The cicadas chirped extremely noisily, the space was frozen, and Ksitigarbha's soul could not move. And Jiang Bai's voice sounded just right in the director's ears, "This is the shell shed by Han Cicada. It can be used as a substitute for death. After being frozen, I will find a way to unseal it for you. Maybe I can also take the opportunity to heal the injuries in your body. Wait, this is not an attack. Damn it. ..” Obviously, it was different from what Jiang Bai expected. The light falling on Han Chan's body is not an attack, but the transformation power of Ksitigarbha's condensed essence, a great tonic! Now it's troublesome. Originally, this sludge was used to replace death, but it was inexplicably supplemented. If it was too much, it was not a tonic, but poison! The icy blue cicada shook in the air, and fine lines appeared on its small body, as if ice cubes were cracking. The director was not affected by Han Chan, but looked at Han Chan with curious eyes. Through the fine lines, the director seemed to see something different.
His expression suddenly changed, he took out a key from his waist and opened the nearest box. This box was originally left to Jiang Bai, but now the director needs a secret treasure inside. "found it." The box was not big, and the director quickly found what he needed—a bloody candle. The candle was only as thick as a thumb and about twelve centimeters long. It had obviously been used more than once. The strangest thing was that it had no wick. "Silent Mingzhu, [Ghost-011], everyone has their own secret, shush, be careful, don't say it, they will hear it! You also want to keep your secret, right? Then you are in the right place Man! You know what we want, you know what to do, dye this candle red with blood, light it, it will cover everything... As for the price? Shh, that's another secret." The director carefully took out the candle, without hesitation, dripped blood on the top of the candle, and then lit it. The blood-stained candle began to burn, and a painful expression appeared on the director's face, as if his soul was burning. Compared with the cost of using ghost-type secret treasures, the pain is only the slightest. The director is very clear about the price to pay for using ghost-type secret treasures, and he also knows how to avoid these prices. After the director lit [Ghost-011], the small building emitted a strange red light. The red light collided with the cold air, and the candle flame flickered and might be extinguished at any time. The director suddenly felt bad, but he couldn't pay more. If he continued to burn, he would really burn himself to death. In the final analysis, he is just a palace master, not even a transcendent, and the price he can pay is limited. Nangong, be careful? Lao Hua? They might even struggle to light [Ghost-011]. The director's eyes finally fell on Ksitigarbha's soul, and without any hesitation, he walked over with the candle in hand. "offend." The director placed [Ghost-011] at the feet of Ksitigarbha's soul, and the candle flames suddenly soared, almost rising to a height of more than one meter! The expression of Ksitigarbha's soul changed for the first time. His expression was painful and distorted.
This kind of pain is not due to physical or spiritual torture, but to inner uneasiness and regret. First, he was frozen by the cold air of the cicada, and then ignited by the candlelight. After experiencing the two worlds of ice and fire in a short period of time, Ksitigarbha's eyes, which had always been confused, finally became somewhat clear-headed, and he recognized the director's abilities. "It's you?!" "it's me." "I thought you were dead." "I thought I was going to die too." The conversation between the two cannot be said to be without any nutrition, but it can only be said that it is irrelevant. Bathed in the candlelight, Ksitigarbha only had a brief period of wakefulness and said quickly, "I know the secret of the changes in the Protectorate! It's wrong! I've always been wrong! I can't make the same mistake again and again!" "The secret is..." Just as he was about to speak, the candlelight of [Ghost-011] flickered again. The secret was kept silent. The director used [Ghost-011] to cover up Han Chan's secrets, but he had no choice but to use Ksitigarbha's soul as fuel. The ignited Ksitigarbha regained consciousness and wanted to tell the director the key to breaking the situation, but was killed by [Ghost] again. -011】Block. Once the director is extinguished [Ghost-011], Ksitigarbha cannot stay awake and naturally cannot tell the secret. For a time, the two fell into an endless loop with no solution! The director and Ksitigarbha could only look at each other speechlessly. Ji Zang sighed softly and clasped his hands together, "I'm causing trouble for you." Obviously, he already knew what he had done during this period, but he was unable to make any amends. When the candlelight disappears, he will lose his mind again. All of this was the price paid for guarding the Forbidden Land of Death. Compared with twenty-one years of peace, he felt that everything he had experienced was worth it. I just caused trouble for others and needed others to clean up the mess. I felt guilty. "No trouble." The director held a red candle in one hand and scratched his head with the other, and said with some embarrassment, "Shall I read you a piece of Ksitigarbha Sutra for meditation?" "never mind." Ksitigarbha shook his head and asked, "Don't you ever bully a young man into being poor?" He has listened to the Ksitigarbha Sutra too much, but now that the opportunity is short, he still likes to listen to it for fun.
The director scratched his head, "I don't have it here, Nangong Xiao should have it there." Jizo shook his head, "Forget it, no more trouble." "No trouble." "good." Ksitigarbha nodded and rarely said a few more words. "When I see a boy as a boy, as a flower as a flower, as I see a Buddha as a Buddha, I see that you are still like a boy when you return, so I naturally have infinite yearning in my heart, so I recall the youth, and inexplicably think of this book. I just hate that I am not good at playing chess, and I am still a little short of a chess player. , to end up like this, it’s ridiculous, I’ve caused you trouble.” Ksitigarbha seemed to have something in his words, but the director just wrote down his words without thinking much about it. If he guesses the secret, he can easily be influenced by [Ghost-011] and take the secret away again. No matter what the answer to Ksitigarbha's mystery is, now is not the time to solve it. Soon, Nangong Xingxin was called upstairs. Seeing the weird scene in the venue, he was already used to it. At the request of the director, Nangong Xingxin took out Mo Qi Young Poor and began to recite: "fight..." This cycle did not last long, because the cracks on Han Chan's body slowly healed, the cold air also converged, and the strength had to be put away [Ghost-011]. If [Ghost-011] is allowed to burn, the consequences will be disastrous, no less than a world-destroying disaster. Ghost-type secret treasures are double-edged swords, let alone such a high-ranking secret treasure. The price of losing control is unbearable. Nangong stopped carefully and stepped aside. The director and Ksitigarbha exchanged glances and looked at each other in silence. The other party nodded slightly, and the director blew out the red candle. The moment [Ghost-011] went out, there was no resistance from the candle, and endless cold air surged up, freezing Ksitigarbha. Ksitigarbha closed his eyes, without any resistance, and slowly raised his hand. In the end, he turned into an ice sculpture, and his soul was completely frozen, no longer a threat. Jizo's hand pointed at a mirror.