"I remember when I was a kid, my dad used to do handicrafts, and my toys weren't bought in the store before I went to school because the family didn't have the money.

My father once made me a rough sword, made of wood, which is quite rudimentary when I think about it now. But I loved it and played with it for a day. Sitting in the patio after eating, the sunset outside reflected the whole sky, and my father, who has always been not good at words, suddenly said: "Shan'er, what do you want to do when you grow up?"

I waved the wooden sword and shouted like a hero: "I just want to be a martial arts master, drink, ha......"

The father smoked a cigarette, smiled and said, "It's good, but it's hard to be a hero." ”

"Of course, in the future, I will find a master with strong martial arts skills to learn skills, and only after learning skills can I become a hero!"

I said with a smile.

He touched my head and whispered, "It's not that you can become a hero if you learn martial arts, but that an upright person can be a hero." ”

"Dad, what kind of integrity does it look like?"

I asked curiously.

"It's up to you to grow up and learn by yourself, but people who kill people and bully others casually are definitely not honest people. Okay, hurry up and eat, it's cold. ”

My dad would rarely say such things to me, and he was not educated enough to speak the truth. But some of the words still feel right when I think about it now.

"No matter how much you have suffered in your life, it has not given you the power to kill people at will!"

At the same time as I said this, the ghost of the Van Luo had already entered the room, and as soon as the words fell, I shook my hand, and a patch of blood spilled from my palm, which splattered on the wall. The red cinnabar painted on the walls was activated by my blood, and the whole wall was covered with Buddhist great compassion mantras, and at this moment these cinnabars bloomed with a strong red light, reaching out to grab my martyr baby, who was the first to be affected, lowered his head, and roared angrily and spewed a large amount of black water from his mouth. His body twitched spasmodically and he fell to the ground, looking desperately at the Brahman. In the end, I inserted it into the head with a Tushan knife.

Wiping the blood foam from his mouth, he endured the pain in his body, stood up straight, and looked at the Brahma ghost in front of him.

"Now it's all left for us to be one-on-one, come on!"

I snorted.

Looking at the corpses of the two infantils on the ground, the ghost was furious, slowly raised his hand, and the yin qi released blew across the wall, erasing the Great Compassion Mantra I had written on the wall layer by layer.

After all, I am not an enlightened monk, and the scriptures I write do not have strong mana. The cinnabar peeled off along with the walls, and the whole cell shook. I raised my Tushan knife and rushed towards the ghost. But as soon as I was halfway through, my body was entangled in yin qi, and then the van ghost fell in front of me in a flash, reached out and grabbed my neck, and lifted me up from the ground.

"You...... Mortal...... Damn ......"

It spoke vaguely in a language that I could understand, and when the resentment reached a certain level, the demons could also speak human words, and they broke through the boundaries of language because of their resentment, which also showed how powerful the Brahmanic demons were.

I could barely breathe, and I raised the Tushan knife and was about to cut it down, but I didn't expect the ghost claws on the hand of the Van Luo ghost to pierce the skin on my neck at once, and then layers of yin qi passed down its nails into my body. This is not the fastest way to kill me, when I am killed by Yin Qi, I will most likely become a demon after death, and it controls my corpse, and I will not escape its clutches when I die.

This guy is trying to enslave me when I'm dead!

"Let it go!"

I raised the Tushan knife and slashed heavily at the hand of the Fanluo ghost, and the Tushan knife that had been blessed with the mana of the old witch immediately cut off the hand of the Fanluo ghost, and the Fanluo ghost screamed and retreated, and I didn't have time to rest and raise my feet to rush towards the Fanluo ghost. The beast bone dagger spilled out with the coins of the Motanist sect and put it around the neck of the Van Luo ghost. This is the way I used to deal with the feathered ghosts, and it stands to reason that it should also be effective against the Brahmana ghosts!

The Van Luo ghost who was trapped around his neck by this string of demons and evil spirits struggled desperately, but as soon as he reached out and touched the beast bone dagger, he immediately withdrew his hand painfully, and the ghost claws were restrained by the power of warding off evil spirits, and when he touched the palm of his hand, it would burn and smoke.

I took a breath, coughed up all the black smoke, and then took out the bell given by Senior Han and shook it violently, the third power of the bell to ward off evil made the Van Luo ghost feel painful. It covered its face, and the yin energy on its body poured out uncontrollably.

These two words popped into my mind, don't look at it as a Brahmanic ghost who is difficult to deal with in history, but I am fully prepared today and will definitely be able to submit it. Slowly approaching the Van Luo ghost, and when I got closer, I was able to use the Tushan knife to get this thing.

But the moment I walked in front of it, the accident suddenly broke out.

"Ah......h

The Van Ross raised his hands and roared furiously, and then a terrible black wind burst out of his body, sweeping through the cell and knocking me away.

I slammed into the wall again, fell to the ground and spat out several mouthfuls of blood, and looked back at the Brahman, only to see that the Beast Bone Dagger and the Motanist coins I had on its neck were all shattered, and the coins were scattered all over the ground, and the Beast Bone Dagger flew into the corner.

The collar on the beast has been broken, and the Vanluo ghost is completely out of control! Full of hatred for me, this time it doesn't want to enslave me anymore, but only wants to kill me!

I raised the bell and shook it desperately, and although it had an effect on the Brahmanas, it was forcibly endured.

Black snow fell in front of my eyes, and a terrible black snow of yin and resentment fell on my body. The burning sensation was intense, and I saw that all of my skin stained with black snow was scorched, and not a single piece of it was intact.

"Ah......h

I screamed, and the ghost came over, and the ghost claw was raised high and was about to smash down on my head, when suddenly a shout rang out from behind it.

"Hey, what a Van Luo ghost, come on, monster! Come to your brick grandpa!"

The ghost turned his head, and the one standing at the door of the cell was actually a brick, and at this moment he was holding an iron rod in his hand that he didn't know where he got it, and shouted at the ghost with a hideous face.

"How the fuck did you get out?"

I shouted in surprise.

"Monster, come to me, come on!"

The brick shouted, pounding desperately against the wall with an iron rod. The Van Raki turned back to the bricks and roared in warning.

"Run! You're no match for it, run!"

I shouted at the bricks, and only then did I notice that the kid was holding a baton, how could he hold a baton, and how could he get out of the cell?

"I know you, you've been fucking played by the warden, you're a bitch, come on, bitch. ”

The brick deliberately provoked the Vanluo ghost, and this trick really worked, and the Vanluo ghost suddenly turned his head and stared at the brick, and his body floated in the air, floating towards the brick. Brick put one hand behind his back, raised his head and shouted, "Come on, come on!"

The Vanluo ghost fell, grabbed the brick's neck and pressed it to the ground, and then the other ghost claw was raised high and stabbed down.

", don't!"

I jumped up from the ground and shouted as I looked at the bricks, but it was too late. The dagger-sharp ghost claws pierced through the brick's chest in an instant, and I saw blood gushing out, and my face instantly turned cold, and my head "buzzed......".

"How so?"

"What's that? Is it blood?"

"Red, death?"

There were a lot of strange thoughts and question marks in his head, and the Van Luo ghost lifted his body from the ground, and the brick was not dead at the moment, and he was spitting blood out of his mouth. He took out the hand behind his back, held a handful of cinnabar in his palm, and pressed it towards the face of the Van Luo ghost. The red cinnabar was smeared on the face of the Van Luo ghost, and the Van Luo ghost exclaimed in pain, threw away the brick corpse, and flew into the darkness with a scream.

Everything I saw turned into slow motion, and I stood up against the wall and ran towards the bricks. There was a shrill whistle in the distance, and he was clutching his brick clothes, and his chest had been cut into a huge hole, and his heart looked like it was about to rot.

"Damn, you didn't learn it...... Ahem...... I have an old mother in my hometown, you can help me take care of it......"

It was the first time I saw my friend die in front of my eyes, and I didn't know how to describe it. “