Zhuo Shu's hand was about to touch my neck when I heard a crisp copper bell.

As soon as the brass bell rang, it seemed to quickly swallow up all the sounds around it, and the silence here was terrifying!

Zhuo Shu still maintained the appearance of reaching out to pinch my neck, but the whole person fell on me with a poof.

The ciphertext tattoos on his body slowly disappeared, leaving only the tattoo of the beast still on his upper body.

I was pressed by him, and I fainted.

Until I came to my senses, at this time the blood stains around me were cleaned, Wu Jiaxin squatted beside me, her face was full of anxious looks, as if she was very worried about my situation, Yu Xinyue was bandaging my wound at this time, and used a needle with a hook to stitch the wound in my abdomen.

I saw that she was skillful and her expression was serious and serious, and I didn't dare to disturb her loudly.

After all, it's sewing my flesh.

Although the needle was stuck in my body, I didn't feel much pain in comparison, as if I had been stung by a wasp.

Yu Xinyue finished the last stitch, tied a knot, and when she looked up to wipe her sweat, she saw me looking at her, so she asked me: "Are you awake?" Did I hurt you?".

I shook my head, indicating that it was okay.

"Brother, do you hurt?" Wu Jiaxin bit her lower lip, an expression that was a little unbearable.

"Where's Zhuo Shu?" I asked with a slight smile.

Looking back now, what Zhuo Shu has on his body seems to have something to do with my copper bell, but I can't guess what it is, but his sentence always echoes in my head: It's you!

"Hmph! Woodpecker cleaning!" Wu Jiaxin seemed to be very unhappy with Zhuo Shu as soon as I woke up, and her mouth was unconsciously cocked.

I looked at her as a child, and I couldn't help but smile, and the feeling of joy of escaping death after a great tragedy only spread to my heart at this time.

If it weren't for the abnormal movement of the copper bell, I guess I would inevitably have the fate of being trampled on and my head smashed like Dong Jiayi.

Thinking of Dong Jiayi, I immediately looked somewhere, at this time the body there had disappeared, but the remaining blood stains had not been wiped clean.

Then I looked at Yu Xinyue, although she pretended to have a normal expression, she couldn't hide the loneliness in her eyes.

"Dong Jiayi's business...... I'm sorry I couldn't save her!" I said after a long silence.

"Hmm!" Yu Xinyue lowered her head and said a word.

Then she kept sobbing, and she hugged me at once, crying very sadly.

It's no wonder that I feel some regrets and regrets now, after all, it's because of my strength that I can't save them.

Although she pulled my wound when she held me, I didn't refuse, she was a girl after all, and five of her roommates and classmates died overnight, how could she not feel scared.

Wu Jiaxin pursed her lips, as if she was very contemptuous of Yu Xinyue hugging me and crying.

When she saw that blood was slowly appearing on the gauze on my abdomen, she pulled Yu Xinyue away.

After Yu Xinyue was pulled away, she felt that she was pulling my wound and quickly apologized.

I shook my head and said it was fine.

The sequelae of excessive blood loss are still there, which makes me a little dizzy, but I don't fall asleep, this matter is not over, and there are still many things to deal with.

"You call Zhuo Shu over, I have something to ask him. I said to Wu Jiaxin.

After Xinyue helped me to Zhuo Shu's room, Wu Jiaxin brought Zhuo Shu, who had changed into a robe, over.

At this time, Zhuo Shu was not in a good state, and the expression on his face was like fear.

He rolled up his sleeves, and it seemed that he had cleaned up the bloodstains outside.

"Go out, I have something to say to him alone!" I said to them.

Yu Xinyue obediently lowered her head and went out, while Wu Jiaxin was very unhappy, but she was pulled out by Yu Xinyue reluctantly.

I looked at Zhuo Shu, and Zhuo Shu also looked at me.

"What do you see?" said Zhuo Shu, clenching his fists.

I looked at Zhuo Shu's appearance, as if I didn't want me to say it, but I wanted to know what I saw.

I quickly analyzed the pros and cons in my mind.

First of all, when the tattoo on his body invaded his body, the mark on my hand and the copper bell reacted, and secondly, he said that it was me, but it was definitely not me, maybe it was the copper bell, so it means that his secret is likely to be related to the copper bell on my body.

So I have to know the secret of his body first, and the more I know at this time, the closer I am to the secret of the copper bell, if I go to the Zhang family to find it, not only will my current strength not be able to reach it, but it will even expose my grandfather's affairs.

"What's that thing?" I asked very seriously.

Hearing my words, Zhuo Shu's first reaction made me more convinced of the speculation in my heart.

Zhuo Shu's eyelids trembled slightly, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes that could not be hidden, but it soon seemed to turn into a kind of fear again.

After being silent for a long time, Zhuo Shu raised his head and looked at me, and the killing intent in his eyes receded, turning into a frank and swinging look.

"Can I ask you a question first?" said Zhuoshu.

I nodded.

"Every time I summoned it before, I woke up and there were corpses all over the field, especially since I would run far away to a place, sometimes several miles away, sometimes even hundreds of miles, but this time you were all right! Can you tell me why?" Zhuo Shu asked.

"Also, I vaguely heard a brass bell, and it was this brass bell that pulled me back!" Zhuo Shu said again.

I'm thinking about it after listening to it.

Do I want to tell him about the brass bells?

The most important thing for me now is to hide myself, the third grandmother said to let me keep a low profile, but as soon as I came here, I encountered this incident, and the matter of the copper bell was so extensive that even my grandfather would rather erase his memory than let outsiders know.

Maybe seeing the struggle in my expression, Zhuo Shu smiled helplessly.

"In that case, I'll tell you what happened to me first, anyway, you've seen it, and let you know the ins and outs of it, and I have the right to vent the depression in my heart. Zhuo Shu slowly lowered his sleeves.

Syllable!

Zhuo Shu slapped the table with a startling wood, startling me.

"Professional habits! Don't be surprised!" Zhuo Shu looked at the startling wood in his hand and said curtly.

Then he told his life story in the form of a storyteller.

It turns out that he has a similar background as me, and his family is also Mr. Bai, and it is also a family heirloom.

He began learning ink at the age of five, and by the age of ten he was able to use it proficiently, and according to him, his father was amazed at his talent.

But the good times didn't last long, a year later, that is, when he was eleven years old, one night he went to the grave circle to practice ink art, but the whole grave circle was surprisingly quiet, if he came here on weekdays, those ghosts who were entrenched here all day long and ravaged by him would have come out to beg for mercy, but there was none that day.

When he walked in, he found that the entire grave circle had been dug up, the grave had been dug up, and the stone tablet had been smashed to pieces.

And just as he was about to go back and tell others about it, he saw a black mist coiled in the middle of the grave.

Out of confidence in his own inking skills, and with the character of a teenager who is not afraid of heaven and earth, he walked over.

After using the ink technique, I found that this black mist did not change in the slightest.

Just as he was pondering whether to use a more powerful ink-raising technique to deal with the mist, the mist suddenly enveloped him.

When he came to his senses again, he found himself lying at the entrance of the village, and the whole village was in ruins.

Not only their family, but the whole village was spared, and they were slaughtered cleanly.

And he was also frightened when he saw the blood on his hands.

All of his family died unexpectedly, leaving him with no choice but to wander alone.

And when he was washing his face by the lake, he saw this tattoo on his body.

At that time, the tattoo was much more real than it is now.

Later, when he wandered around the county, he would inevitably encounter some bullies who bullied him, and he would fall asleep after being beaten, and when he woke up, he would appear in another place, and he didn't notice anything wrong at that time.

Until he fell in front of a temple, the monks in the temple saw him pitiful, and wanted him to stay in the temple, so that he could live to some extent.

But when he entered the door of the temple, something strange appeared inside.

The statue of the Buddha in the main hall shed blood and tears, and the twelve Arhat statues fell together.

When the abbot of the temple came out, he just glanced at him, and he completely ignored the monk's intention of being kind to others, and insisted on driving him out, saying that he was an asura in the boundless hell.

At that time, how did he know what an asura was, so he had to think that they hated themselves, anyway, they had experienced so many things, so if they hated it, they hated it.

As a result, when he fell asleep, he woke up the next day and appeared in the temple, and the place where he lay down was the main seat of the Buddha that the monks worshipped before.

It's just that at this time, the clay statue of the Buddha has been smashed to pieces.

He was used to being bullied, and he was afraid that he would be beaten in this way, so he quickly got up and tried to escape.

But when he came out, the temple was full of corpses.

The heads of the corpses were twisted off and stacked in a pile.

And his hands were covered in blood.

All the Buddha statues in the entire temple were smashed and not a single one remained.

After he escaped, he met the middle-aged man before, the person he called his uncle just now.

When the man saw that he was pitiful, he took him in.

But after he told all the strange things, he also startled the middle-aged man.

And after Zhuo Shu understood the meaning of Asura, he was also very inferior and scared for a period of time.

Asura, one of the six realms of Buddhism, one of the gods of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, says that he is a god, but does not have the good deeds of the gods, and has similarities with ghosts, saying that he is a ghost, but he has the power of a god, saying that he is a human, although he has the seven emotions and six desires of a person, but he has the power of a god and the viciousness of a ghost, so he is a monster that is not a god, a ghost, or a man.

It is also usually the name of the fierce god in Buddhism.

But in the mouth of this middle-aged man, there is another title.