"Could it be the same method as in Hulu Mountain?" After hearing Feng Ling say this, Tao Yao suddenly thought of those bandits who almost exploded themselves.
Being given inexplicable power, doing all kinds of bad things, and then ending one's life by self-destruction, the person who cast the curse thus gained merit.
"Yes, didn't Master Zheng say that they used the little ghosts to do many bad things, and both sides committed countless sins.
Whoever kills the master and servant will gain merit. The caster of the spell was afraid that others would steal the merit, so he cast the spell on them from the beginning.
Let them kill each other, and if both die because of the curse, the merit will be attributed to the one who cast the curse."
As soon as Feng Ling finished speaking, the little ghost broke out of the restraint of the sleeve pocket, followed the three blood threads, and rushed straight to Zheng Yuan's heart to bite.
"Ah!!!" In an instant, Zheng Fu's chest became a bloody mess, and blood was dripping.
"Hahaha!!!" The little ghost still felt it was not enough. He just wanted to eat, eat, eat, eat a lot. He was so hungry...
So he tried his best to pierce Zheng Fu's chest, and at the same time his body slowly expanded like a balloon.
Perhaps the curse was in progress, so everyone around saw this horrible and bloody scene.
"Fu'er?!!" Old Mrs. Zheng could never have imagined that things would develop to this point. It was clearly agreed that just a little blood from the heart could make the little ghost stronger and more obedient.
The little ghost has become stronger now, but he is biting his master!
And it was just bleeding from the heart, why did Fu'er become old?
After hearing Feng Ling say that again, Old Mrs. Zheng realized that she might have been deceived.
After all, he was her own son. She only wanted to save Zheng Fu's life. Without caring about anything else, she rushed forward and raised her crutch to beat the little ghost, trying to save her son.
How could Zheng Yuan allow others to beat his child? Even if his child turned into a ghost, he tried his best to pull the snake demon forward to stop Old Lady Zheng.
However, what was unexpected was that Mrs. Zheng's crutch directly penetrated the little ghost's body and hit Zheng Fu alive.
Zheng Fu, who was still able to struggle and resist, was stabbed on the spot. Oh, no, a crutch was stabbed in the injured heart.
"Mom..." An old man who was even older, weaker and more embarrassed than Old Lady Zheng stared at Old Lady Zheng with an unbelievable and turbid look and shouted, "Mom."
Then he drooped down and died with his eyes open.
"Fu'er!!!" Old Mrs. Zheng never expected that she would end up doing more harm than good and kill her own son with her own hands. She couldn't bear the blow for a while.
"Poof!" He spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
And that was the place closest to the evil spirit, so no one went to help her, and she looked so miserable.
Zheng Fu died suddenly, but the fat ghost was still gnawing on his heart, causing his body to grow bigger and bigger. They were in a master-servant relationship and could directly hurt each other.
Seeing that the fat kid was about to explode, Zheng Yuan was extremely anxious, "Master! Master! Please save Yang'er!"
It’s a pity that he is not a cultivator. If he had to kill his own son with his own hands like Old Lady Zheng did, he might as well just die.
Zheng Yuan didn't dare to approach the fat kid, so he asked Feng Ling for help.
"Rescue is necessary, guys, take your positions, we're getting started, let's grab the merits.
"Don't let go of anything on the little ghost or Zheng Fu."
They have done the business of robbing other gangs before and are very skilled at it.
"Zheng Yuan is already dead. Can the merit of killing him still be snatched away?" Wu Gong was a little puzzled.
"Of course, even though he's dead, the other party wants them to be shattered into pieces.
Before that, we stop their ghosts, exorcise their evil spirits, and send them to the underworld to be reborn. The credit will belong to us."
Feng Ling waved the holy bell and sang and danced. She was so happy, as if she had been injected with chicken blood, like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. Huo Jinxing stroked his forehead with both hands.
Baby, he tried his best. It's your fault for having such a mother. Just wish you good luck...
Feng Ling didn't understand Huo Jinxing's sorrow. She was serious about relying on her own spiritual power to exorcise evil spirits and grab merits. Before, there were only her and Sheng Ling, but now there were a few more helpers.
There was no direct party involved to confront them here, so their spellcasting went smoothly.
After a while, the fat kid stopped eating. With the spell of Feng Ling and the blessing of the spiritual power of several people, he gradually returned to his original appearance.
A cute, chubby baby with a look of ignorance in his eyes.
"Yang'er?" Zheng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. His son must have been rescued, right? But it was only a ghost that was rescued. Zheng Yuan was about to cry again.
"Hey, where is this? Who are you? Who am I? Hey, I can fly, but my head hurts..." Zheng Yang jumped in the air, feeling happy and painful at the same time.
Zheng Yuan was anxious and wanted to go forward to hug the person, but was stopped by Feng Ling. "Humans and ghosts have different paths. Wouldn't it be better to just let him go? Why bother to recognize him and arouse his greed? This will not be good for his reincarnation."
You can find a suitable Feng Shui location for his body and bury it properly. You don't need to carve a tombstone, but you can enshrine the tablet in a temple. This will help him to be reborn.
Do more good deeds, build bridges and roads, and pray for him. This will be far more helpful than just grieving."
Zheng Yuan put down his hand dejectedly, "Okay." He would do more good deeds in the future, but doing good deeds usually requires money, so he no longer cared about the host family, and wanted to take more work and make money to do good deeds!
"Master, please find a Feng Shui treasured site for my son. I will carve the tablet for him myself." Zheng Yuan endured the pain and cheered himself up again.
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