Jiangcheng is a piece of land, along the riverbank a grass hut stands, withered grass canopy, sloppy pickled, bloody rancid smell spreads.

"Wow" body baby cries, the child in the grass hut croaks to the ground, mixed with blood and water, and the clear eyes open timidly.

In front of him was a big man with oily hair, wearing a blood-stained apron, with his flesh stacked horizontally, squinting at the birth of a child.

Xie Yuan, a butcher in Jiangcheng, has a poor family with four walls, only a thatched house to shelter from the wind and rain, and is greedy for gambling, but the money he earns in the year is lost in the gambling shop.

The year before last, he made the silver change for a daughter-in-law, who was known as the lord of Kefu's life, with a small appearance, only one year pregnant, and her abdomen was swollen like a ball.

The tread is bloody, like the blood that bursts out of the belly, but the body is still good, and he helps Xie Yuan to manage the meat sound every day.

At the time of childbirth, Xie Yuan was unable to invite a midwife, so he took a bowl of grass and wood ash and sprinkled it on the bed board, and the child came out smoothly.

Xie Yuan looked at the sturdy baby on the bed board, his eyes were excited, and he rushed over to pick the child up, only to feel that the weight was extraordinarily heavy, and he didn't feel wrong, thinking that the child's body was strong.

"My son, my only son of Xie Yuan, hahaha!"

Xie Yuan was careful when he held the child in his stubby palms, for fear of touching the fine skin and tender meat, and after looking at it, he only felt a thick blood in the air.

Xie Yuan has slaughtered livestock for many years, and is familiar with blood and qi, but when he looks at it, his wife is bleeding and dying violently, and his violent eyes are staring straight at the child in Xie Yuan's arms.

Rao is Xie Yuan was used to seeing people living and dying, and his scalp was numb with fright, so he rushed over in a panic and stretched his hand tremblingly to the tip of his wife's nose, and he was no longer breathing.

There was no stillbirth, but he died violently, Xie Yuan pondered and sat paralyzed for a long time holding the child.

The smell of mixed smell wafted away, and Xie Yuan pulled down his deceased wife's eyelids, and the touch was already cold.

On the banks of the adjacent river, it is extremely convenient to slaughter livestock, and the organs are thrown into the river, and the small amount accumulates into a lot, and the estuary has become a fishy place of corpses.

Hastily pulled a straw mat, Xie Yuan hugged the child, and the burial was just a thin slab, next to the riverbank, and buried it.

Put the body Xie Yuan only to see his deceased wife clenching her fists, her fingertips sinking into the flesh, and no placenta was produced, Xie Yuan suspected that it was a strange disease, and he was horrified, so he buried it.

For a few days, the mound was raised, and the plants that looked like bamboo shoots and sprouts dug into the ground, with blood-colored stripes, then Xie Yuan moved away from the river bank and changed to live in the woods on the side of Jiangcheng.

After a few more months, the shoots burst and the sticky plasma gushed out, staining the mound with red.

People die as ghosts, ghosts die as deaf, and mounds of blood gush out, which is really murderous.

At noon that day, a purple-robed Taoist joined hands with a boy to the bloody grave, frowning at the condensed blood-colored liquid.

"Master, prophecy ......" The boy was not afraid, and walked to the grave indifferently, twisted the blood and soil to the tip of his nose and sniffed.

"Sure enough, is it a curse or a blessing? Unbounded, you see this thatched hut, on the verge of the river, facing the river city, it is a treasure land of blessings, but it is lifeless, the stillbirth is auspicious, and the mother and son are born, which is fierce. ”

The purple-robed Taoist shook his head and sighed, watching the sky at night, the white tiger was rushing, facing the handle of the Beidou spoon, a sign of chaos in the world.

The spoon pointed to Jiangcheng, and now facing the corpse accumulation ground, the Daluo Immortals can't stop the disaster.

The corpses in the grass hut are staggered, sticky as ink, and the lives of livestock are mostly decided for this place, like the residence of a butcher.

The butchers who handle the knife are all facing the fierce, shocking the ghost to save their lives, the women are feminine, and the corpse is corroded, and the corpse is raised into a demon.

When it is a once-in-a-millennium murder, the white tiger is facing Beidou, and it is really helpless to go out of the mountain, but I don't know where the demon fetus is?

The boy caught a glimpse of the green bamboo shoots on the grave mound, and the corpses were used for plants, but the cemetery was most composed of pines and cypresses.

Jiangcheng is a city on the bank of the Zhujiang River, which is not suitable for the growth of bamboo shoots, and it is necessary to go south for 100 miles to see the growth of bamboo shoots everywhere.

The bamboo shoots are green and lovely, and the tendons and veins are faintly red and attached, which look like bamboo shoots but are not bamboo shoots, more like jade and jade.

The Taoist was still talking, and the boy took out a long whip and flicked it, pulling the bamboo shoot-like thing and pulling it hard, and it was very strange, and the thing rolled down "on a wheel".

The braid went around the thing, and the Taoist knocked on the boy's head: "Frizzy, go back and stand for three days, don't ...... One day of handstand, three days of hunger strike......"

After speaking, the Taoist leaned over and looked at the green stones, with mud and wet grave soil sticking to his head, and blood-colored scabs on his head, and faint words engraved on it.

The opening of the grave only gushed with blood, and at the end of the strong crossbow, it dried up after just a few gushings.

The bright and transparent emerald inside is the jade lying quietly on the ground, not the bamboo shoots seen earlier.

"The reincarnation stone, the artifact of the saint's birth, Master, why is there a reincarnation stone in the place where the demon was born?

The white beard of the purple-robed Taoist shook in the breeze, and he casually tore off a piece of the robe, wrapped the reincarnation stone and wiped it, and the green color became more and more conspicuous.

The holy path of reincarnation, after a hundred tribulations, full of bones, crossing demons and sentient beings.

The saint is the saint Pudu sentient beings, and the reincarnation of cause and effect is the basis of reincarnation; the holy heart of the evil demons is always there, and the reincarnation stone comes out of the river to slay the demons.

Reincarnation is the reincarnation of saints, that is, people have life and death, the body of demons is dead, reincarnation is born of saints, and people are sanctified by killing demons.

The purple-robed Taoist solemnly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, pulling the apprentice, and the dust was stained on the hair in front of his forehead, and he didn't know it, and he got up and looked around, but saw that the aura of the corpse fluctuated.

The reincarnation stone accompanies the saint to the world, the saint and the evil demon come to the same place, the saint has the reincarnation stone, and the evil demon also has the accompanying things.

If you don't guess wrong, you should be looking for it in the corpse field, the Taoist is not in a hurry to find the demon companion, and looks at the reincarnation stone silently, the saint is not long in the world, and he needs enough space to grow.

There is a grass hut on the riverbank, rarely inhabited, the foul smell echoes, the Taoist grabs the floating soil on the ground, stretches out his tongue and licks it.

The smell of the earth has been replaced by another sour and astringent taste, which echoes the current environment, the residence of the butcher, presumably along the river because it is convenient to dump the slaughter of livestock.

The accumulation of dead air is almost condensed and formed, and when a pregnant woman is pregnant in such a place for ten months to give birth, Jiang Chengtian pointed to it, and rushed to fulfill it skillfully on the newborn child.

The holy demons are opposed, the yin and yang are reversed, the ferocity is coming, the blessings and disasters are also known, the demons are born in the world, there will be chaos in the world, and the demons will be destroyed when the heavens are auspicious, and there should be a catastrophe in the world, but it is the viciousness that angers the gods.

Fortune and misfortune are happening in the place today, the holy and demonic eyes are all revealed, the chaos of the world has never stopped, and I am afraid that the disputes in the future will be even better.

The purple-robed Taoist shouted that the little disciple was unreasonable, carried the dust, and said: "You and I take this reincarnation stone, creation, you and I will stay in Jiangcheng, and wait for the saint to come to the ......."

Wudao pulled his robe, hugged the reincarnation stone, and frowned: "Master, the saint is still young, he was born with the demon, he will be fine, right?"

"It's all speculation, how can you guess the future of the saint as a teacher, your creation is here, and the same is true for the teacher, wait, ten years, twenty years. "The Taoist looked up at the heavenly dome, his eyes were deep, and above the dome were the gods, and the demons were also the handiwork of the gods.

The sky is innocent, but the blessings and misfortunes are frequent, and the celestial phenomena are revealed, whether it is possible or not, we must wait.

Blessings and misfortunes are unpredictable, and there must be ten thousand times more hardships, creation adds vitality to heaven and earth, and saints are born fierce and stubborn.

The Taoist dug open the ground of corpses, the stench was stinking, and the rotten livestock organs turned into pus, and they were spread out black.

On the bank of the adjacent water, they took a pickaxe to open up a dry pond not far away, and worked for half a day, but the master and apprentice saw that the pus was dispersed and the rot was piled up.

Wudao carried a branch, poked and poked to look for it, and after looking for a long time, he only felt that the branch had hooked something.

"Master, there it is!" Wudao shouted for the Taoist to come over.

"Oh, don't be careful, pull it out slowly. The Taoist grabbed the branch in Wudao's hand, and the forked branch at the front end hooked the things in the slag.

When I brought it up, I saw that it was a wide-mouthed machete, Hesse's, with a sharp edge, and a spike on the back of the knife standing on its own, coiled with a black dragon, rising high, and terrifying.

Attached to the wide-mouthed machete was an iron chain, which was drawn from place to place, followed by a sharp hook, a cold inner blade, and a groove for bloodletting in the barb groove.

The butcher's knife is "karma", the chain hook is "sin", and life and death are all guilty of karma.

"Bad omen, bad omen, the butcher's knife was born with the evil star, and in the future, the world will be in chaos, corpses and bones are everywhere, there is no way, hurry, go and get water. The Taoist didn't care about the way, so he ran to the grass hut, picked up a broken jar, and went to the upper reaches of the river bank to get water.

took water and poured it on top of the "sin karma", the Taoist looked at the double blades dryly, his face was pale, and his palms were already sticking with sweat.

"Sin" is a wide-mouthed butcher's knife, and "karma" is a grooved chain hook, the chain hook is taken, the butcher's knife is reached, and the murderous heart is extinguished, and no one is invincible.

Now everything that should come is here, the reincarnation stone, the double blade of sin, but Jiangcheng should be the place where the storm started.

The quiet and peaceful Shenzhou for decades will eventually spill blood in the sky, and thousands of miles of criminal karma will be slaughtered, and mortals should be helpless.

Killing means extreme Taoism, but the evil star is killing more and more, blood can soothe his life, the White Tiger Star is the main killing, and a generation of mad demons should be like this.