Ye Chu closed the lid in a panic and quickly put it in his arms.

He slammed the door and ran out of the temple in a frenzy, as if chasing an evil ghost from behind.

His head was covered in cold sweat and he looked nervous, but it wasn't just nervous.

is on the verge of collapse.

The blood that had flowed in the village four months ago was red.

He hid everything he saw in the deepest part of his heart, as if he had forgotten it.

Actually, he wanted to forget, but he couldn't.

Wang Anzhi's death, Yu Yu's death, and the death of the monks in Qingma Temple.

A friend who was nailed to the door panel,A private school teacher who was pierced in front of him by a tree branch.。

Broken limbs, blurred flesh.

Dead, all dead.

Tick-tock, it's all blood.

He's on the verge of collapse, just holding on to the last string.

At the end of the day, he's just a teenager.

From the prosperous area of Jianglian City to Qingma Temple, there is a long and wide road, with extensive woods on both sides, and in the middle of summer, the branches are luxuriant.

The green trees were only red in Ye Chu's eyes at this time.

The sound of cicadas around him gave him a splitting headache.

He kept running, but the sound of the cicadas was like maggots on tarsal bones, following closely, asking him not to be quiet for a while.

He ran faster and faster, with a terrifying expression on his face.

A fifteen-year-old boy ran wildly on a no-man's road.

Like crazy.

Or rather, like a demon?

Escaping from this wood, there are more buildings and tiled houses.

The night was dark, and most of the residents had already slept.

There are dogs barking in the deep alleys.

Ye Chu glanced at it and smiled slightly.

It stared at the man in front of it who seemed to be crazy, but it didn't dare to take a step forward.

With a step, he walked into the alley.

The wild dogs in the alley suddenly felt a huge chill, barked in a low voice, and kept retreating.

He chuckled twice.

It turned and fled, but the alley was too short.

He smiled eerily as he approached.

It curled up in a corner, whining a few times, and its eyes were full of horror.

He was stunned and turned to walk away.

Ye Chu arrived at the bustling section of Jianglian City again.

Even in the so-called bustling streets, there is not a single person to be seen at this time.

A few streets from here, there is the Wei family.

Ye Chu came here unconsciously.

Come back now, isn't it self-defeating?

He didn't think about it, or he didn't want to think about it, and let his body act.

Don't use your brain, go wherever you want.

It's like the walking dead.

Suddenly, Ye Chu noticed a figure sitting on the corner of the street in front of him.

He walked cautiously, but his gaze was a little glazed.

The moonlight was blocked by the night, and Ye Chu couldn't see the face clearly.

It's just that when he sees clearly, he doesn't want to see clearly.

is a monk.

A thin monk who was seriously injured.

His head hung limply to the side.

The right hand was slashed off at the wrist.

The flesh and blood on the wrist were blurred, and the blood vessels were still nourishing.

The bones are flesh and blood, and they are no longer white.

Seven tricks of blood are like an infusion.

It's Master Hui'an.

Blood, and blood again.

Ye Chu instinctively took two steps back with some fear, but suddenly calmed down and rushed over.

When he waited for less than a few steps, Ye Chu slowed down again.

There is no trace of life.

He trembled and reached his fingers to the philtrum.

He's dead.

Ye Chu looked blankly.

He sprang forward with a sharp spun of mind, aiming clearly at the Guard.

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Infinite killing intent surged back into my heart!

After two streets, the Wei Mansion is close at hand!

Suddenly, he felt extremely tight in his chest, as if he was in deep water, his whole body was under pressure, and it was extremely difficult to take a step.

Like a ghost, crawling on top of him and putting a heavy pressure on him.

After a while, this strange coercion disappeared suddenly, the weight dissipated, and Ye Chu couldn't help but weaken his legs, knelt on one knee, and broke out in a cold sweat behind his back.

"Senior brother, you are here. ”

With a call, a mild-faced young man approached.

"Are you...... Wen Qian?"

After the Flowing Fire Cave came out, the unfathomable white-haired old man put forward the idea of taking Ye Chu as a disciple.

Ye Chu, who was sad and distracted like a walking corpse, rejected him.

The old man didn't say anything, and took Ye Chu and his apprentice to an inn to stay, and that night, Ye Chu fled.

At that time, he just wanted to be alone, to be alone, to be quiet, to ignore everyone, and to be alone.

So he declined the invitation and didn't even want to say a word.

There was no truth to it, but he did it at the time.

Wen Qian, who was gentle as a spring breeze, had a faint smile on his face.

There were footsteps again, a little anxious.

White-haired old man.

He looked at Ye Chu, looked at Ye Chu who forcibly suppressed the madness, and sighed.

With a "plop", Ye Chu suddenly knelt on the ground and buckled his head heavily.

"Please take me as an apprentice!"

The old man was a little puzzled, but Wen Qian showed a happy look.

"Why is this all of a sudden?" said the white-haired old man.

"I'm going to kill them. ”

"I'm going to destroy the whole house!"

"I'm going to cut off the heads of the thieves who killed my villagers!"

"I want revenge!"

"Please help me!"

Ye Chu shouted out word by word hysterically, his green muscles burst out, his head kept pounding on the ground, and the blood mark told his determination.

The old man's expression was extremely calm, and he said in a voice without any emotion: "I lend you this sword of mine, and then talk about apprenticeship after you finish killing people first." ”

As he spoke, Wen Qian took down the long sword he was carrying and handed it out.

Ye Chu was stunned, looked at the sword in front of him, and slowly pulled it out.

The quaint style, but faintly gives birth to a majestic atmosphere.

Ye Chu took the long sword, and he was even more indomitable.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he slowly walked to the gate of the Wei family.

Wen Qian looked at Ye Chu and said worriedly: "Master, is this really good for junior brother? He is almost crazy now, and giving him such a powerful strength again doesn't it make it more difficult for him to recover?"

The white-haired old man was silent and did not speak.

"What if he's really insane and kills innocents?"

"In this way, I'm afraid he will really go crazy forever!"

Wen Qian, who has always been not arrogant or impatient, and gentle as jade, also looked a little anxious this time.

Ye Chu is almost insane now, and giving a weapon to a madman who wants to kill can only make him even more crazy.

The white-headed old man was silent for a moment and said, "He has a demon in his heart that must be seen through, and no one can help him." ”

"And, I believe in him. ”

Seeing the closed door of the Wei family, Ye Chu slashed away with a sword.

There was a "boom", and the gate was smashed.

The dust flew up, Ye Chu did not pause, and walked forward step by step.

In the blink of an eye, two more figures appeared in the front yard.

Chen Qingshan and Situ He.

They looked at Ye Chu who came out of the dust, very puzzled.

Ye Chu, who came out of the dust, looked at them with great joy and happiness.

He laughed and screamed fiercely, but tears burst the embankment.

He swallowed all the tears and the blood that came with them, and said lightly.

"I can finally kill you. ”