"Please play with it, you can absorb the spiritual energy inside at any time." Guan Heng asked, "Brother, are you okay?"

"Thank you for your help, brother. I admire you for your great archery skills." After hearing the middle-aged man's sincere praise, Guan Heng smiled and said, "Brother, is Mr. Zhu Wang?"

"Huh?" The middle-aged man Zhu Wang couldn't help but be stunned: "How do you know my name?"

"That's right." Qing Huang rushed to say, "My brother wants to ask you to make a small drum..." Then, Guan Heng, Qing Huang and the man Zhu Wang walked towards his residence while talking about their purpose. When they arrived at the hut where Zhu Wang lived, they all explained it clearly.

"Oh, so that's it." Zhu Wang nodded: "Okay, although I haven't made drums in several years, my skills have never been put down. If you don't dislike me, I will help you."

Speaking of this, he reached out and knocked on the door of the hut: "Xiaoqian, open the door, Dad is back."

"Yes, is it daddy? Here comes..." The other party's answer in the room was as thin as a mosquito sound. Then, Guan Heng and the others heard the sound of chains mopping the floor, and the door creaked open.

When they saw the child named "Xiaoqian", Guan Heng and Qing Huang were shocked at the same time, because the other party's appearance was so miserable that the two of them couldn't help but stand on their hair.

Xiao Qian looks like he is eleven or twelve years old, about the same age as Qing Huang now, but he is much thinner, almost skinny and bony, like a living monkey. Although he is wearing clothes, his weak skeleton cannot be supported at all.

The most important thing is that the child was tied with a thick copper chain on his feet, and one end was firmly fixed to the 100-pound stone at the end of the house.

Zhu Wang whispered in a low voice: "This is my son Xiaoqian. Don't be surprised. I had no choice but to tie him up." Speaking of this, he had already taken off his pocket on his back, took out a whole piece of Poria cocos from it and handed it over: "Child, eat it."

When Xiaoqian saw this thing, he immediately swept away his weak appearance just now, grabbed it and started chewing it. He completely ignored the floating mud on it, and looked like he was hungry. He looked at Guan Heng and Qing Huang frowned secretly.

Seeing his son taking a large piece of Poria cocos after taking a few steps, Zhu Wang took out Hewu, Ganoderma lucidum, Polygonatum and other medicinal materials from his pocket and handed them over one by one. Xiao Qian took it faster and faster, and the more he ate it, suddenly, Zhu Wang reached out and took it empty, and it turned out that there was nothing in the cloth bag.

"Sorry, there are only these today. Dad will go tomorrow..." Before Zhu Wang finished saying this, the skinny Xiaoqian suddenly started to scream: "Uhhhhh-I want to eat, I still want to eat!"

"Xiaoqian, you can bear it first." Zhu Wang, a man seven feet tall, suddenly hugged his son with tears in his eyes and shouted: "It's useless, it's useless."

"Uh uh uh uh!" The skinny child screamed, and even opened his mouth and bit Zhu Wang's shoulder with white teeth, and started to tear it hard.

"Ah!" Seeing this scene, Qing Huang's flower was fading and Guan Heng was about to pass by. Zhu Wang hurriedly endured the pain and shouted: "Little brother, don't come over. This child will become like this. It's all caused by me. Let him bite it. As long as he bites a few bites, he will naturally stop."

As he spoke, Xiaoqian bit off two large pieces of flesh on Zhu Wang's shoulder and immediately chewed it for a few chews and swallowed it. Qinghuang hurriedly closed her eyes and turned her head, not wanting to look at it anymore.

Blood kept falling to the ground, and Zhu Wang was so painful that he almost fainted, but Xiaoqian seemed to not want to stop. The next moment, the child suddenly opened his mouth and bit the other person's neck and throat. Guan Heng was really anxious this time, because if he didn't stop him, Zhu Wang would be dead.

"Hu——" In an instant, he moved to the father and son. Guan Heng gently waved his palm and slapped Xiao Qian's forehead. The other party immediately fainted. Guan Heng held Zhu Wang's other hand on Zhu Wang's shoulder, and the two ointments in his palm immediately helped him stop the blood.

"Don't, thank you little brother." Zhu Wang gritted his teeth and said these words, and finally fell to the ground.

Qing Huang helped to support Xiao Qian in a coma, put him on the bed, and then asked, "Uncle, what's going on?"

Zhu Wang replied panting: "Oh, this starts when I was still living in Yangcheng..."

It turned out that Zhu Wang was a famous drum craftsman in Yangcheng. He lived with his wife and son in the west of Yangcheng. Although the family was not rich, they lived a happy life without worries about food and clothing.

One day five years ago, a guest who came from the ancient Taotang Kingdom from afar asked Zhu Wang to make fifty "beast-faced drums" and said that he wanted to get his tribe back as a ritual supplies, which was very important.

Zhu Wang is a serious worker and pays attention to excellence. The customer also came here to pay attention and took out a thousand gold coins as a reward. That was the sum of Zhu Wang's hard work over the past ten years, so he worked harder to make beast-faced drums.

However, the appearance style of the drum provided by the guest was extremely complex. No matter how hard Zhu Wang worked day and night, it would take him more than a month to complete it. But in the last few days, a major event happened to his family.

Zhu Wang's wife lives in the suburbs. In order not to disturb her husband's work, she took her children back to her parents' home. Who knew that the remote and deserted village happened to be invaded by a large number of evil ghosts, and none of the more than a hundred villagers were spared from being swallowed by ghosts. Zhu's wife hid the child in the wooden cabinet and blocked it with her own body to protect...

When Zhu Wang heard the news, he rushed to his wife's small village, Zhu's wife had been eaten by evil ghosts and left only half of her body, but Xiaoqian, who was hidden in the wooden cabinet, was safe and sound.

The rage and pain made Zhu Wang fall into madness and despair. He tied Xiaoqian to his back with a rope, chased ghosts everywhere with weapons, and was about to avenge his tragic death wife. Time flew, and two years passed in the blink of an eye.

Because he was only thinking about hunting ghosts, Zhu Wang rarely took care of his son. He did not notice that the more ghosts he attacked, the thinner and haggard Xiaoqian became, and finally he was only a handful of bones left.

At this time, Zhu Wang felt something was wrong. Gao Fu, the leader of the witch clan of Guishan, passed by Zhuofeng Gorge where their father and son temporarily lived. When he saw Xiaoqian's appearance, Gao Fu just sighed repeatedly. He told the other party that Xiaoqian had a rare "ghost disease".

Generally, young children should not come into contact with too many ghosts. The spiritual energy that children have is weak and pure will automatically absorb ghost energy into their bodies. Over time, they will not only become weaker and weaker, but will also become violent and bloodthirsty as they grow older.

Regarding this kind of ghost disease, Gao Fu's opinion is to directly use external forces to refine the ghost energy in the child's body to restore his vitality, but this move is in certain danger.
Chapter completed!