It was probably the most painful battle of my life, and I felt strangely nimble in my limbs, even faster and more terrifying, and far more powerful than I usually was.

Although there was no light in the room, for some reason, I could still see everything in front of me clearly, I was like a meat grinder, waving my limbs at lightning speed, these skeleton monsters looked like skeletons, but they were all flesh and blood, and at this moment they killed those who touched me, and those who touched me died, and they could not die well, either my head was broken by me, or my hands and feet were amputated, or my body was broken into pieces by me.

The flesh and blood in front of me were all kinds of horrible stumps, broken bones, and my ears were filled with the strange screams of these skeleton monsters, although these voices were terrible to death, but how could I feel more excited the more I listened.

I was taken aback by the feeling I had at this point, and I was like a killing machine, completely thoughtless, mechanically trying to slaughter these skeletons. They're all damned, but I always feel like there's something wrong with me at this point.

Skeleton monsters poured out of the wall in a steady stream, wave after wave, and the bones under their feet had piled up like a hill, fortunately this room was not small, otherwise it would have been crowded, but even if the room was big, so many skeleton monsters, such a pile of them were killed by me, there will always be a full time, I am so worried in my heart.

But another thing that scared me happened, my physical strength was exhausted, and at this time, I felt that the strength in my body was getting smaller and smaller, and in the end I only had the ability to parry, and I had no power to fight back.

Despite this, I still don't care as I remember, I can feel that I am still so excited, and I don't look scared at all.

I said in my heart that this miscellaneous old man must have let my body out, anyway, if my body is broken, he can go back to his body.

"Put this, put this!"

Suddenly, Huang Mao's sudden voice pulled me back to reality from my deep memories.

Looking up, the crowd had stopped advancing, the coffin was stopping next to it, as far as the eye could see, there were all large and small graves, too many to count, which made me a little strange, this West Village did not exceed 200 people at most, where did so many graves come from, even if they have been buried in the present since ancient times, it is not so exaggerated, right?

Although I have doubts in my heart, this is not the time to ask.

Huang Mao took a few sturdy villagers and began to dig the soil, there were many people who worked well, and soon dug more than two meters deep, and everyone didn't have to say anything, lifted the coffin and put it in the pit.

When the coffin fell, one of the villagers who carried the coffin had a slightly abnormal face, and he sighed in his mouth, I was afraid that there would be an accident at this time, so I was engrossed, and the expression of the villager who carried the coffin just now was seen in my eyes, I was startled, and I just wanted to ask what was going on, but the whole coffin had fallen into the pit.

I hurriedly stepped forward to ask why the villager was so surprised, and the villager hesitated for a moment when he saw my question, and then said, "When I lifted the coffin just now, it seemed to be lighter than before." ”

As soon as I heard this, my head buzzed, lighter? What does this mean, could it really be that the skeleton corpse of the hairy old man is missing again, as he thought before?

I wanted to go forward to stop the burial and check it out, but I found that the soil had already begun to be buried, so I thought about it again, forget it, what can I do if I see it? It's nothing more than two outcomes, one is that the skeleton is still there and the other is not, but either way, we can't do anything about it.

Soon, the coffin was buried, and a large grave was piled up on it, and the tombstone was carved and stood in front of the grave.

The crowd simply held a farewell ceremony and then turned back to the village.

The villagers went home separately, and there was no meal, although it was strange, I didn't ask, maybe it was the custom here.

By the time I arrived, it was getting late, and I went back to my room and fell headlong on the bed, feeling not very well.

This uncomfortable feeling doesn't seem to be entirely physical, it's mostly psychological, probably due to having been experiencing too much lately.

Lying on the bed, I began to unconsciously recall that strange memory again-

I remember fighting those skeleton monsters for a long time, and finally I was exhausted, and I could only parry, but I had no power to fight back.

I don't know why the old man attached to me and still cultivated that hell curse, but what is certain is that he definitely took the initiative to cultivate, so he must have some kind of purpose, and I don't believe that he is cultivating for me.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, is it really as Yuetian said, this miscellaneous hair has no intention of returning my body at all? Do you want to keep it for yourself forever?

The last time he told me that his lifespan was only more than 100 years later, I did feel that his expression was a little gloomy, as if he was very unwilling.

I know that the ultimate goal of these cultivators is to become immortals and be immortal, so many Taoist priests in history have refined some elixirs of immortality.

The last time I came to this room, Miscellaneous Mao persuaded me to agree to what he said when he was possessed, saying that there are still more than a hundred years to live, and I am already content, and I will not have any greed, damn, I was too innocent at the time, and I really believed the old guy's words.

Although I agree that he possessed me, not for this reason, it also shows how shameless this old guy is, and what he likes to hear in order to achieve his goal is really extremely inconsistent with his identity.

If so, then he uses my body to practice the curse of hell......

I suddenly understood, he said, if you cultivate the curse of hell, although you can't become an immortal immediately, it will be sooner or later, because after refining it, you already have the qualifications to become an immortal, at most, with the help of some auxiliary cultivation, the time to become an immortal is just around the corner.

So, he wants to use my body to cultivate into an immortal, damn, the more I think about it, the more angry I become, this old guy is really not a good thing, no wonder I think he is a strange person, no matter how you look at it, I can't see through it.

The next memory is similar to the last time I practiced the Hell Curse, but the difference is that it seems that the memory of me is more miserable and painful.

I didn't dare to continue thinking about it, because the process of reminiscing was almost the same as what I had experienced, and I could clearly feel the heart-rending pain, that feeling, it was hell.

I now know why this set of cultivation methods is called the Hell Curse, maybe it's like being tortured in hell.

I wanted to try to fast-forward the memory, to skip the painful process and see what happened after that, but I found that the process was so long that I couldn't bear it, so I had to give up.

No matter what, love is going to be like that, anyway, I'm back in my body now, and no one can take it away. (To be continued.) )