"It's too cheap for a murderer to collude with a monster and burn her to death."

"yes, it's too cheap for her."

"By the way, is that monster dead?"

"He doesn't seem to be moving, he should be dead, right?"

"What should we do with the corpse and the monster in here? What if they get angry and bring disaster to the village? ”

"Hi ~ what kind of corpse? Let the wild dogs eat it, crush it to the end, and the sea will be gone. ”

It's only late autumn, and it's not yet winter. But somehow there was snow in the sky. The snow covered Kokomi's whole body, but he only felt black, endless black, like being in hell, being roasted in a ghost fire.

He slowly stood up, his eyes full of hatred for the world. He hated the villagers, and the eyeless sky. He clenched his fist into a weapon of revenge, roared and roared and vented his way into the hearts of the villagers, tearing them all to pieces, dripping with blood and staining the land.

One of the old women, trembling, held the beads above her head. It's good not to do this, but this move makes Xinhai even more annoyed.

He still remembers this string of Buddhist beads, which Kukai never leaves on weekdays. When he buried Kukai's body, he didn't find the beads, and at that time he mistakenly thought that Kukai's beads must have fallen into the spring, and he didn't know where they had been washed away. But now it seems that it has an inseparable relationship with this old woman, and perhaps even Kukai's death has an inseparable relationship with her.

Xinhai carefully looked at the old woman in front of him, and suddenly he felt that her eyebrows were very familiar, as if she was the old woman who was holding a hoe and scolding.

So he put the old woman up with both hands and asked her, "How did you get this string of Buddhist beads?" Did you kill Kukai? ”

The old woman looked frightened, and did not dare to look at Xinhai's eyes at all, but shook her head vigorously.

Xinhai was furious, and pulled off the old woman's arm with one hand. The old woman screamed in pain, and finally begged for mercy and told the truth of the year.

It turned out that the cover-up made the old woman very unhappy. She took the opportunity to smear some pesticides in the basin of Kukai Huayuan. She originally just wanted to fix this annoying old monk, but she didn't expect him to run out of oil and die because of this.

Kukai had been to Qingquan before he died, and she was originally ashamed and wanted to send him some melons and fruits. When she saw the bright Buddha beads in his hand, she was greedy again, wanting to keep it for herself, and pushed him down the clear spring by mistake.

When the old woman said this, she was already crying, and she couldn't cry anymore.

Xinhai looked up at the sky, and it was only at this time that he suddenly understood that the world was a hell, and how tragic the world was, not that the Buddha did not favor him, but that he had always believed in the wrong Buddha, and it was not Guanyin, not Maitreya, but Asura.

He plunged one hand into the old woman's heart, and the old woman's blood sprayed on him, staining his white clothes red.

"It's all the fault of the poor monks. It is the poor monk who has failed to understand the evil of this hell and has made this world suffer in this world in vain. From now on, the poor monk will call for the evil of the law, and vow to let the world not suffer in this hell and be reborn in the Elysian World. The fallen monk said as he walked out of the Flame Ghost Village. Behind it was a raging fire, just like the legend of the Flame Ghost Village, the whole village was burned by the Flame Ghosts, and no one could escape this tragic fate.

Xia Yutong hugged her head and screamed sadly, the memories of the past weighed her breathlessly, making her hold her chest tightly and kneel on the ground and cry vigorously.

"Save him, save the heart. He was trapped in his inner demon and became the surrogate of Shura. Xia Yutong pleaded.

"Why should I save him? He doesn't matter to me, does it? Yang Yichen's face was indifferent.

"He has the same blood on his body as you."

"There are many people who bleed as much as I did, and there are many of my compatriots who I wanted to kill in the first place."

Xia Yutong was silent, she looked at Yang Yichen with teary eyes.

Yang Yichen slowly walked to her side and squatted down, and whispered in her ear: "However, if you can answer me a question truthfully, I can treat it as a transaction and find your original heart for you, what do you think?" ”

Xia Yutong nodded, and Yang Yichen blocked her sideways in front of her, blocking the perspective of the invisible camera, and she didn't know what to ask in her ear.

"Dead fatty, what the hell are the two of them talking about!" The ponytail girl sitting in front of the monitor somewhere leaned her face in front of the monitor, grabbed the monitor with both hands, and looked very angry.

"What are they talking about, how do I know~" The fat man said as he grabbed a handful of chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's all you, it's all you, in order to save money, you got me such a cheap camera, the performance is poor, the sound is mushy, and you can't turn the perspective well. I'm really~! The ponytail girl grabbed the fat man's neck with both hands and shook it vigorously. The fat man was dizzy from her shaking. His face was flushed, and he almost lost his breath.

Nightcrawler teleported behind the Fallen Monk and slashed at his back with another slash. The black robe behind him was cut to pieces. Due to inertia, he took a few steps forward and fell to the ground.

The beads slipped from his hand, the white rope snapped, and it scattered to the ground. He looked at the Buddha beads rolling down in front of his eyes, and suddenly became angry, and a red murderous aura emanated from his surroundings, his eyes turned red, and he stood up with a loud roar.

The wounds on his body healed unbelievably on their own, and he stood there as if he had never been injured.

Xia Yutong heard his roar, and a frightened look suddenly appeared on her face, and she ran in the direction of the fallen monk desperately. But I saw that the fallen monk and the night moon were fiercely punched and I stabbed together.

Both of them seemed to have lost their minds, completely ignoring the people around them, and they were involved in several attacks.

Molia was almost injured by the sword wind of the night moon, but fortunately, Old Man Gu hugged her aside in time. She looked at the terrifying expression on Ye Xingyue's face, and suddenly remembered what he had just said. She didn't know if that was the case for him now, or if she should get out of here now, as he said.

No matter how Xia Yutong shouted, her voice could never reach the ears of the fallen monk, and all she saw was the sword and sword shadow and the destroyed cemetery.

Yang Yichen's arrow broke the deadlock. I saw one of his red arrows piercing directly through the heart of the evil one. Evil looked down at the red arrow on his chest, and involuntarily took two steps back, falling next to a tombstone.

Ye Xingyue just wanted to slash at the head of the evil one, but was hit in the neck by Yang Yichen with a knife from behind, and then lost consciousness and fainted.