V4.Chapter 49

Yan Xiaosi is not a bodhisattva, and if she is, she won't bring disaster to the town like that. With a few tears, she wants to make her kindhearted, okay?

Yan Xiaosi looked at the ghost mother kneeling in front of her unmoved, someone supported her, she put on a good air: "Ben Xiao..."

She originally wanted to speak to Miss, but when she realized something was wrong with her lips, she had an idea and said, "My young master will give you a chance to confess and be lenient. Remember, there is only one chance. You'd better think it through before answering."

The ghost mother looked at Yan Xiaosi, and at the Demon Lord who was guarding behind Yan Xiaosi like a demon. In an instant, she realized that this seemingly innocent young man had discovered that she and Huan Lang had something to hide from them.

Ordinary people will fall into a huge shock when they learn that the ghost mother of the underworld has an inexplicable relationship with a dead demon cultivator, and they have no time to wonder about other things.

This young man looks simple, but his mind is calmer and easier to use than most people.

The ghost mother came from her heart, and suddenly shook her shoulders and laughed.

As soon as Mo Xiu saw her like this, he knew that she had given up resistance, and he shouted: "Ghost mother! Don't!"

The ghost mother raised her hand and wiped the hot tears from her face. In fact, these were not tears. Ghost repairers didn't even have blood, so where did the tears come from? This is the transformation of soul qi, which is more precious than the whole body soul qi, and every drop is a ten-year cultivation base.

The ghost mother said bitterly: "What is there to say now? We can't care about it anyway... we can't care about it anymore..."

In the end, she actually covered her face and cried.

"Don't care about what?" Yan Xiaosi asked.

Ghost Mother looked at Mo Xiu, Mo Xiu turned his face away sadly, as if he had compromised, no matter what Ghost Mother had to say next, he would not stop him.

The ghost mother stood up against the wall, glanced at Lord Demon Lord and Yan Xiaosi, and said slowly and in a low voice, "Please come with me, the two sons."

Yan Xiaosi took a step and jumped over, regardless of whether the Demon Lord followed.

The Lord Demon looked at her back in the wall, and felt a little sour in her heart. Awan never did her own way. When she was with Yan Jiuchao, she would look at him first no matter what decision she made, not waiting for his affirmation. , but told him that she was going to do it.

"What a heartless little thing."

Lord Demon murmured.

"Xiao Zhao, hurry up! It's so choking in here!" Yan Xiaosi in front of her ran and jumped, without looking back, she made a sound that seemed to be the most beautiful in the world.

Lord Demon Lord's red lips twitched slightly, and he quickly followed.

"You already know that my house is actually a magic weapon," said the ghost mother.

"Yeah." Yan Xiaosi nodded.

The two came to the original corridor. The ghost mother looked at the wall at the end, paused, and said, "Actually, it is not just a magic weapon, but a passage to the underworld."

"Oh?" This made Yan Xiaosi feel refreshed, "Do you mean to get out of the underworld from here?"

"That's right." The ghost mother said slowly, and out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed that the demon and the demon master had followed, and raised her hand and took out a key from her bosom.

As soon as the key appeared, a keyhole appeared on the black lacquered wall. The ghost mother inserted the key into the keyhole, turned it gently, the wall in front of her disappeared, and a white light trail appeared in the in front of a few people.

The ghost mother walked over first.

Then came the magician.

Lord Demon Lord took Yan Xiaosi's hand to prevent her from jumping too fast.

After crossing this path, they came to another courtyard. The furnishings in this yard were exactly the same as those of the ghost mother. The yard was full of colorful flowers, the sun was shining, the flowers were fragrant, and there were bees and butterflies. Chasing among the flowers.

"Is it still an illusion this time?" Yan Xiaosi asked the Demon Lord in a low voice.

She was so close, her breath fell on his ear, hot and hot on the tip of her ear.

Lord Demon Lord's throat slid and said, "It's not an illusion, we've already left the underworld."

"So fast, where is this place?" Yan Xiaosi looked around.

The ghost mother and the demon cultivator stood in the yard and didn't move. Their eyes were fixed on the direction of the house, and their fingers were pinched involuntarily.

Yan Xiaosi had a panoramic view of the strangeness of the two of them, blinked strangely, and followed the eyes of the two to look in, but she was stunned.

It was a bright and spacious room, with a short table in the middle, on which were several delicate and delicious snacks, and a four-year-old boy knelt on the cushion beside the small table.

He was wearing simple and unpretentious clothes, he was small, his figure was a little thin, and his face was paler than the other children Yan Xiaosi had seen.

There were snacks on the table, but he didn't eat any of them. Instead, he fumbled with his hands, took a snack, and went to feed a little rabbit in his arms.

For some reason, Yan Xiaosi felt that his movements were clumsy.

Yan Xiaosi stared at him for a while, then pulled the sleeve of Lord Demon Lord, and whispered in his ear, "Why do I feel this child is weird?"

Lord Demon Lord glanced at the Demon Xiu behind him and said indifferently, "He can't see it."

"What?" Yan Xiaosi was stunned, such a beautiful child is actually blind?

The ghost mother waved her hand to set up a soundproof array, took a few steps forward, came to Yan Xiaosi's side, and said with a choked smile, "His name is Xiao Shishi, and he just turned four years old the day before yesterday."

"Is Little Stone the child of you and Huan Lang?" Yan Xiaosi asked.

The ghost mother nodded.

Yan Xiaosi frowned in confusion: "You are a ghost cultivator, he is a demon cultivator, the two of you... can you have a child?"

The ghost mother shook her head bitterly: "Originally it was impossible, but I have accumulated a lot of merit in the underworld, and I have been reused by the underworld. It just so happened that there was a big case in the underworld, and a ghost escaped from the underworld and committed wrongdoing in the human world. The underworld was sent to investigate the case thoroughly, and in order to facilitate walking outside, the underworld gave me a body, and that’s when I met Huan Lang.”

Yan Xiaosi paired her fingers: "Then you two fell in love at first sight, fell in love with each other, and gave birth to a child without hesitation?"

"That's right." The ghost mother nodded, "I originally wanted to stay out for a few more years, so that I could grow up with Little Stone, but then that Specter was caught, and I had no reason to stay out, so I had to return. Underworld."

Yan Xiaosi secretly sighed, she didn't expect such a tragic story between the ghost mother and the demon cultivator.

The ghost mother smiled with tears in her eyes and said, "In fact, even if I go back, it's fine. Although I can't linger in the outside world all the time, I can visit their father and son from time to time. It's just that after I lose my human body, I'm just a simple ghost cultivator. I can't get too close or talk to them, lest they get caught in me."

Hearing this, Yan Xiaosi vigilantly pulled Xiao Zhao away from her.

The ghost mother smiled: "Young master, please rest assured, with the realm of the two of you now, there is no need to be afraid of the underworld. As for the child in the back basket, although I don't know what realm she is in, she has been in the underworld for so long, and she has no discomfort at all. It is because of her special constitution that she cannot be harmed by Ming Qi."

"How do you know that there are children in the backpack?" Her breath was not easily detected.

The ghost mother smiled: "Anyway, one of us is a ghost mother and the other is a dead corpse. How can we be unaware of the breath of the living?"

"Oh." Yan Xiaosi was relieved, "Then what happened to the two of them?"

"Young Master wants to ask how they died?" Ghost Mother's smile became bitter again, "Accident, it was an accident."

That was a year ago. A righteous monk successfully broke through to the Hinayana realm and attracted three thunders. He blocked the first two, but in the third, he was really powerless to fight, and it happened that Huan Lang led passing by with small stones.

When the cultivators of the right way saw that they were demon cultivators, they arrested them without saying a word.

Before the two could even react, they were struck by a thunderbolt.

As soon as the thunder struck his upper body, Huan Lang held his son tightly in his arms and poured all his demonic energy into him to protect him.

"I know that the holy devil is not at odds with each other. If he fights Huan Lang in an open and honest way, I respect him as a man! But why did he arrest Huan Lang to block the thunder for him? Why even a four-year-old child? Don't let it go?! Our son... What did Huan Lang's son and I do wrong? Just because he was born a devil, should he be captured and sent to death? He should be your so-called righteous monk Is it a stepping stone? The little stone was born invisible, but he never complained... He was kind... he was very caring... he loved his father... When he was alive, he was reluctant to step on an ant... why? So cruel to him? Why?!"

The ghost mother growled in pain.

Yan Xiaosi found that her beautiful face gradually became hideous, with hard edges and corners, high cheekbones, black and purple lips, and raised eyebrows. It was the real face of the ghost mother, as terrible as a ghost.

At this moment, Yan Xiaosi seemed to finally understand the intentions of the ghost mother and the demon cultivator. They smoked yang energy, never because the demon cultivator was greedy for life and fear of death, just to be able to come back every day to take care of their children.