New White Snake Asking Immortals

Bai Yujun looked at the culprit with cold eyes.

Ignoring it, I stared at the unwilling black-striped snake.

"I'll give you a chance to take revenge. It's enough for you to kill the eldest son and youngest son, kill the enemy's wife and concubine, and then kill the culprit. Listen to me."

Not bothering to pay attention to everyone's fear and anger, he continued.

"Your child was mutilated by him, but he did not die. Thirty-five years ago, you were already a spirit. Some of the offspring you gave birth to possessed evil spirits. The snake eggs he brought down the mountain were sold to monks. I have calculated that you are still alive. Seven of them are still alive."

In an instant, the black-striped snake retracted its mouth and stared at Bai Yujun in disbelief.

"Really...really?"

Hearing this, Bai Yujun said nothing, and Fat Tiger next to him became unhappy.

Just when he was about to shout his filial piety, a small hand patted his chin lightly, and the tiger's roar that could shake the mountains was suppressed.

Bai Yujun turned to look at Xiao Xiong, who had a complicated expression.

He was not stupid. After hearing what he said just now, he understood everything. The snake spirit was incapable of revenge. It was this mysterious girl who caused today's tragedy, but he had no desire to hate. He couldn't afford to hate and didn't dare to hate.

Seeing the big snake, he also looked over, knowing that there was an opportunity now, the only chance to save his son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren, so he tried to think back to thirty-five years ago.

After a moment of silence, he nodded.

"Sigh... When I smashed the snake eggs, I found a few that were particularly hard. I brought them back out of curiosity. After being introduced by someone, I sold them all. I probably sold ten or nine, I can't remember..."

It is impossible for all those who were sold to survive, and it is not easy to survive seven offspring.

At this moment, the purple-clothed monk lying in the ruins wanted to crush Xiao Xiong's bones and raise ashes. He was so full that he went to dig out the snake's nest and provoke some mysterious big man to come. I really don't understand that a snake spirit can be related to a powerful monk. , I just came to recruit disciples, now it’s better, the good seedling died in front of my eyes.

Now he doesn't care about Xiao Xiong's life or death, he just hopes that the mysterious big man will not look at him and hide his head behind the bricks as quietly as possible.

The flame-like resentment and evil aura on the black-striped snake quickly melted away.

The scarlet eyes were also a little more alive.

"Where is my child? Tell me quickly! Where is my child?"

In order to keep the rest of his family alive, Xiao Xiong tried his best to calmly think about his memories. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head helplessly.

"The middleman died on the streets more than ten years ago because of a vendetta. No one knows about it except him."

The anxious snake was about to get angry when he heard this. Bai Yujun waved his hand, and the cold rain calmed its anger.

"As long as you live, it will be fine. We will meet again in the future if we are destined, and the karmic hatred between you should be settled."

Xiao Xiong glanced at the bodies of his wife and children and was heartbroken.

"I am responsible for what I did. I, Xiao, admit it! Why did I kill my wife and children who had nothing to do with it? They are innocent!"

Bai Yujun's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he stared at the culprit Xiao Xiong indifferently.

"There is no way for misfortunes and blessings, they are only called upon by people. If you kill other people's whole family, why can't others kill your whole family?"

After saying that, he snorted coldly, and the rain moved elsewhere and stopped.

Let go of the cloud-gray paper umbrella in your hand, and the paper umbrella slowly rises to a height of three feet. Suddenly, ink stains seep out of the original cloud-gray umbrella surface, as if there is a brush painting, slowly painting an old locust tree, the ink painting The ancient locust tree has a strong yin energy.

Immediately afterwards, the Sophora japonica blossoms bloomed, and their petals quickly fell off and flew. They actually floated out of the paper umbrella painting, and fell with the wind.

When locust flowers filled the ruins of the house, countless ghost figures suddenly appeared.

Mainly divided into two places, a group of ghosts gathered around the purple-clothed monk, and another group of ghosts gathered around Xiao Xiong.

As for the others, there are ghosts around them in twos and threes.

Xiao Xiong's second son, several nurses and housekeepers were all haunted by ghosts, and everyone was frightened.

The strangeness actually appeared on a thunderstorm day.

The middle-aged monk in purple clothes didn't feel any Yin Qi at all. Only Xiao Xiong had ghost Qi. He couldn't feel the presence of those around him at all. Some knew him and some didn't. It didn't matter. The problem was that he didn't feel it at all. Without Yin Qi, this is very strange and really abnormal.

Xiao Xiong's eyes widened as he was surrounded by a group of ghosts. He knew almost all of them and had killed them one after another over the years. The rest who he didn't recognize were probably their family members.

The cloud-gray paper umbrella can perform exceptionally well in Bai Yujun's hands.

Some are ghosts, and some are entangled causes and effects, such as those around the purple monk. Even if they can't take revenge now, they will still be entangled, stubbornly waiting, waiting for the opportunity of retribution to appear, ten years, a hundred years, and even follow the entanglement in the next life.

He stretched out his hand and spread his fingers. The ink stains on the umbrella surface of the old locust tree receded and disappeared, and the crowds of ghosts around him also disappeared. The paper umbrella rotated and lowered, and the small hand held the handle of the umbrella.

Bai Yujun glanced coldly and spoke calmly.

"If you can't resolve it, you have to suffer the consequences."

After speaking, he looked at the big snake.

"Go, take revenge, and end your hatred. Since there are descendants alive, there is no need to kill them all and let others go."

Xiao Xiong suddenly felt relieved when he heard this. This was good, as his son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren would not have to die.

Looking at the big black-striped snake, he sighed and closed his eyes, feeling the fishy wind coming and then the sharp pain, and his consciousness gradually faded...

The big snake bites off the enemy's neck bones with force and injects a large amount of venom. When the enemy's life is gone, it slowly releases its mouth and lets the body fall. Most of the flame-like resentment all over its body dissipates and its consciousness becomes clear.

Bai Yujun glanced at Xiao Xiong's remaining dozen or so family members.

"The grudge is settled here. If you are dissatisfied and want to pick up the hatred again and carry on the hatred from generation to generation, please feel free to do so."

With a wave of his hand, the terrifying huge shadow in the sky dissipated, and the thunderstorm finally stopped.

Xiao Xiong's remaining sons and wives and concubines were silent, and the grandchildren were hiding behind the adults. The dozen or so people were obviously afraid.

Fold the paper umbrella and turn around.

"Let's go back to the mountains."

Fat Tiger shook his big head and signaled the big snake to follow him quickly.

The black-striped snake took another look at its completely dead enemy, then turned around and followed the tiger, leaving the ruins of the new house. The monks, who were no longer oppressed by the huge shadow, did not react at all, and quietly watched the mysterious girl leave.

Outside the collapsed gate, beside the lotus pond, a white mist formed after the rain.

Bai Yujun led Fat Tiger and Big Snake into the thick fog. After a while, the thick fog dissipated, and the lotus leaves washed by the rain became more green.

When the thick fog in front of him dispersed, Orochi found that he had returned to the forest in his memory. The flowers, plants and trees were different from those of more than thirty years ago, the mountains and rocks remained unchanged, and the familiar smell of mountain spring water awakened the memories that had been buried for many years.

Moubai casually passed several skills into the head of the black-striped snake.

"You should walk your own path. If you want to find your child, you must first have strong strength."

He jumped onto the fat tiger's back with a slight leap.

He took out two bottles of elixirs from the sack and left them behind. With a tap, the fat tiger jumped up and ran on the tree crown with four paws, making the birds fly around in shock.

He ran far away in the blink of an eye.

The big snake didn't have time to say thank you, so he had to imitate humans and nod three times at the retreating figure.