[R18] Quickly wear it【Pillow jade and taste vermilion】 – “Quickly Wearing [Pillow on Jade and Taste Vermilion]” Jasper Green Tea [Forty-Eight] (Fourth update) [English]

They waited until it was late at night and the people dispersed, then they revealed their true identities, performed a magic spell, and walked into the farmer’s house majestically.

The deceased’s old mother was still keeping vigil, as if she had fallen asleep from crying, holding a piece of coarse cloth tightly in her hand, which smelled fishy.

The farmer’s family had no money to place the coffin, so the body was rolled up in a straw mat, which looked very thin.

Mo Tianze waved his hand, and the old woman fell asleep and became more and more unconscious.

Lian Qingruo gave a weak grip and pushed away the straw mat. The roll rolled away, revealing even the mass of flesh and blood wrapped inside.

“Tsk.”

Mo Tianze couldn’t help pinching his nose and holding his breath.

This corpse was filled with stench for some unknown reason, and its bones and flesh were all crispy, leaving only a layer of skin. It had long looked down upon its original appearance.

A lot of straw was stuffed into the straw mat to prop up his body.

“You take a look first, I’ll go to the yard and ask for directions.”

Mo Tianze was reluctant to face this mass, so he spoke to Lian Qingruo and took the clothes from the old woman’s hand.

The so-called “asking for directions” is to open the Yin gate and call for Yin difference.

After all, I don’t know who will ascend when, but the city god is still willing to give them some small backdoors.

Lian Qingruo squatted down and picked up a little flesh and blood without feeling dirty.

This demonic energy is too dull, much lighter than the disciples of Qingyu Temple back then. If he hadn’t experienced what he had experienced, no one would be able to distinguish it.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then pinched and washed the dirt in his hands, and returned the straw mat to its original place.

Not long after, Mo Tianze also came back from the courtyard.

Lian Qingruo saw he looked strange and couldn’t help but ask:

“How?”

Mo Tianze had a complicated expression, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead vigorously, and said helplessly:

“Yin Chai said that there is no name for this person.”

Life and death in the world have always been recorded in the book of life and death. Mo Tianze had just asked about the secret. He kept asking for instructions. It was not until the judge looked through the book of life and death that he found out that this person was not found.

In other words, he has lost his soul and will never be reincarnated again.

Mo Tianze also talked about why Yinsi was so cooperative:

“… We have also felt something strange recently. Not only here, but almost every day there are several people who forget their past. Every time someone dies, there is one less name in the book of life and death.”

This matter became a big deal.

Even if there is a war, there is no such bizarre way to die. If it causes trouble in the Ten Halls of Hell, they will all have to suffer a heavy punishment.

Therefore, the judge became anxious and went to the doctor in a hurry.

Lian Qingruo was silent.

He looked sideways at the straw mat wrapping the body, recalling the disciple’s body in his mind and comparing the two.

Could it be…that this is really a dead end?

“Dingling bell——”

Suddenly.

The tip of Lian Qingruo’s ears twitched and he raised his head sharply. The amplitude was so large that even Mo Tianze in front of him was startled:

“How did you-ho! Why did you run away?!”

Before he could finish his words, Lian Qingruo’s figure swayed and disappeared in an instant.

He jumped on the spot angrily.

As for Lian Qingruo, who was being complained about by he, he could no longer care about Mo Tianze and the corpse on the ground at this moment.

In his mind, there was only the familiar sound of bells.

The night was like thick ink, the silver moon in the sky had long been obscured by floating clouds, and no stars could be seen.

Lian Qingruo shuttled through the dark night, following the crisp ringtone, gradually getting further and further away.

The ringing leads him to a dilapidated house.

He caught a glimpse of a familiar black robe floating lightly along the decaying wooden door of the house. Then, the wooden door creaked and slowly opened in front of him.

he widened his eyes.

Gen: Stopped suddenly_(:з」∠)_I am good or bad hahaha~

Add more fuel and feed Zhuzhu to make it spicier~ (akimbo and laughing)