Chapter 112: Drinking ghost blood

I hurriedly picked up the torch that had not been extinguished from the ground, and went over. The "coconut" once caught fire and immediately melted, revealing a hole, a cold air, and immediately came out, Ye Shaoyang reached out and dispersed, looking at it and seeing a The white feet are very small and must be a woman.
Using the torch to melt the "coconut", Ye Shaoyang sucked a cold air: a girl lying straight inside, dressed in shirt shorts, short hair dyed yellow, looks handsome, lifelike.
"Yeah, isn't this the girl who saw the suicide before?" Zhou Jingru's voice rang from behind.
After she reminded me, Ye Shaoyang looked at the girl's clothes again. It was really the girl, and suddenly realized that her illusion of death would appear under the tree. The original body was hidden in the tree.
"This girl looks like, how is it still alive?" Zhou Jingru said with amazement, the words just dropped, the girl's eyelashes trembled and slowly opened her eyes.
Zhou Jingru was so scared that he hurried back. "Isn't it a scam?"
Ye Shaoyang knew that it was not, but the scene that happened in front of him made him understand a little bit. He simply did nothing. While waiting on the side, the girl slowly opened her eyes and her eyes slowly focused on Ye Shaoyang.
"It's so cold..."
How about cold, can't you hold you? Ye Shaoyang scratched his head, took off his shirt, wrapped her on her body, and when she reached into the cocoon, she felt the air inside was cold and cold, so she took her out and placed it on the grass.
The girl's face became a little rosy, and her breathing gradually became gentle. After a few minutes, she tried to sit up and took a deep breath, and the tears flowed down immediately. "Three years later, I finally got fresh air." ""
Ye Shaoyang and Zhou Jingru glanced at each other and looked shocked. She was lying in the trunk for three years? How did it survive?
"Is you saving me?" The girl fixed her eyes on Ye Shaoyang and said slowly, "Are you a mage?"
Ye Shaoyang nodded. "How do you feel now?"
"Very hungry, very thirsty. Nothing else." The girl looked at him with an eye.
Zhou Jingru took a bottle of pure water from his backpack, gently lifted the girl up, leaned on his arms, opened the water bottle, fed her a little, the girl drank some water, and the spirit was better.
Ye Shaoyang discussed with Zhou Jingru and decided to take her back and let her eat something, but she is now weak and can't move. Ye Shaoyang had to carry her back. Putting her hands on her two laps, she felt that her skin was very tender and smooth, and she had the feeling of being able to break the blow. She had a quiet curse in time to avoid thinking about it.
"Shaoyang brother, those corpses, what should I do?" Zhou Jingru said with concern, since the eucalyptus was destroyed, the corpses were drilled back into the soil and never came out.
Ye Shaoyang explained: "They are not zombies, they lose the supply of the tree demon, and they will die soon, regardless of them."
The road down the mountain is quite long. Although the girl is petite and very light, Ye Shaoyang is still tired and panting. After she returns her back to the resort, the whole person is too tired.
Zhou Jingru asked her to lie on her bed, called the waiter, asked for a bowl of rice porridge, and fed her in person. The girl drank half a bowl of rice porridge and fell asleep directly.
"Let's talk to her tomorrow, let her sleep well first." Zhou Jingru suggested.
Ye Shaoyang nodded. "Let her sleep here?"
Zhou Jingru immediately worried a little, "Why, is there any danger?"
"This is not, although I don't know why she can seal herself in the silkworm cocoon for three years, but she is 100% human, and there is no trace of the wrong atmosphere."
"That's it." Zhou Jingru let go of his heart. "Let her sleep with me, I take care of her."
Ye Shaoyang smiled and said: "You will be very caring for people."
"I just think she is very pitiful. There is no nurse here, can't let her sleep with you?"
"Cough." Ye Shaoyang coughed up, "See you tomorrow." He waved his hand and left, returned to his room, and was going to sleep. Suddenly he thought that he still had something important to do - give the ghost tongue to the old village chief. medicine.
His grandson was fine after a day’s treatment, but if the ghost tongue was put on for a night, it would be a ghost, and he would be busy with a white job. He had to wear clothes and go to the old village chief’s home. I think that I am really unlucky, busy all day, and it is a ghost and a demon, but also a duty.
The old village chief’s family was waiting for him at Baba, and they didn’t sleep. The door opened and knocked.
When I came to the hall, Ye Shaoyang took out the porcelain bowl and placed it on the table. He picked up three ghost tongues with a wooden sword and placed it on top of the porcelain bowl. He lit a few sheets of paper and baked it. The ghost tongue shrank a little and turned into a drop. The red blood dripped in the porcelain bowl.
Actually, there is not much need to be done, but since the tongue of others has been cut, it must not be wasted. Three tongues are burned out, and a small bowl of ghost blood is turned out. Ye Shaoyang Ran Xiaojun took the child out and personally fed the child to drink.
The little half bowl of ghost blood poured into the child's stomach, and the child who had some spiritual spirit would not move on the spot.
The old village chief father and son were scared on the spot. "The Archmage, is this what is going on?"
"Don't panic, normal, he drank so many ghost blood, it was normal to faint. If you drink, you will die on the spot. The child's body is too ghostly, ghost blood and ghost are the same, after drinking Will automatically absorb the ghost."
After that, Ye Shaoyang put a hand on the top of the baby's head and catalyzed the ghost blood into the meridians of the body with her suffocation. It felt like absorption. He turned back to Xiaojun: "Go and find a red cloth."
When I got the red cloth, Ye Shaoyang wrapped a piece of ambergris and a glutinous rice in it, and posted a condensate on it, placed on the baby's navel.
"This cloth bag can pull out the ghost blood. It must be placed on the child's navel. The ghost blood will be sucked out a little through the umbilical cord. If it is soaked, open it and replace the glutinous rice with a new one. Then put it back until it is pulled out. If you have a ghost, you will be finished. Just like this, I am leaving."
Before going out, Ye Shaoyang looked back at the child and the child was already awake. A pair of small eyes were looking at himself.
Ye Shaoyang’s heart was shocked. The child drank so many ghost blood, so he woke up so quickly, and his body was quite good. He could not help but sigh:
This child is a good seed of the monk.

When the old village chief heard this, his eyes brightened and he said, "Master, if my grandson really has a fairy, the Archmage may wish to be a disciple."
Ye Shaoyang stunned and thought about it carefully. He said: "If you really want him to practice, when he is five years old, you can take him to Maoshan and find an old Taoist named Qingyunzi. He will see this child. Understand. But... you have to think carefully, the practice is very hard and cruel."
The old village chief frowned and said: "How hard will it be cruel? If he can be as powerful as the Archmage, we can't ask for it."
Ye Shaoyang smiled and said nothing. If they knew how many cruel tests they had experienced in their more than ten years of monastic career, and what kind of suffering they suffered, it is estimated that they would not send their grandchildren to Maoshan.
He did not persuade them to send their children to Maoshan, nor did they persuade them to give up. The decision was made in their hands. How to do it at the time, look at themselves, in the end, or look at the child's chance.