The bright moonlight sprinkled in his face, Shi Xiaohou raised the wooden stick high, and smashed it towards Liu Laohu's head with a hideous face, the wooden stick cut through the night wind, and made a whistling sound, hitting Liu Laohu's head.

"Smack!" After the wooden stick smashed heavily on Liu Laohu's head, it instantly broke into two pieces and fell to the ground. This was followed by Liu Laohu's angry shouts and the panicked faces of the little hooligans.

No one expected that Shi Xiaohou, who was flattering before, would instantly change his face, face each other with swords, and injured the big hooligan Liu Laohu.

The consternation was followed by irrepressible anger.

"Kill him for me, kill him for me!" Liu Laohu was like an emotionally uncontrollable beast, smearing his own blood while roaring wildly, his face hideous like a devil.

The hooligans who saw the red were even crazier than the beasts.

"Huh" cold knives came out of their sheaths one after another, those things can't kill gods and Buddhas, but they can kill Shi Xiaohou, an ordinary mortal.

In the night sky, there was a sudden lightning and thunder, indicating that the weather was not good tonight, and some people would not be too lucky.

Shi Xiaohou was a little panicked, he never thought that he would have a day to be a hero, let alone that he would have a day when he would sacrifice himself for others and fall into a desperate situation.

It turns out that in this world, not everyone can be a hero.

Over the years, he has not done anything good in his career of stealing chickens and dogs, and now that he has done one, he should be considered a blessing for Chen Zixia! Shi Xiaohou was relieved when he thought about it. He held his head high, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, smiled, faced the doom and adversity of this world, walked forward bravely, and became a fearless warrior for the first time in his life.

In the past, I always thought that if a knife cut into the body, it would directly open an opening, and I only felt pain.

When the hooligans' knives really cut into Shi Xiaohou's body, Shi Xiaohou knew that the blade would be embedded in the bones, if the knife was not sharp enough, it would be difficult to pull it out.

The feeling was not only painful, but also very cold, as if it had been touched by some kind of cold thing, after the severe pain, some numbness, some dizziness, trance, everything was a bit like a dream in an instant.

Shi Xiaohou didn't fight back, he was just a mortal, he couldn't fight a steel knife, unlike those immortals, even firearms could be ineffective against him.

Instead of struggling in vain, it is better to recall Chen Zixia and the girl who is the most important to him in his life before he dies.

In a trance, he returned to the courtyard, under the evergreen tree, the girl in purple swayed on the swing, looking at the creeper in the corner and the sunset on the horizon and smiled sweetly.

Chen Zixia smiled, Shi Xiaohou naturally smiled, every time it was like this, as long as Chen Zixia was happy, Shi Xiaohou would naturally be happy.

In the bright lights, in the high-speed information age, in the chaotic world ruled by the gods, sincere and simple love is beautiful and rare.

The hooligans were holding steel knives and looked at Shi Xiaohou, who was smiling in a pool of blood, and were a little shocked: "Damn, boss, this kid can't be a fool, right?"

Liu Laohu's eyes were blood-red, he pushed away the younger brothers and walked over, and then directly inserted a knife into Shi Xiaohou's chest, very hard, without the slightest hesitation: "Damn, it doesn't matter if he is a fool or not, if he dares to beat Lao Tzu, he will die!"

The little hooligans looked at each other, thinking that Liu Laohu was too cruel, but no one said it, and no one would provoke a beast that was angry and lost its mind.

Shi Xiaohou, who was dying, held the wooden bone tightly in his right hand, which was a gift from Chen Zixia.

The reason is that Chen Zixia thinks that dogs are more loyal and reliable than people, and hopes that Shi Xiaohou will be her little tail dog for the rest of her life.

Shi Xiaohou happily took the wooden bone and agreed. As long as he can make Chen Zixia happy, he is willing to do anything, even if he goes to the East China Sea to grab the treasure of the Dragon King.

"Boss, he's dead. The little rascals flattered.

When Liu Laohu heard this, he looked at Shi Xiaohou and spat on the ground: "It's really fucking unlucky, it's all blame on Bai Jingjing's bitch, I will catch her tomorrow, but I have to be comfortable and comfortable, Lao Tzu is because she broke her head!"

"The boss is right, tomorrow night, if you catch the little lady, you must make the boss happy. A group of little hooligans echoed with a lewd smile.

The immortals are extravagant in the high-level clubs of various cities, and the heavenly soldiers spend every day drinking and drinking, who will take care of the security of the mortals? If you kill a few mortals, it will not affect the trajectory of this world, what are you afraid of?

Liu Laohu found a handkerchief, wiped the blood on his hands, and invited the little hooligans to leave, but suddenly the pedestrians in the car disappeared instantly, and the light spread little by little, devouring the darkness, as if to illuminate the whole world.

A clear voice accompanied by the sound of Buddha came from all directions, resounding between heaven and earth, as if heaven and earth were talking!

What kind of person is he who will light up the world when he comes? Who is it, when he comes, all the Buddhas will sing loudly for him?

Liu Laohu trembled, they had never seen a god or Buddha in their lives, but now after killing Shi Xiaohou, they encountered the scene of the god and Buddha coming into the world? In their hearts, they had already mistakenly thought that Shi Xiaohou had something to do with a certain god and Buddha.

As the saying goes, don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, now Liu Laohu and others have done bad things, and when they see a vision from the sky, they feel that ghosts knock on the door of their hearts very violently!

"Murder and murder are going to hell! "Before the person arrived, the voice had arrived.

"Poof!" Liu Laohu and his group of hooligans were so frightened that they fell to the ground all of a sudden, and without a trace of hesitation, they began to kowtow and beg for mercy: "Buddha, we are also confused for a while, as the saying goes, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, we are willing to change our evil and return to the right." ”

The sound of the horse's hooves came hesitantly, and from the intervals in between, the horse was walking very slowly.

"That's to say that you kill pigs, and you don't kill pigs, besides, you don't kill pigs, you are human, and you have to go down to eighteen layers of hell, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha on the ground, that is the treatment of killing pigs. ”

The man's voice was clear and magnetic, and his speech was humorous, but it was very different from the cold and arrogant gods and Buddhas.

But this vision is obviously a situation that only the great supernatural beings travel.

"Grandpa, we know that we are wrong, please let us go, we don't want to go to the eighteenth layer of hell, we promise to do more good deeds in the future, change our minds, and be a new person. ”

Liu Laohu kowtowed vigorously as he spoke, and again and again, blood flowed from his forehead, spread along the floor, and a blood flower bloomed.

"The poor monk is not so old!" As soon as the words fell, the sound of "da" horses' hooves suddenly stopped, and Liu Laohu couldn't help but be curious in their hearts, and peeked at the end of the alley during the kowtowing.

I saw a snow-white white horse there, and the white horse's eyes were very spiritual, as if they could speak. Its owner is a very young golden cicada, with a handsome face, a tall figure, wearing a purple and gold robe, holding a golden staff, and a faint smile at the corner of his mouth from beginning to end, giving people a feeling of bathing in the spring breeze, which is very amiable.

The golden cicada was no different from a mortal, but its eyes were red gold, as if it contained the supreme, noble, and powerful power of this world.

The hooligans were still begging for mercy, the white horse monk was a little bored, he waved his big hand, and the hooligans seemed to be locked by an invisible force, and they couldn't move or speak.

"Twitter, more annoying than me!" The white horse monk walked slowly towards Shi Xiaohou, he took every step slowly, but it was only two steps, and he came to Shi Xiaohou's side.

Is this a god or Buddha? This kind of power is impossible for mortals to contend with!

This is the first time that Liu Laohu's gang of hooligans have really seen the gods and Buddhas, and this sight has made the image of the gods and Buddhas more lofty, noble and invincible in their minds!

The white horse monk leaned over and looked at Shi Xiaohou, who had lost his life, and sighed very regretfully: "There are wisdom roots, good roots, and spirituality, it's a pity!

He lifted his robe and turned to leave, but suddenly he thought of something, was stunned, and muttered to himself: "It seems that there is something wrong......?"

As soon as he turned around, he came to Shi Xiaohou in the blink of an eye, then leaned down and squatted down, and tapped Shi Xiaohou's forehead, and suddenly Shi Xiaohou's body was full of colorful light, straight into the sky, and the sky and the earth suddenly changed color.

The corners of the White Horse Monk's mouth rose slightly: "It turns out that he is really the person the master said, but he is mediocre in appearance, short in stature, not like such an important person, it's just that, since it is the destiny of heaven, the poor monk has to act with the sky." ”

After speaking, he sat cross-legged, and the Buddhist scriptures blurted out, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and there was a trance behind him with the shadow of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty, shaking the heavens and the earth.

In such a scene, under the thunderous sound of Buddha, Liu Laohu could even hear his heartbeat, every inch of their skin was tense, in front of the gods and Buddhas, in front of the white horse monks, from the soul to the body, they did not dare to have the slightest disrespect.

The Buddha light between heaven and earth is so kind and warm, but dazzling and noble, which makes people yearn for it and awe at the same time.

By the way, in the realm of gods and Buddhas, there is no one.

I heard that people will go to the realm of the god of death Yama after death, that realm is called "Shuo Fang", Shi Xiaohou used to question the existence of Shuo Fang, but now he believes it all.

A very dilapidated city, slumped signs, dilapidated buildings, telephone poles that sparked non-stop because of the old wires, and there was not a single pedestrian on the street. A gust of wind blows, invading every inch of your skin, down to the bottom of your heart.

It's an ominous city, and every scenery looks like a disaster zone.

Shi Xiaohou suddenly missed Chen Zixia a little, and I don't know if she will be sad because of her death.

But after thinking about it, Chen Zixia's kind of girl, no matter what it is, just be sad for a while, maybe a year, maybe a month, maybe ten days, she will be completely forgotten by her in some dark corner!

Not to mention Shi Chongmoxibustion's old man, but he wished he was dead!

Thinking about it, Shi Xiaohou suddenly felt a little sad, he died like this, as if he had not walked in the world. Sometimes, people are so small and terrible that they don't even have the mark of living in the mortal world.

In the next life, you must leave some traces of life in the mortal world, so that you will not live in vain!

Shi Xiaohou gritted his teeth and thought so.

The wind swept through the dead leaves, and the street signs that collapsed on the side of the road made a "creaking" sound, which was a little harsh. The three big characters of "Huangquan Road" on the street sign are crooked, the red paint has not yet dried, the words are pulled a little twisted, and the miserable white moonlight is sprinkled on it, giving people a very strange feeling, and the inexplicable chill is even worse.

Shi Xiaohou curled up, hunched over while looking around, walking slowly, he seemed to have really been abandoned by the world, and it felt so sad to be a lonely ghost.

The most painful thing is that he left Chen Zixia completely, never saw that girl again, could no longer accompany her to watch the creeper and the sunset, and could no longer accompany her to be happy and happy.

Perhaps, soon, Chen Zixia will also forget about Shi Xiaohou, she is so good that she will have a new little tail dog, but that new little tail dog will never be Shi Xiaohou again.

Thinking about it, Shi Xiaohou's eyes suddenly turned red, maybe this was the first time in his life that he was so sad. Before I knew it, the night wind was shivering with cold.

In a trance, there was a golden cicada in front of him, tall and tall, wearing a purple gold shelf, holding a golden scepter, his eyes glowing with red gold, making people a little unable to see his face, but the noble aura on his body was different from those lowly creatures in the mortal world. Even if you stand in the dark, it is as if you are surrounded by light.

Shi Xiaohou smiled self-deprecatingly, wanting to take a detour.

He doesn't want to see those noble Buddhas attaining gods, when the humblest and the most dazzling collide together, the inferiority complex in the heart of the humblest will always tear apart all emotions and burst out, rendering the entire heart, and making the negative emotions expand infinitely.

Shi Xiaohou doesn't want to have negative emotions, he doesn't want to feel inferior and sad because of gods and Buddhas, in this world, what can make him sad is as long as Chen Zixia is alone.

"Mortal, where are you going?" the voice sounded from heaven and earth, resounding in all directions, spreading in every piece of air.

Shi Xiaohou paused, looked back at the golden cicada, no, it should be the Buddha, with a suspicious expression, he was not sure if such a noble existence was calling for a lonely ghost like him.

"Mortal, where are you going?" exactly the same words, exactly the same momentum. At that moment, Shi Xiaohou seemed to understand why the gods and Buddhas were so powerful because they could resonate with heaven and earth.

"Are you calling me?"

"Is there any other ghost here besides you?"

Although he has the understanding that he has become a lonely ghost and a wild ghost, he doesn't want to admit it yet, because once he admits it, he will also admit the fact that he and Chen Zixia will never see each other again.

It is human nature to look forward to beauty and escape bad luck.

"I'm going to report to Yama. Shi Xiaohou's head was lowered, as if he was hiding some kind of emotion, or he didn't want the noble "god and Buddha" to see his red eyes.

He was always so strong, even in front of the gods and Buddhas.