It took some effort to barely open an insignificant gap in the door. It's just that the moment the door was opened, a smell of blood came in reverse, and the disgusting bloody breath spread in the lungs, but it caused the gastric juice to feel like the river and the sea were overturned.

I was a little hesitant, but the little gold in my arms was a picture of eagerness. It rubbed in my arms first, and then leaped into the temple.

Although it was dusk, the cloudy sky and the windy showers made the atmosphere much more dreary.

The inside of the temple was shrouded in the darkness outside, and there was not a single ray of light, and the only thing I could smell in my ears was perhaps the unclear words of the little gold.

There was a bit of rapidity in its vocalization, which I could vaguely perceive. It seems that it is necessary to go inside and find out.

With a few palms, I slammed the door open with brute skill. When the image in front of me was clearly placed in front of me, I stood in place as if I was stunned by thunder, and my thoughts were still at that moment.

The people lying on the ground were covered with people, some of them had turned into white bones, and some of them were almost rotting. There are only a few people whose faces can be vaguely distinguished, however, they are covered with veils, and they are obviously not some people with fine backgrounds.

I found a small golden figure beside a man, it was prostrate into a small futon, as if it was the origin of the man lying on the ground. It's just that I can't understand its words, and I can't ask why.

Now that I've come here, I'm going to step in this mass killing. Whether you are nosy or die, this murder case in front of you must be buried with some deeds and some evils.

I thought about picking it up and giving it some warmth, but I saw that it seemed to be trying to dodge and escape from my embrace.

It fluttered back and forth a few times, but it still maintained its prostrate posture. Perhaps, this person lying on the ground with no signs of life is really his acquaintance, or is it a close relative? "Well, if you really want to be alone with him for a while, I won't stop you." As soon as the words fell, I got up and walked away.

These people are both wrecks and corpses, and the coexistence of corpses is different. Then the reason for the murder and the events involved should be different.

I leaned down and categorized them roughly according to their injuries. I saw that the people covered with tulle and dressed uniformly were all old dead. In contrast, those whose faces are exposed, dressed in various styles, and whose bodies remain more intact.

Just as I was just lifting these people up and classifying them, I caught a cold glimpse of a familiar object out of the corner of my eye. I will not be confused with that object until I die. My heart tightened, and I grabbed it with trembling hands.

Isn't this exactly what the people who destroyed my people were wearing? I didn't expect to see each other again in such a situation.

In the past, these ruthless people who killed people with their bare hands and had no good thoughts could not have imagined that they would be separated from the world for a long time in such a silent way. It's a horrible and ironic thing to talk about.

My heart was sour, and I actually laughed. Those of them who played with the lives of others on behalf of their masters are now dead, aren't they? Shouldn't I laugh out loud?

Although I comforted myself like this in my heart, I smiled bitterly and couldn't understand what to say.

There are no less than ten wearing things scattered on the ground, and it turns out that someone has avenged me for Tianxingdao. But the unknown cause of the casualties still made my heart feel clogged.

It's not that I don't want to remember the tragic events of that night, but a face suddenly skimmed under my eyes unguardedly ignited the floodgates of my memory.

In the corner of the haystack, there was still a man whose head was facing me, and he was the one who had let me go in a taboo way.

He also died, and it was not in vain. After all, there is also his weight among the original culprits. But his presence here became a piece of evidence for my evaluation and analysis, but it was extremely cruel.

His appearance undoubtedly proves a thing. This group of people is the original team that killed that night. My hatred has receded with their deaths, after all, when they die, a hatred can be dissipated.

After all, they are also poor people who do things for others and find a reward. Now dying in such a dilapidated and helpless realm is also heartily sad. I pocketed the first piece of clothing and gathered another group of dead and wounded.

The clothes they wore were not brocade clothes, so they must not have been murderous intentions by others for money. I leaned over them and searched for them, but as expected, the money and other things outside of me were not lost.

I looked at the little gold again, and saw that it was also staring in my direction. Its deep eyes are exceptionally clear in the dark temple. It's just that after such a shocking look, I had the idea of wanting to take it into my arms.

"Come here." I beckoned to it, and my words were seldom tender. Little Gold didn't move at first, but after a few moments it ran to my feet with small steps.

I remembered the psychic method in a trance, and the look in the little golden eyes was a little more complicated. It's so small, and it's so sad, do I really have to channel it and dig out its story at this moment?

"I'm asking you, would you like to communicate with me and tell me what you think in your heart?" When I asked, I felt a little uneasy, a little hopeful, and if I had its consent, I might be able to find some clues.

Fortunately, it happened in the next second, and I saw it nod, so I took the initiative to perform a psychic spell on it. A drop of its blood dripped, and it was terrifying to look at. Once this necessary step is complete, what awaits its first remarks.

"Benefactor, I didn't feel any pain just now." The warm words in my ears came one after another, and I knew that this technique had worked.

"Okay, can you understand what I'm saying?" I asked, expecting an answer. I saw that I trembled and nodded, and then I tentatively asked a few more words.

I have my own plan for this temptation. Step by step, playing is this lustful move. Asking questions from shallow to deep, and euphemistic rhetoric, this is the proper way to talk.

"Then tell me first, why didn't you leave and stay where you were before?" I remembered the scene of it talking to Snowball, and I wanted to know more. In the future, Xiao Xueqiu will be "blackmailed" and forced me to agree to some unreasonable requests such as "adding vegetables".

"You and that man saved me, I want to remember your face for the rest of my life, so as to repay the future, and I also told the snow wolf about this." The little golden replied obediently, it really matched what Xiao Shengxia said, it was an extremely affectionate animal.

It's so gracious, I'm a little embarrassed, this little thing ordinary people will do, how can I say thank you?

"Then, the man just threw you into the air and almost died, can you kill him?" "Isn't it still dead, isn't there still you, so I don't hate or resign." Little Golden's words have a somewhat bearish temperament, and I can't learn this relief and openness.

It seems that whether I am a human or a demon, I am a mess. (To be continued.) )