Folk customs begin with Wu Caishen

Chapter 32
The beauty spider relies on eating to absorb the evil spirit. It cannot eat the spirit body, so it simply builds a web on the spot to anesthetize the ghost hand that controls the adoptive father.

Shi Xin was rescued at the moment of death. Seeing that she herself was reduced to a corpse that could be mended, a few cold spider threads softened the skin and filled it with a little air.

Even just this little bit is enough to give her time to react.

The instinct to survive is invincible.

"Bai...Fa Ji!"

Evil aura permeated the air, and dense threads wrapped around the hands of the three ghosts, easily torn off.

White-haired Ji, who absorbed the evil spirit and grew rapidly in the Faceless Tomb, appeared in a scattered form. When she recovered, her body was firmly attached to the core, lying on the soft woven silk thread, and her bright red ghost eyes looked up and down. , showing concern.

The old man with yellow paper outside the door pinched his pipe in astonishment, thinking that he had caused a lot of trouble, so he blew a puff of white smoke into the room.

Shi Xin fell to the ground and coughed so hard that his throat was almost hurt.

She lay on the ground gasping for breath, strong hatred welling up in her heart.

When she was thinking about how to settle the accounts happily, her newly recovered consciousness became confused again. Three summoned ghosts poked their heads out of the wall. Although their hands were pinched off, they ran fast, and the White-haired Princess could not eliminate them immediately.

Shi Xin soon knew what the thing was blowing out of the pipe. In an instant, his body was so soft that he almost fainted. It was much more powerful than the beauty spider's anesthesia.

"Okay...there are really endless ways to use them against me!"

She sensed the evil energy in the three bowls outside the door, rushed out and kicked them over.

The three ghosts suddenly let out shrill wails.

Shi Xin raised his head, and the old man holding a cigarette laughed heartily.

"You shallow woman! Do you think that if you destroy this soul-calling ritual, the ghosts will disappear? Wrong! These three are the containers I use to control ghosts. Only when the containers are destroyed will the real evil ghosts emerge! Hahaha! Your Grandpa Huang I’m leaving! Just stay here and feed the dead souls I raised!”

The evil spirit behind him soared, the wind blew wildly, and the smell of decaying death roared.

Li Gui's Taoism is close to 50 years, and three of them are 150 years. White-haired Ji is no match.

The little beauty spider walked too shallowly and crawled back to the nail in fear.

Shi Xin stood upright, letting his black hair fly, and calmly covered half of his face.

"The picture is too bloody, I don't want to see it." She covered her eyes, "Kill him."

A weightless sentence, as the silk thread stretched out, tightly wrapped around the old yellow paper, then rose into the air, reversed, and landed.

Li Gui moved extremely fast. At the moment when he was about to be hit, Huang Zhi Lao Dao tried his best to blow out the white smoke hidden in his chest. This desperate killing move had no effect on Bai Fa Ji's diluted silk thread.

Only a short scream was heard, and the head hit the ground like a watermelon and exploded, with juice splashing out.

The ghost's transformed fangs bit the white-haired girl's shoulder. Before it could close, it was frozen, and then turned into dust and disappeared without a trace.

The wind stopped and there was no noise.

Shi Xin put down his hand and looked at the dead people outside the old broken door, with complicated emotions on his face.

She, she actually killed someone...

She made the decision because she didn't want to die, but when faced with a dead person, she still couldn't control the panic and guilt in her heart.

"Wow ah-"

Shi Xin's heart tightened and ached when he suddenly heard a child crying outside the door.

She ran out barefoot, and it turned out to be the junior who handed him porridge at night.

"Why are you crying?!" Shi Xin picked him up and threw him into the courtyard, closing the door decisively.

The yard was a mess, with chicken blood and chicken bodies pressed against broken porcelain bowls. The children kept backing away, obviously frightened.

"I..." Shi Xin organized his speech, "Is that old Taoist just now your grandfather? He committed suicide by himself. Don't blame me for being cruel. If I didn't do this, I would die. So you'd better keep quiet about this matter, and so do I. It’s a last resort…”

The innocent child was about to cry. He was scared to death, afraid of being silenced.

Unexpectedly, this woman was actually explaining to him?
"But, but it's true that you killed someone!" He said in a shrinking voice, "It's only right to kill someone to pay for their life! If you don't want me to tell you... it's best not to hurt me!"

Naturally, Shi Xin would not attack children. She had only been exposed to the game "Desolate Lord" for eight days. Naturally, she would not hesitate to kill the two-headed ghost. At most, she would be afraid. After all, she grew up in a civilized society governed by the rule of law. She respected the old and loved the young. Virtue, she is a good law-abiding citizen at heart.

So she said, "I won't hurt you."

The child's eyes were shining brightly, and the corners of his mouth could not help but turn up: "Are you a college student? Although I don't know why you have so many heresy, but this thing is not recognized by society. I have your destiny in my hand. From today on First of all, you'd better not resist me, otherwise... you know the consequences! In the worst case, we'll all die together!"

He smiled evilly, thinking that if he died and exchanged it for someone who could handle it better, then he would definitely be able to...

Get out!
Shi Xin pressed against the door, biting his lower lip.

Ever since she met this child, she had been shaking and couldn't even control her heavy breathing.

Hearing these words, she opened her mouth, and her body, which needed to be suppressed to calm down, suddenly returned to normal.

"I don't want to either...I don't want to either..."

Shi Xin walked out of the shadow of the eaves, and under the light directly above her head, she glanced at the children on the ground with extremely calm eyes.

"How old are you? What's your name?"

"Eight, eight years old...my name is Gou Wa."

Gouwa didn't know why he was asked this question, and he stuttered in his answers.

"Gouwa, I'm sorry."

Shi Xin spoke very softly and even moved gently. He grabbed Gou Wa's neck and lifted it up and tightened it effortlessly with his Shaomai-enhanced physique.

The pride in Gou Wa's eyes instantly turned into horror.

"I didn't kill anyone. The old Taoist Huangzhi was killed by a ghost and has nothing to do with me." Shi Xin continued to tighten his wrist, "If you didn't show up, I could stay out of it. I was trying my best to convince myself to let you go, but it's obvious I have no choice but to kill you to maximize my profits."

She was lying, there was no mercy or guilt in her eyes.

Gouwa finally became afraid, and with a thought, he used the talisman with his last strength.

Shi Xin's hand was empty, and when he looked again, Shi Gou Wa was at the door.

He did not run, but knelt down after coughing a few times: "Auntie! Auntie, let me go! My little dog is willing to work as a cow or a horse for my aunt! Please spare my life!"

"What are you using?"

"Escape Talisman!" Gouwa put his forehead on the ground, took out the remaining yellow Talisman from his arms, raised his hands high, "Honor your aunt!"

Shi Xin stayed still, showing no emotion.

It was difficult to make up her mind to kill. If it weren't for this talisman, the child would really die. She was already thinking about how to deal with the body and soul.

Fortunately, Gou Wa is somewhat useful, and useful people can always live a wonderful life.

(End of this chapter)