That young man's home, or maybe it used to belong to the home of the Demon Venerable Sheng.

The door to that courtyard was closed.

It is said to be a door, but it is just a dilapidated board that is not up to the waist.

Qiyu slammed the door twice, shouted a few more times, and there was still no one.

Bang, the sound was very soft, it was the door next door that was pushed open, but no one came out, Qiyu and Scarlet Glass wanted to approach, and the door closed with a "snap".

Qi Yu lightly buckled a few times and said, "Excuse me, let's find the person who lives next door." ”

No one answered.

After a while, the door quietly opened.

There is a probe poking out the little head of the brain, revealing a small bun tied up.

It was a child.

The child seemed a little shy, but he always leaned over and showed his face for a long time, and some thin little hands were clenching the door.

Scarlet had seen the child.

At that time, he was holding a sugar gourd, and his pure eyes looked at the blood-stained world with ignorant and dazed eyes.

She subconsciously tugged on the Seven Delusions.

Qiyu raised his eyes, a little stunned, but the child was startled, and then stared at Qiyu's eyes with some curiosity, his eyes were clear and there was no fear and disgust.

Qiyu immediately lowered his head, his long hair covered his reddened eyes, and the dark tide in his eyes became more and more surging.

The little hand pinched the edge of the door and closed again, and there was no sound inside.

"Someone is coming!"

It's Luo Sheng.

He came back with a basket on his back and an old man in his arms.

Seven deliriums and scarlet glass immediately became solemn, at this point in time! They wanted to stop it, but they found that the hands of the two of them reached out and penetrated the boy directly.

They are not visible to those who come and go.

The voice of the young man in the robe sounded again, and it seemed vague and mysterious through time and space. "This is the depths of his memory, you can only change and reverse certain situations, these are inevitable histories, you can't change them. ”

Seven deliriums and scarlet glass can only continue to watch eagerly and helplessly.

Luo Sheng stood outside the door and shouted a few times, but no one answered. The door was locked from the outside, and Luo Sheng thought that his sister was going out, so he removed the door valve and entered the courtyard. Lao Langzhong followed.

It's quiet, it's so quiet.

Luo Sheng's grandfather fell to the ground, his face bruised, his eyes staring straight at him, and his tree-like hands tugging at his placket.

"Grandpa!"

"Hurry, hurry, save my grandfather!" Luo Sheng hugged his grandfather, and the old man was pulled by him and stumbled, and he was also in a hurry to check his pulse.

Luo Sheng didn't have time to ask anything else, so he hurriedly rushed to the open room, but it was late, and his sister was hanging from the beam.

He let her go helplessly, trembling to touch her snort. Nothing. And Lao Langzhong also shook his head and told him with pity that his grandfather went.

No, no, no, grandpa, my sister is not dead, grandpa's illness is almost cured, he went up the mountain today, and he also picked ginseng, sister, she is also about to get married, she is still embroidering her wedding dress in the morning, everything is moving in a good direction.

How could it be, how could it be that he died? It's all a lie, isn't it? He pushed Lao Langzhong and stuffed the ginseng to Lao Langzhong, he didn't want it, he must have misdiagnosed. "I'll give you all the ginseng, look at it again, you're lying to me, right?" Luo Sheng grabbed Lang Zhong, eagerly, with a broken light in his eyes.

Lang Zhong couldn't bear it, put his hand on the old man's arm again, and shook his head again. There is no resurrection from the dead.

Luo Sheng still didn't believe it, and unreasonably asked him to re-diagnose, grandpa and they just fell asleep. He pleaded, refusing to believe it, but he had already wept with tears on his face.

Lao Langzhong became more and more pitiful, but he could only shake his head, he wanted to persuade Luo Sheng, but when he looked at his eyes, he felt a deep fear, and the young man was stunned.

Lao Langzhong finally left.

Luo Sheng sat in a daze, and after a long time, he seemed to wake up, got up and picked up his grandfather, put him on the couch, and his sister, he changed his sister into clean clothes, "My sister loves to be clean." He read the words.

Then he went out.

They knew he was going to find the man. They had just seen the golden wrench he was holding in his hand, and it was about to crush with great force. It fell from his grandfather's hands.

It was the man, and he had seen the man.

He took a knife from the kitchen and shoved it to his chest.

"Seven delusions, he's going to kill people! We have to stop him quickly!" Scarlet Glass grabbed the hand of the seven delusions, but this was still not a key historical node, and they still couldn't change anything.

The man lived not far away, and he staggered along, drunk. He had a disgusting smile on his meaty face. "Bang" fell to the ground, he crawled a few times and didn't get up, just fell there, drunk like mud.

Luo Sheng rushed over at once, and he slashed at his neck with a knife, but he stopped again.

Seven deliriums and Scarlet Glass stared at the knife without blinking, both a little nervous.

Was he scared? No, wasn't he.

He shouldn't have been cheapened like this.

Luo Sheng tore off the drunkard's coat and put it in his mouth, tied it tightly with strips of cloth to prevent him from making a sound, and tied his hands and feet tightly. Then Luo Sheng calmly chopped off his hands and feet, dragging him away, he was very heavy, and in a few steps, the thin young man was covered with sweat.

The drunk man was not unconscious, he woke up in pain, but he couldn't move, he shook his head desperately, whined, his eyes were like brass bells, and the horizontal flesh on his face trembled.

There were trails of blood trailing on the ground.

Soon he was outside the courtyard, and he wanted to drag him in, but his sister and they must not want to see him, so he shook his head and retreated.

He's going to kill him.

He held the knife and looked into the man's frightened eyes, and he wanted to laugh a little, "Why?" His voice was soft, a little hoarse, with the youthfulness of a teenager.

He didn't remove the cloth from the drunkard's mouth, he didn't need him to answer, he just whispered, "My sister is about to get married, and my grandfather's illness is about to be cured, why? Why do you want to destroy my family?" His voice was calm, just narrated, not sad, as if he was more sad than dead.

The knife was slashed at the drunkard's chest, and the drunkard snorted, frightened, and incontinent.

It's disgusting.

That face is disgusting. My sister probably doesn't want to see it. He gouged out his eye and stomped on it again

The drunk struggled violently in pain, and the fat body that was tied up could not move greatly at all, and trembled like a mess of meat.

Luo Sheng admired his pain. After a while, he finally raised his knife and aimed it at the drunk.

But it all seemed to freeze.

The knife did not fall, and the drunkard's voice could not be heard. Seven deliriums were suddenly able to move again.

Kill him! Kill him!

A shrill voice shouted in his head.

Stunned, Qiyu nodded in response to the voice, and his hand swung down vigorously, with so much strength that it even hurt his palm.

But what is that? What is it in your hand?

Hurry!

The voice became more and more urgent, and the harshness became more and more harsh, and the hatred carved into the bones was so cold that the blood of the Seven Delusions was about to coagulate.

No! Seven deliriums tried to block out the voices, looking down at their palms.

It's a knife!

Seven deliriums turned around, and the scarlet face in a pink Confucian skirt looked at him eagerly and pityingly, and the same was true of the "Seven Deliriums" next to him, no, that wasn't him!

The corners of the mouth of the "Seven Delusions" hooked a strange smile, evil and bewitching, his lips opened and closed, allowing the Seven Deliriums to clearly identify: "Stupid people." ”

"Flutter" is the sound of a knife cutting into the flesh!

Blood stained the palms of the hands!

He killed!

It was as if the floodgates had been opened all of a sudden, and red filled the mind, encroaching on reason, and there was no room for it.

The consciousness of the seven delusions began to dissipate.

In an instant, the smile of the young man in the robe flashed through his mind.