The twenty-sixth time was trapped in the swamp by the marrying boy / trapped in a conspiracy and the tragic woman died on the top of the mountain

(10) In the ancient Xuanhuang Heaven and Earth, in the desolate universe, the sun and the moon are shining, the Chensu is listed, and the gods are in charge of the cold and summer. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In the northwest corner of the Western Wilderness is the god Ishiyi, who is in charge of the time when the sun and moon rise and set, that is, the length of day and night, and the god of the mountain, who is on guard of the mountain, is in charge of the reversal, that is, the shadow of the sun pointing to the west before noon is turned to the east.

The twilight hung in the sky, blowing away the clouds and mist, looking down, the top of Wu Yao Tianmen Mountain was shrouded in dazzling light, and in the gaze, there was a figure lurking in it, and a strong terrible premonition quickly occupied the entire heart.

What I am most afraid of seeing is extremely terrifying there. The harlequin had died, and her whole body was roasted into a dried corpse, which was unbearable to see. Kandi forcibly turned over her corpse with grief, and the corpse's right hand covered half of her cheek, perhaps because she had once been beautiful and subconsciously covered it when she was dying, not wanting to show people her ugly face. And the other half's desperate and painful expression seemed to have a trace of attachment to her loved ones and hatred for the person who ruined her beautiful expectations.

The poor harlequin died without understanding why all this had happened, why the person she loved had deceived and harmed her, and she died tragically with endless regret and confusion.

Although Kandi didn't know who did it, he could clearly judge that it was aimed at him and that it was his own fault. The harlequin was innocent, and her death was nothing more than a means for the man to take revenge on himself. And the most intolerable thing is that the man actually used the hand of his son to kill his beloved woman, how vicious his intentions were!

Who is it that has such a bitter hatred with him?

It turned out that in the Tianmen Mountain, the hub of the heavens, his sons of the sun—the Ten Golden Crows—Jiaotu, the Snake, the Cun, the Kiss, the Pu Lao, the Raccoon, the Gluttony, the Clam, the Eye, and the Fierce. They were assigned by Emperor Jun to take turns here, each for one day, to patrol the cosmic sky and illuminate the earth. It was forbidden for outsiders to enter the place, and it was under the control of the gods, but I don't know how the enemy tricked the guards into bringing the harlequin here, and took advantage of the turn of day and night to expose the poor harlequin to ten suns, so that she was roasted alive by the heat.

The indescribable pain weighed on Kandi for a moment, and he was completely enraged. The sons were on duty as usual, and there was nothing wrong with it, but the god who was on duty here neglected to take care of it, which led to the tragic death of the beloved woman, and the guilt was great, and the lack of punishment was not enough to calm the heart, and the incomparable anger had filled the whole body, so he was angry with him.

Kandi was furious, and urgently called the god to ask the reason, but the god was already so frightened that he didn't know how to defend himself, so he could only beg for mercy. Seeing that Kandi, who was carried away by anger, was about to take his life, at the critical moment, thanks to the ten golden crows that followed, they tried their best to intercede for him, so that Kandi's anger was slightly extinguished.

Looking at the ground, he was still dutiful in the past, and his sons pleaded hard for him, and the death penalty was forgivable, but the living crime was inevitable. But when he saw that his eyebrows were raised, he turned his hands into blades, and his arms were untied between the lightning and flint, and then he broke his legs, and connected his two feet upside down on the top of his head, which was the punishment of reversing. From then on, the poor god could only roll away.

The remaining anger at the view of the ground did not subside, and in the wailing of the gods, he brushed his sleeves away angrily......

I want to know what happens next, and I'll break it down next time.