My uncle, my uncle, and Lao Zhao stared at each other with panicked expressions.
There is no doubt that after my uncle used the demon-killing talisman to kill all the kappas in the basement, more kappas were born soon after.
The kappas were so inexhaustible that they could not be killed.
"Uncle, there are so many kappas.
What should we do?"
I turned around to worry about my uncle.
The uncle was silent.
I know his difficulty, even though he can continue to use the Demon Slayer Talisman to destroy all the kappas.
However, more kappa will be born.
When the time comes, I'm afraid my uncle won't be able to destroy him no matter what.
"Child, my child."
Han Mengying's lips moved when she heard the voice of the kappa and saw the bright light of the kappa.
He murmured, and a line of clear tears slid down his cheeks.
Han Mengying's behavior puzzled my uncle.
He turned to me and asked me what happened to Han Mengying.
I told my uncle about Han Mengying's tragic experience.
After hearing this, my uncle sighed and said: "This is too cruel.
No matter how unjust the death, the depth of hatred will be.
No wonder these kappas are so cruel."
I asked my uncle: "Is there really no way to completely treat these kappas?"
"have" "What can we do?"
Lao Zhao and I asked my uncle in unison.
"Only by paying tribute to maternal love with the soul of mother's love can these kappas disappear completely."
"Old ghost Tang, can you say something plain and simple about using the soul of mother's love to pay tribute?"
Old Zhao complained dissatisfiedly.
"It means that the child's mother must die on the pillar with the child's name and birthday, so that the ghosts of these kappas can be comforted by maternal love and disappear forever," said the uncle.
After hearing this, Han Mengying turned to her uncle and asked, "Master, what you just said is true."
"Yes."
My uncle nodded: "No matter what kind of resentful spirit it is, only love can appease it."
After hearing this, Han Mengying's eyes radiated a strange light.
By the time we noticed that she was mentally abnormal, it was already too late.
She first took a few steps back, and then hit the main bridge pier at an extremely fast speed.
I ran towards her as fast as I could, reaching out my hand to grab her.
But after all, it was slower, and only a pop was heard, Han Mengying screamed, and her head exploded.
She struggled a few times and fell to the ground.
Before falling to the ground, she called out affectionately: "Son, mom is here.
Mom will take you home."
I wanted to go up and rescue Han Mengying, but my uncle stopped me.
Only then did I remember that my uncle told me that when a person is dying, relatives should never touch him.
Because any touch will cause the deceased to feel severe pain, the best way is to let the deceased die quietly.
Han Mengying's head is spinning.
I'm not a doctor.
Apart from simply bandaging her, I don't know any other first aid measures.
However, simple bandaging is simply useless for seriously injured patients.
She couldn't even take her to the hospital.
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It was so far away from the hospital and she would probably be dead before she even got out of the basement.
I had no choice but to take back the steps I took, and watched the blood flow out of Han Mengying's head, dyeing a large area of the ground red.
Then, a deep sadness welled up from the bottom of my heart, spreading as endlessly as the pool of blood.
Not long after Han Mengying died, a miracle happened.
The kappa in the basement instantly turned into many white soft light groups.
These light groups were like fireflies, flickering towards the main bridge pier and disappearing.
Almost at the same time, two light groups flew out from the main bridge pier.
Like the light groups just now, they flickered and flew to Han Mengying's body.
Then there was no trace.
Uncle and Lao Zhao then muttered something to Han Mengying's body.
This is the traditional practice of our fortune tellers.
Whenever we see the deceased, we will say some words, probably wishing the deceased a safe place in the underworld.
The reason for doing this is to avoid being obsessed with and possessed by the undead.
After reading the congratulations, I asked my uncle if I should carry Han Mengying out and bury her.
My uncle said no, because Han Mengying’s undead spirit and her son’s resentful spirit have merged into one, and they will always be attached to this main bridge pier, even if she is removed.
There is no point in carrying the body outside for burial. in addition.
This basement connects the bridge deck and the main bridge pier.
The space is small and it is difficult for people to enter.
Let this become Han Mengying's tomb.
Farewell to Han Mengying’s body.
Lao Zhao and I walked towards the exit under the guidance of my uncle.
My uncle said that this time Lao Zhao and I were framed against me, and asked me if I had offended the ghosts in the underworld recently.
I told my uncle about my relationship with Hu Laoer.
The uncle shouted sternly: "You are a human being, and you are not allowed to meddle in the affairs of the underworld from now on.
Do you hear me?"
I have never seen my uncle lose such a temper.
He was so frightened that he did not dare to breathe.
Lao Zhao hurried over to smooth things over and said jokingly: "Old ghost Tang.
Isn't Hai Ming doing good things out of good intentions?
He's not making trouble out of nothing and deliberately trying to make things difficult for ghosts."
My uncle has a bad temper.
If I do anything, I will do something about it.
He had to explain the truth clearly to me before giving up.
This time is no exception.
What he said is that the two realms of Yin and Yang cannot be crossed.
The people of the underworld have to take care of things in the underworld.
If I interfere, I'll get into trouble sooner or later.
Of course I dare not disobey my uncle.
When he spoke great truths, I could only listen submissively.
It wasn't until he finished speaking that we continued walking towards the exit.
The exit is located in the rightmost corner of the basement.
It is a small door that can only allow one person to pass through.
This door is usually closed tightly and is difficult to detect if you don't look carefully.
My uncle said that it took him half a day just to find this door.
Opening the door, we climbed out one by one.
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When I poked my head out.
It was pitch dark outside, and there was silence all around.
It was probably late at night.
My uncle was the last one to crawl out.
He was surprised and said: "Why do I remember it was still at night?
It was almost dawn when I entered."
Old Zhao said: "Old Ghost Tang, you must have remembered wrongly.
You are already a lot older, and it took so much effort to chase us.
It is inevitable to make some mistakes in your thinking."
I also felt that Lao Zhao’s analysis was reasonable, so I comforted my uncle and said, “Uncle, you haven’t had a good rest since you were kidnapped without horses.
I guess it’s just like what Lao Zhao said, you are overtired and have mental problems.
Point error."
The uncle thought for a moment and shook his head.
He sighed and said, "Oh, I'm old and useless."
There are no steps or anything like that at the exit that connect to the ground, and above that is the bottom of the bridge.
There was a river below.
My uncle got a small boat to the main bridge pier and climbed up.
This shows that it was really not easy for him to find this small door.
We climbed down along the main bridge pier and got on the boat that my uncle got.
Then I rowed the boat.
In less than half an hour, the boat docked.
I helped my uncle get off the boat.
My uncle looked at the surrounding environment and said with suspicion: "Why is it so strange here?
It's completely different from what I saw when I came here."
Lao Zhao laughed at his uncle and said, "Old ghost Tang, you are here again.
I told you that you are confused.
You still don't believe that you have never been here before.
How can you remember the way you came so clearly, let alone now?"
It’s late at night again” The uncle frowned and said to himself: "I'm not that confused yet."
Old Zhao became impatient and urged: "Old Tang, let's go quickly.
I've been tossing for so long.
I'm almost exhausted.
Go back early and have a good sleep."
The uncle didn't have any idea, so he just took steps and continued walking forward.
There was a fairly flat road underfoot, with waist-high bushes on both sides.
Unknown insects hiding in the dark made one after another sounds, as if they were performing a unique concert.
Because it is in the suburbs, the air is very fresh, mixed with the unique fresh smell of soil and plants, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
The only drawback was that there was no moonlight in the sky and the light was very dim.
The three of us walked cautiously and at a slow speed.
My uncle is old and has just experienced a dangerous rescue.
He must be exhausted now.
I suggested that he rest for a while before leaving.
The uncle was stunned and refused to agree.
He said that you should not stay in a wild place for a long time.
After walking along the winding path for more than ten minutes, a castle suddenly appeared in front of it.
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It was two stories high, with glazed tiles on the outside and arched doors.
The door was open, and it was dark and nothing could be seen inside.
Isn't this Longgao Bridge?
Why are there such strange buildings?
My uncle, Lao Zhao, and I stopped unconsciously
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