different devil life

At this time, the children were sent up one by one.

Some children are okay, but they look a little nervous, and some just start crying, and the adults can only comfort them again and again.

"dong dong dong dong..."

Not long after, huge drums sounded from both sides of the square, and the originally noisy square fell silent for an instant.

A middle-aged man in official uniform came on stage, looked at the dark crowd below, nodded and said: "The annual spiritual root test has begun, please be quiet for a while, so as not to disturb the masters to test the spiritual root, I understand ?"

Wang Zhong knew this person, his name was Zhou Yong, and he was the Lord of Snow White City.

With that said, Zhou Yong stepped aside, bent over and said, "Welcome Master Bai and Master Wu."

As the words fell, two men in white robes and holding scepters came up.

These two people were one tall and the other short, both with white beards, followed by a few attendants, all holding some plates in their hands, and they didn't know what was on the plates.

A group of people walked up the stairs, Zhou Yong said to the two of them separately: "Master Bai, Master Wu, shall we start now?"

It can be seen that Master Bai is tall and Master Wu is short.

"There are a lot of children today, let's start earlier."

Master Bai said.

"Yes." Zhou Yong turned his head and shouted to the crowd: "All the children who want to test their spiritual roots today, come up."

After the words fell, more than 40 children in the audience were sent to the stage one by one by the adults.

These children lined up in a row, Lin Wu and Sun Daniu stood side by side, both looking extremely scared.

"Father, who is that Master Bai and Master Wu?" Wang Zhong asked softly because Zhao Dahai hugged him.

Zhao Dahai looked around cautiously, and said in a low voice, "That's the Master Tianshi in the city. They are the ones who keep us safe. Otherwise, our Snow White City would have been occupied by evil things outside."

"Master Tianshi?" Wang Zhong thought: "Do they know how to teach?"

"Of course it will. In the past, there was a corpse demon who caused chaos on the official road outside the city, and many people died. Later, Master Bai took action to deal with the corpse demon. It cost Master Bai a lot of mana, and finally solved the corpse demon."

"Since they are so powerful, why don't they accept disciples? Everyone can learn Taoism, so everyone has the ability to protect themselves?"

Zhao Dahai was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that his son's logical ability was so strong, and he thought of the key so quickly.

After thinking for a while, he explained: "Of course they taught. Look at the group of young people in white clothes behind the two masters. They are their disciples. The two masters are not mortals, and they are also very strict in accepting disciples. Talented and weak No, only those whose spiritual roots are above the eighth level, otherwise, your father and I would have followed him to learn."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Dahai shook his head with emotion, as if he felt a little sorry for his spiritual root level 7.

At this time, the children on the stage had already stood up.

Master Bai and Master Wu stood in front of a row of children with stiff faces.

The disciples behind them also followed. Immediately afterwards, two masters took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from the trays in the hands of the disciples behind them.

Wang Zhong couldn't see what was written on the yellow talisman paper, but he could vaguely see that it was written in red.

Both of them murmured a few words, then fixed their eyes, and shouted: "Spiritual root talisman, get up!"

Chapter 107 ???? Delighted Lin Wu (recommendation ticket requested)

As the words of the two masters fell, the yellow talismans in their hands also shone with golden light.

This is not a special effect or magic, but a real appearance in front of everyone.

Wang Zhong realized that the plane he was in was much more bizarre than the previous ones.

Then the two masters took the talisman papers and walked in front of each child. Every time they passed by a child, the talisman papers in their hands would tap on their foreheads.

After tapping, a faint light cluster was left on their foreheads.

After it was done, the disciples came up one by one. Each of these disciples carried a black pot in their hands, but the pot was covered by a black cloth, so they couldn't see what was inside.

"Okay, the Spiritual Root Talisman has been activated, then put your hands into the jar in front of you, remember, don't look inside, or you will be blind, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Master Bai reminded blankly.

Then, one by one, the children walked up to the jar and put their hands in it.

The black cloth on the jar was tightly covered, leaving only a small opening, and immature little hands stretched into the jar, but there was no discomfort at all.

Some of the children wanted to move around, but they were immediately scolded by Master Bai next to them.

Everyone watched the scene on stage nervously, because everyone knew that the next step was to decide the future development of these more than 40 children.

"Om..."

Suddenly, the white light on a child's forehead gradually dissipated, leaving behind a small group of words.

"Four."

The font condensed for a while, then gradually dispersed.

"It's four, good or bad, let's go down." Master Wu said lightly.

The child turned pale and stepped off the stage in a daze.

Then his parents hugged him to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the spiritual root is level four, not too bad."

"But I won't live past forty, woo woo woo..."

Afterwards, numbers appeared on the foreheads of the children on the stage.

"My number is seven, hahaha, not bad, not bad..."

"Mine is five, hey, although I can't live to fifty, it's not bad..." Someone comforted himself.

"Mine is three, why, why is it like this..." Someone wailed, excruciatingly painful.

The number three means that he will not live to be thirty. If such a person does not have a childhood sweetheart, no one is willing to marry a short-lived person.

Wang Zhong noticed that both Sun Daniu and Lin Wu's spiritual roots were seven.

"Haha, my son Daniu is indeed endowed with a long life." Sun Daniu's father laughed out loud, extremely proud.

Lin Zhou also clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Level [-], it's level [-]. I just said that my Xiaowu is very lucky."

"Old Lin, Lao Sun, congratulations." Zhao Dahai clasped his hands and sincerely congratulated the two families.

"Haha, I will hold a banquet for my family's Daniel tonight, and everyone will come to join us." Sun Daniu's father shouted happily.

"You guys are in such a hurry, then I'll change it to tomorrow." Linzhou laughed.

Lin Wu also bouncing off the stage at this time, holding her head up happily, "It turns out that I have such a long life, and I am very happy at level five."

"You child, who doesn't want to live a few more years." Wei Yan laughed.

"But I'm old, it's so ugly, and it's boring to live for so long." Lin Wu said.

"This child is just talking nonsense, let's go, go home." Lin Zhou hugged Lin Wu happily.

The three families happily walked back. At this time, Wang Zhong noticed a rule. The fourth level is a watershed. There are many people above the fourth level.

On the contrary, there are very few people below the fourth level.

This time, there were only two boys with third-level spiritual roots, and first-level and second-level spiritual roots were extremely rare.

But there are almost no people whose spiritual roots have reached the eighth level.

Next, Sun Daniu's father set up a few tables at home to entertain the guests.

Wang Zhong suddenly felt that it was quite similar to the college entrance examination. If he did well in the college entrance examination, wouldn't it be the same to invite a few tables of relatives and friends to have fun together?

But the difference is that if the spiritual root is measured low here, it means that the life will not last long.

That night, many people came, and Wang Zhong was naturally led by Zhao Dahai and his wife.

"Congratulations, old grandson, both of your sons' spiritual roots have been measured well. Congratulations. Let's have a few more drinks tonight." Zhao Dahai yelled with a smile as soon as he passed by.

Sun Daniu's father, Sun Wu, laughed and said, "Sit with Lao Lin and have a few drinks at night."

"it is good."

As soon as he sat down, Zhao Dahai found that Lao Lin was already there, but just as he wanted to say hello, Lin Zhou quickly waved his hand to signal Zhao Dahai not to speak.

Immediately afterwards, he leaned over and said in a low voice: "Old Zhang at another table is also here, and the one next to him is his second son."

Wang Zhong also looked over. Unlike the others who were happy, only Lao Zhang and his son were not very happy at that table.

He also knew that this old Zhang was Butcher Zhang whose two sons had been tested to the second level spiritual root.

Not long ago, his eldest son died tragically, leaving only his second son. Seeing how other people's spiritual roots are so high, it's no wonder that old Zhang is happy.

"Hey, Lao Zhang's son only has a few years left to live. Hey, you seem to be healthy and healthy, so why is his life so short?" Zhao Dahai glanced over there and sighed.

While the adults were chatting, Wang Zhong walked down.

He really wanted to see what the so-called short-lived people were like.

Just when she walked over, Lin Wu appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Wang Zhong and said, "Why are you going?"

"Just walk around."

"I think you're going to the short-lived kid. Just to remind you, don't go."

"What's wrong?" Wang Zhong frowned slightly.

"Didn't you notice that there is no one sitting next to that family? It is said that short-lived people are unlucky. If you pass by, it will infect you."

Wang Zhong raised his brows, no wonder no one around Zhang's family sat down, it's a shame that this family has become a plague god.

It's just that, if he doesn't pass, he can't tell the difference between the so-called short-lived people and long-lived people. He has a vague feeling that it is impossible for a person to die for no reason without illness or disaster.

If this person died because of a short life, there must be a reason.

Since he didn't die from illness, in Wang Zhong's view, there are only two possibilities.

One: Curse.Two: The evil thing killed the person.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhong felt a shudder down his spine. If he cursed, he would curse everyone. Who could curse so hard.

As for the evil thing, it is even more strange. After so many short-lived people died, no one found the evil thing?

"Lin Wu, go play while you play, I'll just take a look."

In Wang Zhong's view, Lin Wu was just a child, so before Lin Wu could respond, he walked towards Zhang's father and son.

Zhang Yundong is a well-known butcher in the city, and his family raises a lot of cattle, pigs and sheep.

There may be too many animals killed, and there is a murderous look on his body, a smell of blood.

Although his son Zhang Liang was only seven or eight years old, he was already eating meat and drinking wine at such a young age, as if no one was around.

"Son, eat as much as you can." Zhang Yundong whispered to Zhang Liang.

"Well, the child understands."

After Zhang Liang finished speaking, he saw a four-year-old child sitting aside, which stunned him for a moment.

You know, since he was found to be short-lived, his former playmates felt as if they had encountered a plague god when they saw him. This was the first time anyone was willing to sit at a table with him.

The one who sat down was naturally Wang Zhong, he grabbed a chicken leg and ate it.

"Children, it's unlucky to sit in this seat. Your parents will scold you. Go away." Zhang Yundong said in a low voice.

"Everything that is unlucky is fake. There must be a solution to the so-called short life," Wang Zhong said.

Zhang Liang was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head speechlessly, he thought Wang Zhong was just a child who was ignorant and talking nonsense.

"Zhang Liang, if you don't mind, can you give me a pulse?"

Chapter 108????Pulse Condition (please subscribe)

Zhang Yundong and his son looked at Wang Zhong in surprise.

"You are the son of shopkeeper Zhao, how did you learn how to feel the pulse?" Zhang Yundong asked.

"That's right, I've heard about your son, so I'm very curious about the pulse of a short-lived person." Wang Zhong said calmly.

"You're a funny kid."

Zhang Yundong smiled bitterly: "But there is no need. My son has never had any disease since he was a child, and his body has always been healthy. Besides, the low level of spiritual roots is not due to his body, but his talent."