Chapter 80 Laying the foundation for hair
Wanshou County.
The front lines of the wives of the entertainment teachers had already begun to shrink.
More and more corpses are resurrected, and they don't feel pain, fear, or fatigue. They attack the living over and over again.
The wives of the masters will bleed, get injured, have their spiritual energy depleted, and become physically exhausted.
They can absorb the essence and blood of mortals to replenish their spiritual power, but they cannot be so ruthless as to squeeze mortals dry.
They firmly believe that they are from a respectable and upright family and that all their measures are extraordinary measures taken under extraordinary circumstances.
It seems that the side with weak points is always more likely to be defeated. The zombies without human emotions once again rushed towards the extremely exhausted masters' wives. Their bloodthirsty instincts told them that as long as they passed this line of defense, they could devour fresh flesh and blood.
The mistresses rang bells and waved paper ribbons countless times to drive the paper horses and paper figures that were unwilling to move forward.
They seemed to feel that this was their last battle.
The spiritual energy of all the wives surged around them, burning their own blood.
The mortals pierced by the ribbon fell to the ground, looking up at their big red blouses.
The fluttering red shirt appears particularly bold and unrestrained under the soft and clear light, as if it embodies the vitality of a person.
They jumped, squatted, spun, and chanted loudly:
"...holding a golden whip with twelve sections, six sections for Yang and six sections for Yin. Six sections for Yang to manage the world, six sections for Yin to beat ghosts and gods...＊"
As mere mortals, they control the ghosts and gods of the world. Paper ribbons are their long whips and red shirts are their armor.
The zombie, who had no fear, actually hesitated a little at this moment.
The exhausted master's wife suddenly switched to the defensive and launched a counterattack against the zombies.
Sheng'er, a musician carrying a book box on his back, looked at their backs. They were crowded together with many unharmed children. The wives of the masters tacitly avoided all the children, even though they had not sucked their essence and blood until then.
Sheng Er suddenly stood up and shouted, "Suck my blood, my lords. Just leave a little bit so that I won't die!"
The wives were startled, and a few children looked at her, then realized what was happening, stood up and said, "I have a lot of blood, too!"
"Use mine! I'm fat and I have thick blood!"
"What are you talking about, kid?"
Some adults tried to pull the child hurriedly, but they couldn't pull because they had lost too much blood and had no strength, or because they didn't really use enough strength.
There was a moment of silence, and the roars, screams and scratching sounds of the zombies rang out again, leaving the wives no time to look back at these children who had volunteered to be human sacrifices.
"No……"
A mistress uttered a word with a look of determination on her face. She had originally planned to burn only 80% of her energy and blood, but now, she decided to go all out. Even if she died in battle, she would die before the children.
However, just when she was about to burn all her energy and blood, the surging tide of corpses suddenly froze, as if an invisible force dominated their bodies.
That is real death.
The deceased should rest in peace.
The world of the living should be returned to the living.
The zombies, who should have long since fallen into eternal sleep, fell one after another into the raging flood under the eaves.
The muddy flood swept up rotten, twisted corpses and flowed towards the underground that had opened up at some unknown time.
The resentment of the resurrected dead was calmed, the pollution brought by the gods was washed away, and every corpse closed its eyes peacefully, hiding its bloodthirsty anger.
"Huangquan..." Sheng'er muttered to himself, "...This is the Huangquan mentioned in the book...the long river leading to the underworld..."
The pale-faced mistress walked up to her and followed her gaze: "The underworld... has resumed operation..."
She subconsciously looked up at the sky and saw the shocking scene of the Heavenly Fox slaying the demon.
Everyone looked up after her. Just one glance made their scalps tingle and they could no longer look away.
The fox fairy, whose tail was hidden in black auspicious clouds, swung a shocking sword at the endless evil creatures outside the sky.
This sword illuminated the night sky and also illuminated their hearts.
Unknown to them, the Fox Fairy is also working hard for all living beings in the world.
People opened their eyes wide, trying to remember every detail, and unanimously decided to build a shrine and make statues for the fox fairies and their mistresses.
"Look!" A child suddenly pointed to the end of the underworld.
The fox fairy landed in the distance. Some people were reluctant to look away, while others lowered their heads to look in the direction the child pointed.
It was a broad river, so clear that one could see the bottom. A constant stream of muddy flood waters rushed into it, carrying corpses. No matter how much was poured in, its color did not change at all.
On the contrary, the turbid water and corpses seemed to be purified by the river, and after merging with it, they became bright and clear.
"That is..."
"Forgetful River." Master's wife lowered her head and looked into the distance. "Once you enter the Forgetful River, all the past events will be gone."
Sheng'er pursed her lips and stared at the scene for a long time, until all the zombies entered the underworld, the Yellow Spring that led the dead quietly dissipated, all the floods receded completely, and only traces of water were left under the eaves.
The flood, the tide of corpses, and the fox fairy in the sky all disappeared as if it were a dream.
A big hand rubbed Sheng'er's head and then left.
Sheng Er looked up and saw the back of the red-dressed mistress turning away. He clenched his fists and asked, "Sir, what is your name?"
This master's wife was the one who appeared in time when she was almost attacked by zombies.
She recognized her, but didn't know her name.
"Just call me Master's Wife." The Master's Wife in red turned around and waved her hand. Her face was still a little pale. She held the bell, put away the ribbon, and walked away leisurely with the other Master's Wifes.
Next to Bailian Spring.
Yuan Jirui pulled out the Earth Emperor Sword from Yuan Sima's chest. The dark death energy wrapped around him and took him away from the spot and into the underworld.
Since he was sentenced to death by the emperor of the human world, he will be judged by the underworld officials for his good and evil deeds.
Even if you are the Shaofujun, you cannot bring the dead back to life and disrupt the order of the world of the living.
It is a fact that Yuan Sima abandoned the city and fled, but once he entered the underworld, he could not escape the sea of suffering and hell.
As a daughter, Yuan Jirui, knowing this, had to send him to the underworld.
The buzzing and vibrating Earth Emperor Sword calmed down and acknowledged Yuan Jirui's decision.
Bai Wuchang straightened his crooked white paper hat and looked at his colleagues quietly.
Yuan Jirui turned his back to them, looked in the direction where Yuan Sima disappeared, and said calmly: "Yuan Sima is my father in this life. When injustice happens, a son must fight back against his father, and a minister must fight back against his king. Although I am the young master, I have come to the world of the living to experience the tribulation, but I cannot escape punishment. Please record it for me. When Yuan Jirui goes to the underworld, he must be punished with wind and electric knives to serve as a warning to others."
The underworld officials were horrified. Bai Wuchang stepped forward and bowed deeply, "Young Master, you can't do that. The underworld is in a time of trouble. You are too busy to handle everything. The six palaces and twenty-four prisons are all waiting for you to take charge of life and death and suppress the ghosts in the world. If you really want to punish yourself, you might as well use your hair instead. This will not only warn the ghosts in the underworld, but also won't affect the important matters of the underworld."
Yuan Jirui then turned around and glanced at Bai Wuchang and the other underworld officials expressionlessly: "Is that what you all think?"
The underworld officials were startled, with different thoughts in their minds, but they all bowed their heads and said, "What Bai Wuchang said is exactly what we think."
"In that case—"
Yuan Jirui used the Dihuang Sword to cut off a strand of loose hair and turned around again.
The black hair spontaneously combusted without fire, and endured the torture on behalf of the body.
The Shaofujun was worthy of being the Shaofujun. He did not lose his composure as he thought. Instead, he used his father's death to prove his fairness and enhance his own prestige.
Just as Bai Wuchang was thinking this, he suddenly heard an uncontrollable sob.
He looked up in surprise and subconsciously wanted to say something, but the underworld official behind him pulled him and he quickly shut his mouth.
He looked at Yuan Jirui's thin back and suddenly realized that Shaofujun was still a child in this life.
She worked very hard and shouldered the responsibility behind the title of Shaofujun.
She maturely resolved the evil caused by the god, maintained her sense of justice, controlled the Sword of the Emperor of Earth, and maintained order in the Yin and Yang worlds.
But she still feels sad about the death of her loved ones.
She had not yet gotten used to death, but she was already in control of it.
Bai Wuchang sighed in his heart.
A group of underworld officials quietly retreated several feet, silently waiting for Yuan Jirui to calm down.
After a moment, she turned around, her cheeks not wet at all. She looked up at the moon that was emitting soft light, then looked down at the sparkling Bailian Spring.
"I feel," she stroked the dark Earth Emperor Sword with her fingers, frowning slightly, "the gods have temporarily retreated, and death is returning to the underworld."
Bai Wuchang's eyes lit up.
"Our workload has been greatly reduced. Let's talk as we go and see where else we need to do work."
The underworld officials responded and were about to follow Yuan Jirui to leave the place when a translucent ghost shadow suddenly emerged from the ground and blocked Yuan Jirui's way.
Bai Wuchang thought that it was a wandering ghost who was out of his mind and wanted to attack the young master, so he hurried forward to protect him. The next moment, he heard Yuan Jirui shout in surprise: "Junior sister?"
Bai Wuchang paused and did a few squats as if nothing had happened, pretending that he had taken a step forward just to stretch his body.
The person who appeared in front of Yuan Jirui was none other than the disciple of the sect leader Li Zhou, a young boy named Gui Cong'er who died of illness at the age of three but had been able to secretly stay in the human world for six or seven years because of his attachment to his mother Huang Qiufang.
Although she did not have Yuan Jirui's amazing background, her perseverance alone made her an excellent candidate for cultivation.
Sure enough, after learning Hei Wuchang's ghost cultivation method, in just a few days, he was able to travel eight hundred miles at night and catch up with Yuan Jirui.
Cong'er looked up at Yuan Jirui, obviously seeing what had just happened and knowing what Yuan Jirui was going to do.
"Senior sister," she asked crisply, "will you return to Xili Mountain?"
"...Gongsun Jianxia is my master, so of course I have to take him back."
"When will you be back?"
“I don’t know.”
"Gongsun Swordsman is alone on the top of Xili Mountain every day. He seems to be practicing swordsmanship, but in fact, he is always looking in the direction you left."
Hearing that Yuan Jirui still recognized Duotian Sect, Cong'er floated out of her entire body, loosened her hand seals ready to slip away at any time, and said seriously: "Gongsun Swordsman has a cold face but a warm heart. She doesn't say it, but she actually cares about you very much in her heart. Sister, don't make her sad."
Yuan Jirui's body was shocked, and he came back to his senses after a while. He suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of Xili Mountain.
No wonder the gods suddenly retreated, no wonder it was so easy for her to control the Earth Emperor Sword.
It turned out that the master really loved her like a daughter and was quietly protecting her in secret.
Even for a powerful swordsman, how easy is it to fight against a god?
Yuan Jirui put away the Earth Emperor Sword, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed respectfully in the direction of Xili Mountain: "Master, I am sorry for causing you trouble."
The swordsman Li Zhou was indeed just in a daze. He did not hear the conversation between the two sisters and continued to look in a randomly chosen direction.
She had long forgotten that her great disciple was out treasure hunting, and her mind was full of when the princess would go to Quanyi. She was so busy catching the tentacles that she even ignored the roasted leg of lamb.
Roasted lamb leg, don’t worry, no matter who you are, I will never forget you.
At first glance, it seemed that Yuan Jirui kowtowed in vain.
But if you think about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with saying that she secretly protected her disciple and repelled the gods...
The half-demon Li Zhou, who had scared off Tianzun, fell to the ground, gnawing on the still twitching tip of the slippery tentacles while picking up a large chicken leg that he had taken a bite of. He wondered if there was only one chicken leg left, and he wrinkled his nose and muttered, "Who's thinking about me?"
My nose is itchy.
The baby Li Zhou, who was lying in his mother's arms, was smiling as he watched Li Sheng being slapped by Yue Niang. Suddenly, he saw Li Sheng open his eyes, and his lovely self was reflected in his pupils.
Cute, but not much hair.
Touching the top of his head, baby Li Zhou was shocked, and his heart once again burst into laughter: [Simulator! ]
The simulator was already used to it, and responded: [Hmm?]
[I have no hair, do you know what to do? ]
The clone must be handsome, and the original body must also be handsome. Li Zhou clenched his fists, very anxious.
Fortunately, the simulator has a solution: [Build the foundation. 】
【Building a foundation can lay the foundation for your hair. 】
Baby Li Zhou looked at the various values on the simulator interface. Yes, after refining Qi for so long, it is time to break through to the foundation.
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