but her hearing was still sharp. Hearing the door open, Peipei turned her head. She was used to what the visitor wanted to do, and simply shook her head calmly at the spot where the mud was, then put the glass aside and lay down.
It's like saying, "Don't hit the child."
Upon seeing Ping Yu and Nezha, Little Mud did not react excessively. She seemed oblivious to their presence, continuing with her work. The wall, made of haystacks, was covered with dark shadows, hanging high like skewered cured meat. There were three shadows, struggling even upon seeing the newcomers. Eyes, nose, and mouth materialized on the dark surfaces, flatly and futilely reaching out towards Ping Yu and Nezha at the doorway.
Help.
Please help us.
Let us go.
Little Muddy tiptoed and picked up one of the shadows. It looked fat and wide, and seemed to be the same fat man He Niu from yesterday.
“Hu Lü,” Ping Yu stepped forward and stopped her.
Upon hearing the name, Little Mud knew that the two had already gone to see Master Gray. When she looked up and met Pingyu's gaze, Pingyu noticed that the child's pupils were sharp and somewhat beastly. In a moment of surprise, Little Mud uttered her first words in several days.
She asked, "Do you think he deserved to die?"
Xiao Niba raised the shadow in his hand and shook it twice. Remembering He Niu's behavior yesterday, Ping Yu nodded.
Her affirmation made Little Muddy laugh, a laugh that was a mixture of innocence and cruelty.
"Let me finish this first, and we can talk about the rest outside."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pingyu stood still and let the little mud go around him. The girl spread her arms and flicked them, and He Niu's soul, like a light veil, quietly merged into the shadow Peipei cast on the wall.
On the woman's long shadow, an eyeball suddenly bulged out where her face was, rolling around and blinking twice at Ping Yu. Before he could examine it closely, the eyeball quickly disappeared into the shadow, as if it had never existed.
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