I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 22 I Can Help You!

Tear!

Amidst the bleating of the sheep in the sheepfold, Feng Bingwen jumped up, tore off the yellow cloth hanging from the shed, tore it up without hesitation, and threw it on the ground.

"tangerinr!"

After finishing everything, Feng Bingwen shouted to the outside of the house, where a group of lambs were huddled together, poking their heads, watching his movements.

baa baa!

Hearing Feng Bingwen's shout, a lamb squeezed out of the flock and rushed towards Feng Bingwen with cheerful steps.

"Are you really an orange?"

Seeing the lamb rushing in front of him, with a little yellow in the snow-white wool, Feng Bingwen held his head, not letting him rub against him.

baa baa!

Hearing Feng Bingwen's question, the little lamb screamed anxiously.Although Feng Bingwen was sure that this group of people had the magic of making animals, he had never seen the whole process of them performing it.

The man named Qi Laosi tried to turn him into a dog, but failed.

"If you are Tangerine, call three times to listen, slow down, and there must be a clear partition in the middle!"

Feng Bingwen thought for a while and said.

"BAA Baa baa!"

The lamb in front of him obediently followed what Feng Bingwen said, and three deliberately differentiated bleats sounded.

"Are you really an orange? These bastards turned you into this."

Feng Bingwen reached out and touched the lamb in front of him.

The art of making animals can definitely be unraveled. The group of people turned children into animals and sent them to the buyer's home, but they didn't recognize them.

And the solution might be unexpectedly simple, because the vast majority of those people are just mortals, and only a small part of them have mastered the sorcery of creating animals, and their status is extraordinary.

"Bah! Bah!"

Seeing that Feng Bingwen really confirmed his existence, the lamb screamed happily, but there was a bit of anxiety in his voice.

"Don't be afraid, don't worry, I will definitely take you home!"

Feng Bingwen appeases his playmates in the same village, and after the initial sizing and examination of the sheep outside the shed, they all have the courage to slowly come together.

And Feng Bingwen, who still looked like a child, became familiar with this group of lambs after a simple interaction. The originally restless sheep pen gradually quieted down, and the night really fell.

The moon was hidden and the stars were sparse, and the night was getting darker and thicker. The candles in Qijiagang were extinguished, and the whole mountain village was completely quiet. , and then spread.

But when these cold breaths were about to invade the many houses with green bricks and green tiles, faint yellow lights appeared faintly in the night, covering the houses, preventing the evil spirits lingering outside the houses from entering.

But this time is different from the past. In a house located in the center of the mountain village, a hazy yellow light just lit up, and then it shattered.

The cold breath of those wandering in the mountain village, looking for opportunities day after day stagnated, and then, like a shark smelling blood, flocked to the house that had lost its shelter.

In the sheepfold, a fairly clean place was cleaned up. Feng Bingwen suddenly opened his eyes while hugging his friends from the same village with his eyes closed. Almost at the same time, all the lambs crowded together in the sheepfold were awakened. , In the sound of bleating, even the sleeping lamb woke up.

A strange breath permeated the sheep pen. In this scorching midsummer, the breath exhaled from the mouth and nose turned into a white mist visible to the naked eye.

"Giggle!"

Suddenly, a childlike laughter sounded, Feng Bingwen stood up, and looked towards the direction of the laughter, where a girl doll who looked like a powder carving was standing there, smiling sweetly at Feng Bingwen.

The most special thing is that among the sheep that approached him unconsciously, some sheep looked at the place where the female doll appeared with humanized expressions of horror, while some sheep looked around in a daze, not knowing what to do. Know exactly what these peers are looking at.

"Little brother, do you think Tongtong is obedient?"

The pink and jade-carved girl smiled, and then one whip mark after another appeared on her face and exposed body, which looked shocking.

suck~
Feng Bingwen took a deep breath, even though the girl doll who came with the cold had shown an inhuman appearance, but he didn't have the expected fear in his heart, he just felt angry and a little bit distressed.

"Is your name Tongtong, you look very good!"

The seven-year-old child, surrounded by a flock of lambs, showed a smiling face.

"Then why do you still want to hit Tongtong?"

The welt marks on the little girl's face became more and more dense, which made the originally lovely face a bit eerie.

"I'm in so much pain! It's so painful!"

Before Feng Bingwen had time to reply, wailing came from the other side. It was a child whose limbs were broken and folded, and the twisted limbs impacted Feng Bingwen's visual senses.

clatter!clatter!
There was the sound of some hard object hitting the mud, as if something was bouncing. When Feng Bingwen looked over, he saw a child stuffed into a jar.

"Human pig!"

Feng Bingwen's eyebrows were almost knit together, and two words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Big brother, Tongtong still hurts from the beating? Can you give Tongtong a hug?"

"I'm in so much pain!"

The resentful spirits who had suffered so much during their lifetime wailed, showing their horrific death appearances, and gradually surrounded Feng Bingwen and the group of lambs.

"What do you want to do? I am also a child who was captured by the group of people who killed you."

Instead of retreating, Feng Bingwen took a step forward and questioned these resentful spirits,

"They are too, don't you want to harm us?"

The many grievances with tragic death remained unmoved, and still moved closer to Feng Bingwen and the sheep. Obviously, it would be unreasonable to reason with them.

"We are not the ones to pour out your vengeful anger and resentment, but that group of scumbags. I can help you!"

Feng Bingwen took a deep breath and said what he wanted to do.

This is a big gamble he made when his understanding was not perfect. According to his understanding, people who have been tortured and died tragically during their lifetime will turn into ghosts with deep resentment, and ghosts are the remnants of people after death. Only resentment and obsession remained.

It doesn't make sense to reason with ghosts, but what if you want to help these wronged and unfair ghosts fulfill their obsessions?

In Feng Bingwen's eyes, all the transparent but clear wraiths stopped moving, and even the mournful howling that hit the eardrums stopped. All the wraiths stared at Feng Bing. Wen, staring at this person who said he would help them.

(End of this chapter)