Even Shuang Lang sensed the hatred, like a cold hell, which made her body really tremble. It sounded like a voice from hell, like a grudge that had been accumulated for thousands of years. What she said in her heart just now, she held back at the critical moment.

The man's face was filled with pus, and a red fissure like magma appeared faintly under his black skin. His eyes were dark and hairless, with only patches of burning skin. After years of comfort, the original wound has been calmed, scabbed, and molted. He was like a giant python at the bottom of the sea, walking violently.

Han Mo didn't recognize the person in front of him, and he didn't seem to have any impression at all.

But the scars on his body are indeed his own handiwork.

The smile that had been regained just now had collapsed, and in the depths of his eyes, he knew this war.

The man walked in, the smell of mud on his body engulfed Shuanglang, she Mu Ran tightened her arms, she was frightened, her eyes were flustered, and her body involuntarily approached Han Mo's side slightly.

Han Mo asked, "Who are you?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and his complexion changed suddenly. seems to have thought of a thousand words, but he didn't expect the other party to suddenly come out of this unbelievable sentence. He didn't have eyebrows, the muscles on his face twitched, and Shuang Lang could clearly feel that his anger was even higher. The fingers that were glued together trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth were like a long, slender stream, which was suffering the twists and turns of the earthquake.

"You don't know who I am?" he asked, repeating, "how can you not know who I am!"

Han Mo had no intention of provoking the person in front of him, but it seemed that the two had been grudges for a long time. But now that Shuang Lang is by his side, he doesn't dare to act rashly.

The person in front of him was like a piece of carrion, and the inside was already rotting and maggots. He laughed wildly: "It's you who made me like this, you actually forgot who I am! Han Mo, your lie is too clumsy." Do you think that if you just say something and you recognize the wrong person, I will let you go? I said a hundred years ago that I would crush your bones and burn you to ashes!"

He looked at Shuanglang and laughed playfully: "Why, it's quite similar." When your wife died, you said that you would never fall in love with a second person again for the rest of your life. I wonder what your lost child and woman would have thought if you had known it...... Hahahaha......" he laughed, "This drum is still kept?

He made a "bang". The drum in Shuanglang's hand began to shatter with a crackle, turning into dust and drifting in the air.

The tide in Han Mo's heart was surging, he only remembered things from a long time ago and recently, and somehow a memory was forcibly erased from his life.

"What a look!" he roared in a low voice, "where did you dig up such an identical man, and it is not dissimilar to your wife." ”

Shuang Lang silently said: "Madam." ”

The voice in her head lingered in her ears over and over again, and there was a thorn in her chest, not knowing if it was stabbing Han Mo or herself. But it didn't matter, the person in front of her made her not have any smile on her face for a moment. The resentment that was eyeing each other seemed to burn the two of them to the ground.

Han Mo couldn't remember, but he had a splitting headache. As if enduring the pain, he turned sideways and protected Shuanglang behind him.

The man was arrogant and laughed: "You said that you don't regret it! You encroached on my river and drove me away." I was going to get it all back, but I couldn't stand your assassination! You are strong in mana, and you have cultivated for a hundred years! But back then, well water did not interfere with river water! It's a pity, it's a pity that when you let out the real fire to burn me, your woman was found by those villagers and killed alive in your secret canyon! Yes! I saw it from afar! Hahahahaha! Retribution! Why, you can't remember it at all? Is it too painful to remember? Do you need me to help you remember memories!"

As soon as the man raised his hand, the black river water mixed with mud and sand poured towards the chests of the two of them, and the haze shrouded Shuanglang's thin body. The haze between Han Mo's eyebrows became heavier and heavier. His voice was hoarse, his face was pale, and his hands unconsciously wrapped around Shuanglang's body, holding her tightly under his arms.

She felt the warmth of her body and leaned in a little further.

"Don't be afraid. Han Mo said these two words simply, and his body was a white cold light, like moonlight armor in the dark.

It was getting colder and colder, white air lingered around her mouth and nose, and her hair was scattered over her shoulders, dancing wildly.

"Help!"

"Han Mo, help me!"

Suddenly, she heard someone shouting, as if through the curtain of mud and sand.

The man gloated, "She's calling you, why don't you just go!Oh yes, you've been so entangled with me that you've missed the last cry of your beloved woman." Listen, she's crying for help!"

The call was very real, and Han Mo hugged Shuang Lang closer.

The woman read her name one after another, as if she had just felt that something was going to happen to Shuanglang, and she was haunting her ears and asking for help. From hissing exhaustion, to fading away, it seems that the body has become stiff and tired and cold. That sound, like a sharp knife, stabbed at Han Mo. Bubbling out, more warm blood gushed out of the blood holes one by one!

He swirled in the middle of the world, letting the blood dripping from his heart seep into the cold dirt.

"Where are you?"

"Where are you, Han Mo!"

Shuanglang's eyes darkened, and there seemed to be a heat in his chest, melting the scabbed wound in it. She followed the woman's voice, a flash of madness in her eyes, haunting her like a nightmare.

"Help me, help me......" The woman's voice faded away. She knew she had no strength and couldn't shout anymore. On her chest, she was stabbed again, and all her internal organs were hollowed out.

Han Mo hugged Shuanglang's arm, afraid that she would disappear alive like that woman, and a trace of bitterness slipped through his heart.

The last sentence of "What is the word, life and death promise ......" dispersed as soon as the wind blew, as if it did not exist at all.

The man's snarky voice said, "She's dead." Because you didn't save her at all! This is really retribution! Originally, I stayed in the river outside Zhangmen Village, but you forcibly drove me away! Of course I want to take revenge! Do you know how I retaliated? If I come to provoke you, you will easily control the tiger's plan to leave the mountain. You have been entangled with me for more than a few days, and for fear of hurting your wife and the fetus in her womb, you have transferred the two to the canyon in your enchantment. I'm also a river demon, and I know all about the places where water flows! I told the villagers! The demon girl is not dead!"