Shenhaozhi counterattacked from picking up the treasure box

Ye Feng followed Zhamu through the door curtain and entered the inner room. He saw a chubby little boy lying on the fire bed, covered with a thick quilt. It was Zhamu's precious grandson Zhata.

Za'tar's eyes were closed tightly, his face was ashen, as if he was very cold, and he was shaking from time to time.

"This is a sign that the soul is slowly dissipating."

There was a voice coming from behind, it was the village doctor.

It is a common habit of people to watch the excitement. The villagers at the door poured in, blocking the door and stretching their necks. Those who could not get in would lie on the windows outside and look in.

The hotel owner whispered in Ye Feng's ear: "Brother, if we can't save him, we will lose a lot of face!"

Ye Feng cared about face, but he cared more about this life. He stepped forward and lifted the thick quilt from Zata's body.

Zata's grandma was wiping tears at the side when she saw a strange young man lifting the quilt from her grandson. She was about to stop him, but saw her wife standing aside and making no move, and then she also looked at Ye Feng eagerly.

Ye Feng took off his backpack, pretended to take something from it, then opened the system inventory and took out the soul-inducing incense inside.

This incense stick is five inches long, with a slender bamboo stick at the end, covered with gold powder, and is no different from the incense used to worship gods and Buddhas.

Ye Feng asked: "Is there an incense burner?"

Zata's grandmother hurriedly said: "Yes."

After saying that, he ran to the outhouse and took out a spare three-legged incense burner from under the Buddhist niche.

Ye Feng took out a lighter, lit the soul-inducing incense, and then inserted it into the incense burner.

What happened next was a magical scene.

The burning soul-inducing incense emits smoke like threads, which condenses but never disperses. It hovers above Za'tar's head for a few seconds, and then flies out the window.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the windows were closed tightly, and the soul-inducing incense stopped when it reached the window.

"Open the window!"

Ye Feng issued an order.

This magical scene of Yinhunxiang completely shocked everyone present. Only after Ye Feng yelled did everyone come back to their senses.

"Open the window quickly!"

Zhamu shouted hurriedly, and his wife responded and hurriedly climbed onto the fire bed.

As soon as the window was opened a crack, the soul-inducing incense wormed its way out like a tiny snake, formed a ring outside the courtyard, and floated to the north.

It was noon, and smoke was curling up over Muyituo Village. In the north wind, all the smoke was drifting to the southeast. Only the smoke that attracted the soul and was condensed but not dispersed, like hair, drifted to the northwest against the wind. That

The edge is exactly in the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

All the villagers in the house ran out, looked up at the magical scene, and uttered exclamations of amazement.

“In all my life, this is the first time I’ve seen smoke that won’t dissipate!”

"What kind of magic weapon is this? It seems that this young man is really an expert!"

"Little Zata can be saved, and the old Zamu family will not be extinct!"

The village doctor also looked surprised and looked at Ye Feng again, his eyes turning into awe.

When Lao Zhamu looked at Ye Feng, he had the same respect on his face. Not to mention whether he could save his grandson, he was convinced by the fact that the smoke did not dissipate.

As time passed, more than half of the soul-inducing incense was quickly burned, but little Zata still showed no sign of returning to his soul.

"Maybe it's too far away."

Ye Feng said this. This was the first time he used the soul-inducing incense. He didn't know if it worked. The village doctor said that little Zata's soul was about to dissipate. Even if the soul-inducing incense could be found, it would take two days to bring it back.

explain.

Everyone nodded. Xiao Zhata fell into a coma at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. Muyituo is dozens of kilometers away from the foot of Kunlun Mountain, and it takes more than half an hour to drive.

"Wait a little longer."

Lao Zhamu rubbed his wrinkled face. Although he said he was not in a hurry, he was feeling anxious in his heart.

The five-inch long soul-inducing incense quickly burned four and a half inches, while the smoke was still drifting outward.

Everyone couldn't sit still. If the incense burns out, does it mean that little Za'tar's soul will not come back?

People looked at Ye Feng and asked him questions, and Ye Feng's heart began to beat.

At this moment, the half-inch of soul-inducing incense left suddenly trembled, and the threads of smoke that drifted out instantly tightened, like a straightened rope.

"There's a reaction!" the hotel owner shouted at the first moment, and everyone's hearts were lifted.

As the smoke thread tightened, the soul-inducing incense gradually bent, and the very thin bamboo stick almost bent to a ninety degree angle.

"Squeak..."

The bamboo stick suddenly broke. Ye Feng, with quick eyes and quick hands, rushed over and grabbed the broken bamboo stick in his hand.

A huge tug came, and Ye Feng, who weighed more than 100 kilograms, was dragged towards the window.

Everyone was shocked. The thread turned into smoke could actually pull an adult away, which completely subverted their views.

"Don't be stupid! Come over and help!"

Ye Feng has vibranium venom to protect his body, and his strength and speed are increased by 30%, but he still cannot pull the bamboo stick alone, which shows how powerful the other end is.

Ye Feng shouted, and everyone recovered from the shock. Lao Zhamu was the first to react.

Although he is in his seventies, he has been traveling on the Kunlun Mountains for many years, and his physical fitness is comparable to that of a young man.

He suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Ye Feng's ankles with his iron-like hands.

At the same time, the hotel owner and the village doctor also rushed over and hugged Lao Zhamu's waist.

The villagers who were watching the excitement also rushed in to help, hugging Lao Zhamu, pulling Ye Feng's belt, and shouting slogans like a tug-of-war.

Dozens of people worked together to pull back. Half of Ye Feng's body was hanging in the air, and the thin and flexible smoke threads were entangled in his flesh. If it were not protected by the vibranium venom, his fingers would have been broken.

Ye Feng gritted his teeth and held the smoke thread in his hands, praying in his heart that little Zata's soul would come back soon.

At this moment, the soul-inducing incense in Ye Feng's hand burned out, and the strands of smoke instantly dissipated into the air.

Everyone was caught off guard and fell to the ground with an ouch. Ye Feng fell directly onto the fire bed.

Lao Zhamu got up from the ground and looked at his grandson who was motionless on the kang, not even twitching anymore.

"Little Za'tar? Little Za'tar!"

Lao Zhamu walked to the bedside with his leaden legs. He stretched out his trembling hand to test his grandson's breath. He found that he was no longer breathing.

Lao Zhamu's body trembled, and his whole body looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.

"Za'tar!"

The shrill cries echoed through the room, and Za'tar's mother threw herself on the bed like crazy, wailing loudly.

Everyone saw this scene and lowered their heads in silence. If it was Lao Zhamu who died, maybe everyone wouldn't be so sad.

But little Jamu was still a child, and his future had unlimited possibilities. It was such a pity that he lost his life at such a young age.

The innkeeper sighed, shook his head and turned to leave.

"My condolences!" The village doctor stepped forward and patted Lao Zhamu on the shoulder, then turned around and patted Ye Feng on the shoulder: "Don't be sad, you have tried your best."

Lao Zhamu's family was immersed in the grief of losing their child, and the aftermath was handled by a respected old man in the village.

The child is too young and the parents are still alive, so the funeral will not be a big deal and everything will be kept simple.

While everyone was discussing how to organize the funeral, a dark wind blew in from the open window.

This sinister wind was colder than the northwest wind, making everyone shiver.

The dark wind only lasted for a few seconds before dissipating, and then a voice sounded.

"Mom...grandpa...grandma...why are you all crying?"

A milky sound reached everyone's ears. Everyone looked around and saw little Zata lying on the bed, unexpectedly waking up.

"Alive! Little Za'tar is alive!"

"Oh my God! It's incredible!"

"Give me a hand. The miracle I saw today is something I have never seen in half my life!"

Seeing her son come back to life, little Zata's mother cried with joy.

A flower bloomed on Lao Zhamu's wrinkled face. The sky has eyes and our family will never be extinct!

Ye Feng, who had been silent all this time, breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the soul-drawing incense really worked. It should be that the soul came back a little late with the soul-drawing incense.

No matter what, little Zata finally woke up.

Lao Zhamu quietly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said in a stern tone: "Little Zhata, promise grandpa not to run around anymore!"

Little Za'tar nodded obediently.

"I promise I will never run around in the future."

"Little Za'tar is so good, let grandpa hug him."

After saying this, Lao Zhamu stretched out his hands as dry as old tree bark and hugged little Zhata.

Suddenly, little Zata stretched out his hand and grabbed Lao Zhamu's wrist. His innocent eyes were now filled with Yin Falcon's gaze.

"Old guy, get your dirty hands off!"

The originally milky voice became sharp and harsh during the second lesson, like a sharp object scratching across the glass, giving everyone present goosebumps.

"My dear grandson, what's wrong with you?"

"Bah! Who is your grandson!"

Lao Zhamu stepped forward, but was pushed hard by Xiao Zhata.

Lao Zhamu never expected that his sweet grandson, who had just been weaned for a few months, would be as strong as an adult. He was caught off guard, staggered back and sat on the ground.

Lao Zhamu looked stunned, wondering why his grandson's temperament suddenly changed and his voice also changed its tone.

"Little Za'tar, I'm grandpa! Why don't you recognize me?"

Lao Zhamu thought that his grandson had just come back to life and was still a little confused and not angry, so he hurriedly got up from the ground and approached his grandson again.

"Don't go there!"

Old Zhamu village doctor grabbed him and looked at little Zhata sitting on the kang with a gloomy face. His eyes were white and swollen, but his eyes were few and dark.

"He is not your grandson now. His body is occupied by another soul! This is two souls in one body!"