Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 312 The Secret of the Spirit of Luck

These calm words hit Du Fang's heart like a huge storm.

It turned out that since the nightmarish night when he was seven years old, the Ghost Emperor's personal magical object had found him and brought countless misfortunes to his family. His relatives, brothers, and the entire village died tragically.

He wandered for half his life and embarked on the path of Buddhism for revenge.

The culprit of everything turned out to be a spirit of luck.

After that, the so-called self was favored by the immortals and became the immortal body of this life.

It’s all thanks to the dead rat in my arms.

But he still didn't want to believe it, and asked in a trembling voice: "You, you are all lying!"

The little girl snorted coldly and tapped his brow with her finger.

Du Fang suddenly felt cold all over, but his eyebrows were burning hot. He saw a flame-colored lotus slowly floating out from between his eyebrows.

The girl stretched out her hand and something like a green stream of light slowly merged into the holy fire red lotus, and an astonishing scene began to happen.

An ancient and mysterious power slowly began to ripple out from the lotus.

Both of them could almost see the energy ripples slowly fluctuating.

Is this the real magic weapon?

Is this the magical object that the Ghost Emperor uses to attain enlightenment?

Bai Zhi's eyes flashed with envy.

It was at this moment that the mouse Wang Er in his arms was suddenly awakened by a mysterious force.

Suddenly popped out.

But the little girl's hand was faster. It was like lightning. She caught the mouse before it even hit the ground. A gentle look immediately appeared on her face.

"Ling'er, after more than a thousand years, you have finally completed the mission entrusted to you by His Majesty!"

The little girl's expression was very cute and gentle, but the movements of her hands were not gentle at all, and even a little cruel.

She held the ordinary mouse in her small hands and released it into the blue flames.

The flames burned the mouse, and it squeaked in pain several times, struggling desperately. Du Fang couldn't bear to watch and reached out to stop it, saying:

"Little girl, there's no need to be so cruel!"

Suddenly, this mouse with ordinary fur suddenly began to glow purple.

Amidst the fluorescent light, a pure gold coffin appeared.

When the coffin appeared, Du Fang immediately found that he could not move his body.

A very familiar feeling of fear swept over his body. He glanced sideways and found that Bai Zhi was the same as him. Except for her eyes, her entire body seemed to be under some strange immobilization spell.

And what's even more terrifying is the feeling.

The unforgettable feeling of being seven years old that night.

The flying coffin and purple flowers were suspended above the gradually enlarging golden coffin.

Even the little girl's hand holding the Holy Fire Red Lotus slowly began to melt, and everything in front of her began to distort and turn into something like crooked silk threads.

Du Fang wanted to scream out in fear, but found that his voice was hoarse. He wanted to run, but his legs were stiff.

He could only keep his eyes open and feel the unforgettable pain.

In his wide-open pupils,

This time the golden coffin did not jump away, but slowly unfolded.

A flower shining with purple fluorescence, dazzling, pure and beautiful, stands on the golden coffin.

But this time, the coffin did not begin to melt as the colors became brighter.

As if she could sense the emotions in his heart, even though the little girl's arms were almost welded to the red lotus, her voice was still full of excitement, like the feeling of a harvest that had been waiting for a thousand years and was finally about to ripen.

She spoke softly, as if in a prayer:

"If you want to inherit His Majesty's power, you must endure the pain she has experienced. I have waited for you for over a thousand years, and finally my wait has come!"

She just raised her little hand slightly, and then Du Fang's body floated into the golden coffin as if involuntarily.

The coffin was not empty, but inside, there was a layer of rippling dead black liquid, with a faint floral fragrance and a faint fishy stench.

As his body was gradually submerged in the liquid, only one sentence remained in Du Fang's mind:

"It's over, my life is going to end here!"

Outside the golden coffin, when Du Fang was placed inside, Bai Zhi suddenly realized that her body could move again. Her face was filled with rage, and she immediately rushed forward, shouting:

"Evil spirit, what are you going to do to him?"

The little girl didn't even look at her, but just placed the Holy Fire Red Lotus on the coffin.

The firework with blue light was just hanging there.

The little girl just pointed casually, and Bai Zhi's body immediately flew out.

But this time, this hidden and powerful evil spirit did not seem to want her life. It controlled its strength very well and just whispered:

"You are the distinguished guest invited by our clan's Holy Envoy, so stay here and stay. Tonight you are the audience. After watching this show, I will send you both out!"

This sentence is very effective.

Perhaps realizing the disparity in power between the two sides, Bai Zhi nodded resignedly, but asked, "I'm the audience, so who's the actor? You? Or the former Underworld Emperor?"

The girl said nothing, but just glanced at the coffin.

At first glance, Bai Zhi immediately understood that Du Fang in the coffin was the protagonist.

Tonight he will perform a show for the countless mummified ghosts in this town.

But she really couldn't understand how Du Fang acted in the coffin.

Just as she was frowning and thinking, a stool came from nowhere, picked her up, and floated towards the ancestral hall in the center of the town.

There is a stage there.

The stage is very small and is located in front of the ancestral hall. It is built very simply, just like a very ordinary town. Where there is a stage, there must be a troupe.

But when Bai Zhi looked, she saw that there was almost nothing on the stage except the white cloth.

The entire platform was empty, not even a ghost, let alone a human figure.

What makes her creepy is not only on stage, but also off stage.

Around her, there were densely packed rotting corpses and mummies with broken limbs and heads missing. The strong stench of corpses made her feel uncomfortable.

These empty eyes with heads stared blankly at the stage, as if they could see the play on the stage.

Bai Zhi didn't wait long.

The little girl led the coffin and placed it on the stage.

Suddenly, the sound of a clapper rang in my ears.

In the silent night, as soon as the coffin landed on the stage, it was like a switch, and the white curtain was automatically drawn.

The little girl landed gently beside Bai Zhi, with a sweet smile on her face:

"Okay, let's watch the show!"

"What kind of play is this? Does it have a song?"

Bai Zhi's emotions seemed to blend in as well, as if she vaguely knew something, or as if she had already accepted the result.

"Have!"

"Act One, Marrow Cleansing!"

"Act 2, Bone Stripping!"

"Act Three, Soul Refining!"