"I feel like I'm really going to die." The man's wounds were covered in hot blood. Behind him were dozens of corpses scattered around, addressed to another handsome man in a white robe on the other side.

"This is the sin you committed in the first place, and you will have to pay for it yourself." The white-robed man said.

"Are we still friends?" There was no expression on the face of the injured man.

"Good and evil are not separated." The white-robed man said.

"Really?" The injured man slowly lowered one hand behind his back.

The white-robed man sensed that something was wrong, and immediately urged his spiritual power, and suddenly, the sky changed color, and the trembling of the earth was like a precursor to a volcanic eruption, and the purple qi around the white-robed man exploded instantly, and the houses and trees next to him instantly turned into ashes.

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Chapter 13 Grievances!

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From the costumes of the crowd on the street, it can be roughly seen that it is the Song Dynasty period at this moment, Wancheng ushered in the temple fair today, and it is particularly lively at night, and the wealth and prosperity of the south of the Yangtze River are evident everywhere.

Under the countless lights, young talents gathered, and they were guessing lantern riddles with colorful notes under the lamps, and from time to time there was a burst of laughter, which caused a group of women next to them to flutter. The love of women is still an irrelevant topic for seven-year-old Lang Ziyi and his friend, six-year-old Hu Tian, who are only looking for vendors selling sugar gourds in the crowd.

"Brother Ziyi, dare to ask where the rock sugar gourd is?" Hu Tian said in the tone of those talents.

"Gourd gourd, I don't know." Lang Ziyi grinned with a missing front tooth. The two bowed to each other, and then both burst out laughing. Just as the two little ghosts were wandering around, they stumbled upon something shiny in an alley. "Ziyi, what do you think it is?" Hu Tian shouted.

Lang Ziyi also saw that thing, it was round, and it seemed to be shining with a faint blue light. "Let's go check it out." Lang Ziyi said. So the two of them tiptoed down the alley. It was dark inside, and only glowing things could be seen, and when they got closer, the two of them were startled at the same time, but no one heard them because of the crowd in the street.

It turned out that the glowing thing was the right eye of an old uncle, and the old man was so thin that only one skin remained, and it seemed to be dead. Frightened, they wanted to run out immediately, but Hu Tian was suddenly grabbed by something at his feet and fell to the ground.

"Hu Tian!" Lang Ziyi turned around to help him up, but saw that the hand that had been shriveled was grabbing one of Hu Tian's calves, and that hand was the old uncle's. Lang Ziyi immediately thought of shouting for help, but at this time, she could only keep her mouth open and make a gurgling sound.

"The number of days." Hu Tian and Lang Ziyi both heard an old and hoarse voice at the same time. Looking back, the old man, who was no different from a skeleton, actually moved. A strange force lifted them up and slowly approached the old man's side. Lang Ziyi looked back, the lights on the street had disappeared without a trace, and the surroundings were dim, and it was strange that they could see the appearance of the old man clearly. The old man's face came to him, observing them from an inch away.

"Too fierce!" The old man said in front of Hu Tian. Then he immediately set his eyes on Lang Ziyi, and after observing it, he just sighed softly. The two boys, who were trembling all over, realized that the old man's left eye was also glowing, but it was endless darkness, deeper than the surroundings.

"You're going to do something for me."