Tear!
Amidst the bleating of the sheep in the pen, Feng Bingwen leaped up, ripped off the yellow cloth hanging on the shed, tore it to shreds without hesitation, and threw it on the ground.
"orange!"
After finishing everything, Feng Bingwen called out towards the outside of the house, where a group of lambs were huddled together, craning their necks to watch his movements.
Meow!
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's call, a lamb squeezed out of the flock and rushed towards Feng Bingwen with joyful steps.
"Are you really an orange?"
Seeing the lamb rushing towards him, its snow-white wool tinged with yellow, Feng Bingwen held its head back, preventing it from rubbing against him.
Meow!
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's question, the little lamb bleated anxiously. Although Feng Bingwen was certain that this group of children possessed the evil art of creating animals, he had never witnessed them perform the entire process.
The boy named Qi Laosi tried to turn him into a dog, but he failed.
"If you're an orange, call out three times, slowly, with clear breaks in between!"
Feng Bingwen thought for a moment and then spoke.
"Baa! Baa! Baa!"
The lamb in front of them obediently did as Feng Bingwen said, and three deliberately distinct bleats rang out.
"Are you really an orange? These beasts, they actually turned you into this."
Feng Bingwen reached out and touched the lamb in front of him.
The art of creating livestock can definitely be solved. Those children turned the kids into livestock and sent them to buyers, but the buyers wouldn't accept them.
Moreover, the solution might be surprisingly simple, because the vast majority of those people are just ordinary people, and only a small portion of them possess the evil art of creating animals, and they hold extraordinary positions.
"Baa! Baa!"
Seeing that Feng Bingwen had truly confirmed its existence, the lamb bleated happily, but as it bleated, a hint of anxiety crept into its voice.
"Don't be afraid, don't worry, I will definitely take you home!"
Feng Bingwen comforted his playmates from the same village, and after the initial scrutiny, the sheep outside the shed mustered their courage and slowly approached.
Feng Bingwen, who still looked like a child, became somewhat familiar with the flock of lambs after a brief interaction. The once restless sheepfold gradually quieted down, and night truly fell.
As the moon and stars faded and the night grew darker, the candles in Qijiagang were extinguished one by one, and the entire mountain village fell into complete silence. As midnight approached, chilling auras erupted throughout the village and then spread.
But just as these chilling auras were about to invade the numerous houses with their green bricks and tiles, faint, hazy yellow lights appeared in the night, enveloping the houses and preventing the evil spirits lingering outside from entering.
However, this time was different from the past. In a house located in the center of the mountain village, a dim yellow light had just lit up when it suddenly shattered.
The chilling aura that had been lingering in the mountain village, searching for an opportunity day after day, suddenly froze, and then, like sharks that had smelled blood, it surged madly toward the house that had lost its shelter.
In the sheepfold, Feng Bingwen, who was resting with his village playmate in his arms, suddenly opened his eyes after cleaning a relatively clean spot. Almost at the same moment, all the lambs huddled together in the sheepfold were startled awake. Amidst the bleating, even the deepest sleepers were awakened.
An unusual aura permeated the sheepfold; in the sweltering summer heat, the breath exhaled from their mouths and noses turned into visible white mist.
"Giggle!"
Suddenly, a childlike laugh rang out. Feng Bingwen stood up and looked in the direction from which the laughter came. There stood a beautiful little girl, smiling sweetly at Feng Bingwen.
What's most unusual is that among the sheep that unconsciously gravitated towards him, some sheep looked at the spot where the little girl appeared with expressions of human-like horror, while others looked around blankly, wondering what their companions were looking at.
"Little brother, do you think Tongtong is a good girl?"
The beautifully sculpted little girl smiled, and then one whip mark after another appeared on her face and exposed body, a horrifying sight.
Sigh~
Feng Bingwen took a deep breath. Even though the little girl who came with the cold had already shown signs of being inhuman, he did not feel the fear he had expected. He only felt anger and a little heartache.
"Are you called Tongtong? You look very well-behaved!"
The seven-year-old child smiled, surrounded by a flock of lambs.
"Then why hit Tongtong?"
The whip marks on the little girl's face became increasingly dense, making her originally lovely face look somewhat sinister and terrifying.
"It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"
Before Feng Bingwen could reply, a series of wails came from the other side. It was a child whose limbs had been twisted and broken. The twisted limbs assaulted Feng Bingwen's senses.
Tap! Tap!
A sound came from something hard hitting the mud, and it seemed like something was bouncing around. When Feng Bingwen looked over, he saw a child stuffed into a jar.
"Human pig!"
Feng Bingwen's eyebrows were almost furrowed together, and the two words were practically squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Big brother, does Tongtong still feel pain from being hit? Can you give Tongtong a hug?"
"I'm in so much pain!"
The vengeful spirits, who had suffered greatly in life, wailed and displayed their terrifying death appearances, gradually surrounding Feng Bingwen and the flock of lambs.
"What do you want? I'm also a child who was captured by the people who killed you."
Instead of retreating, Feng Bingwen stepped forward and questioned the vengeful spirits.
"Them too, do you want to harm us?"
The numerous vengeful spirits, their deaths gruesome and tragic, remained unmoved, continuing to gather around Feng Bingwen and the flock of lambs. Clearly, reasoning with them was futile.
"We are not the ones to whom you pour your anger and resentment for revenge; that's the scumbags. I can help you!"
Feng Bingwen took a deep breath and told him what he wanted to do.
This was a gamble he made when his understanding was incomplete. According to his understanding, people who suffered greatly in life and died tragically would turn into vengeful ghosts with deep resentment. Since ghosts are the remnants of people after death, vengeful ghosts would only have resentment and obsession left.
You can't reason with ghosts, but what if you want to help these wronged and aggrieved ghosts fulfill their obsessions?
In Feng Bingwen's eyes, all the vengeful spirits, whose forms were transparent yet clear, stopped moving. Even their shrill, ear-piercing wails ceased. All the vengeful spirits stared intently at Feng Bingwen, at the man who had said he would help them.
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