"Whoosh~"

Ling Xiu became more and more anxious, and this anxiety made him almost turn into a wild beast, rushing towards the cottage, his body like a phantom, and like a wind, leaving the monks and them far behind.

In the past, when the director of the welfare home died, he also felt like now, uneasy, anxious, and worried, as if his whole heart had been hollowed out, and tears involuntarily overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and he only felt incomparable sorrow. He hopes that all this is his delusion, that everything is okay in the cottage, and that Honghong is still alive.

Running wildly, like lightning!

Finally returning to the cottage ten minutes later, Ling Xiu's heart trembled as he smelled a smell of blood wafting from the cottage.

His pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had been shocked, and he walked towards the cottage in despair, and as far as his eyes could see, there were all villagers who were lying in a pool of blood, including the red-hooked nose teenager who had been taught by Ye Liangchen before, his body was covered with blood, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't blink to death.

Bloody images, miserable corpses, and the smell of blood......

Everything says one thing.

The cottage was slaughtered!

Ling Xiu's eyes trembled, and he walked towards the red wooden house step by step.

Suddenly, a bloodstained hand grabbed his foot, and when he looked down, it was the fortune teller Jiang Tao.

Jiang Tao's face was covered with blood, he gasped for breath, raised his head and said in despair and sorrow: "Evil, evil...... Evil ...... Ah......h

The voice was hoarse and painful, and after speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood and died with his head tilted.

Ling Xiu kicked his hand away and continued to walk towards the red wooden house, the door of the wooden house was hidden and it was pitch black inside. Trembling and raising his hand, he pushed open the door, and the light shone in along the door frame, and when he saw a pair of petite feet lying on the ground, his heart trembled violently, and he subconsciously stopped pushing the door.

After a brief pause, he shouted Honghong's name as if he had lost his mind.

Blood, blood in a land!

Honghong lay in a pool of blood, her little face pale and devoid of any vital features, and blood flowed from her broken head.

At this moment, the soul seemed to be pulled out of the body in an instant, Ling Xiu knelt on the ground with a "plop", trembling and stretched out his right hand to touch Honghong's pale face, there was no temperature, and his fingertips felt cold, piercing cold.

Tears slipped silently, and my heart ached like tears!

In the morning, Brother Ling Xiu called his little girl, like a beautiful flower, what a lovely person, what a pitiful little elf.

Why?

Why is the world so cruel?

Ling Xiu lowered her head in pain, and found that Honghong's right hand was holding something tightly, and when she opened it, it was a candy, which was given to her by pigskin, and she didn't eat it all at once.

"Honghong, no matter who it is, Brother Ling Xiu promised you that he would definitely let him die a good death!"

From his pocket, he took out the panda mobile phone charm and gently placed it on Honghong's chest, this is a peace charm, if Honghong hadn't given it to him, maybe Honghong wouldn't have died.

What a stupid girl!

Ling Xiu raised his arm, wiped away the tears from his eyes, and stood up calmly, the blood in his body was flowing faster, and the aura on his body was becoming powerful and gloomy.

"Hahaha......"

Outside, there was a cold and arrogant laughter.

"In my eyes, you don't even have the qualifications to be a waste, you are only worthy of the reptiles on the ground, if I want to crush you, it will be as simple as stepping on ants, and finally ask you again, would you like to be my subordinate?"

Ling Shuo was wearing a black gown, the neckline was slightly open, the cuffs were rolled up to the middle of his arms, revealing wheat-colored skin, and a pair of triangular eyes exuded a chill like a poisonous snake, staring at Ye Liangchen, Sleepwalking and the others who were beaten by him and vomited blood and fell to the ground in a condescending posture. His face was dripping with blood, and the blood was not his, it was all from the villagers, and it was red.

Next to Ling Shuo, there was a trembling, pale monkey, the other three people who had followed Ling Shuo were gone, and now he was the only one left.

There was a trace of blood at the corner of Ye Liangchen's mouth, his pupils were green, and there were blood vessels in the corners of his eyes, but even if it was a mutant form, it couldn't compete with Ling Shuo.

He glanced around, all of them were lifeless villagers, familiar people, now they were separated by yin and yang, he glared at Ling Shuo hatefully, and let out a crazy laugh: "You want us to be your subordinates, dreaming!" ”

"Even if it's a ghost, we won't let you go."

"Come on, kill us, we're not afraid of you."

"I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations, and I curse you not to die well!"

The three men who followed Ye Liangchen were stunned and shouted at Ling Shuo.

"A group of people who don't have their brains open!"

Ling Shuo sneered, and his right hand slowly condensed into a scarlet sword, and the awe-inspiring aura that emanated from it seemed that even space could be cut.

Ye Liangchen and his entourage's eyes trembled, because the vast majority of the villagers died under this disembodied but extremely sharp knife.

"Since you don't open the light, let's all die!" Ling Shuo smiled coldly, and murderous intent surged out of him.

"Bang~"

At this moment, the door of a wooden house broke away from the door frame and slashed through the sky like a disemboweled arrow, smashing towards Ling Shuo with an incomparable momentum.

The air was rubbed by the wooden door and made a "sigh" sound, just by feeling the momentum of its flight, you could perceive the terrifying power it was enveloping, if ordinary people were hit by its edge, they would definitely spit blood and fly out.

Ling Shuo was startled, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Space Confinement!"

A cry came out of his mouth, and there was a ripple in the space, and the speed of the wooden door that was flying towards him decreased sharply, and finally stopped in front of him as if it had come to a sudden brake, and the edge of the door was less than twenty centimeters away from his eyes.

"Ling Shuo !!"

A vicious roar exploded, and a figure burst in, like a wild buffalo running wildly, approaching Ling Shuo strongly.

A large pale and bloodless hand with black nails extended over, completely ignoring the wooden door that was imprisoned in mid-air, and poked towards Ling Shuo's neck. The wooden door was crumbling like papier-mâché under the big hand.

Ling Shuo's face was panicked, a chill ran down his spine, and his feet slammed into the ground, jumping backwards like a spirit monkey.

But the hand of Shura, which seemed to come from hell, was still grabbing at his neck fiercely, and by the time he stabilized his body, it was already less than ten centimeters away from his neck.

"Space Confinement!" In a panic, Ling Shuo hurriedly used this ability.

But the big hand only stopped for a short time, and then broke through the confinement of space with a "clang", and five fingers were like five blades, tearing fiercely towards his neck.

"Damn, how is this possible!"

Ling Shuo never thought that the spatial confinement ability would be ineffective against this person, and before he could react, there was a "stab" sound, and a large piece of flesh and blood on his neck was torn off by this big hand, and the blood flew up, and the sharp pain surged into his brain.