Whoosh~whoosh~

The cold wind was whistling, blowing even more violently, and bursts of chill kept coming, Xiao He only felt like falling into an ice cave, and his heart also dropped to the freezing point.

The cold wind seemed to be unable to bear what happened to the women, and wanted to give them justice, so it kept blowing past the crouching women, ruffling their hair, and lifting the corners of their dirty clothes, revealing their feet that were tightly covered by the corners of their clothes.

In a flash, a terrifying scene deeply shocked everyone.

Xiao He clearly saw that the woman's feet were bare without a trace of them, as if the flesh and blood had been sucked dry, and the extraordinarily pale skin tightly wrapped the bones.

That dazzling paleness pierced Xiao He's heart.

"They won't...... Impossible, absolutely not ......"

Xiao He tried his best to deny his own speculation, and his eyes involuntarily looked up along the woman's thin body.

The hair, which should have been as green as ink, was infected with dead gray, and the woman's head was buried under the gray mess, and the tattered clothes hid their thin bodies.

The cold wind didn't seem to think that things were shocking enough, so he directly increased his horsepower, blowing away the messy hair at once, and completely showing the woman's hidden face.

A pair of skull-shaped arms, with only skin and bones, rested on half of the woman's cheeks.

Mummy!

It was not a normal face at all, sunken eye sockets, pale skin as withered as tree bark, like a dried corpse dug out of the desert, elaborate Egyptian mummies, intimidating with a hint of sadness.

"Woo~ over there...... Xiao Gongzi, and over there...... Crying sister ......"

Cheng Wan shuddered and tugged at the corner of Xiao He's clothes and pointed to the other side, that was the crying sister she had been thinking about, and now she was also sucked into a mummy.

She was grief-stricken and lay on Xiao He's back, crying for her crying sister's misfortune, and tears soaked Xiao He's clothes.

Xiao He, who was deeply shocked, turned his head stiffly, and he realized that Zhao Jing and Cheng Wan didn't know when, squeezed behind him, avoiding the scene that was like hell on earth.

Xiao He looked in the direction of Cheng Wan's finger, her crying sister was a unique existence among a large number of lying women.

Her pale messy hair, with her skeletal face as withered as tree bark, stood high on her back, and her eyes, which should have been like autumn water, were now two big dark holes.

Under the gaze, Xiao He shook violently, and the dark and rich darkness devoured his mind.

She opened her mouth wide open and screamed silently, as if she was still telling the despair of death with her last life.

Maybe she had expected it when she was caught, but for a weak woman, crying could only be her only means.

With a heavy heart, Xiao He glanced at the audience, and the women in her eyes were in a variety of postures, but all of them had withered faces, frightened expressions, and looked like skeletons.

With the passage of blood, the woman's life was sucked clean, leaving only a dry body, and she was silently taken away from the rest of her life, and came directly to the end of her life.

Their withered faces, with deep sorrow, seemed to lament their unfortunate fate and tell of the hardships of the world.

They are controlled by others for no reason, and they can't resist, such silent sorrow, as well as nostalgia for life, can only be vented on their faces and looks.

"Huh~Huhu~~"

The cold wind that blows from time to time, it is their resentful spirits wandering in the underground space, venting their unwillingness, wanting to avenge themselves and looking for the real culprit who ruined their fate.

The hideous looks, the angry mouths, they are complaining, and they are swearing poisonous with their lives.

With a heart of revenge, they will turn into demons crawling out of hell, and they will return as Yaksha who treads the waves in the abyssal sea of blood.

They want revenge, revenge on all those who trample on their lives.

Xiao He felt like falling into an ice cellar, with chills on his body, muttering to himself from time to time, but he couldn't speak sadly.

"Why is this so?"

The evil stele not only robs people of their vitality, but also turns them into ghosts, constantly torturing them from the physical body to the spirit, and then from the spiritual to the physical body.

watched the vitality continue to pass, from Shaohua to old age, but he couldn't move and couldn't do anything.

Fear, pain, fear, despair, resentment......

All kinds of emotions are staged in turn, but they can't vent it, they can only hold in this skin, which is simply a tragedy in the world.

'Cult, hehe......'

Xiao He said viciously, ignoring the pain of the ten fingers connecting his heart, clenched his fists, and deeply embedded the nails that had been turned over into his palms, soaking his palms with a hint of red.

In my mind, the waves are fierce, the wind is fierce, the lightning is thundering, and the clouds are overturning......

Violence, madness, murderous thoughts...... Constantly breeding in their minds, the power of the heavens and the earth to overturn has not destroyed them, but has become the nourishment for their growth, and they continue to grow.

'These people deserve to die, they all deserve to die...... Wretched...... Funeral ......'

A cold voice kept churning between the wind and rain, first inaudible, and then the sound shook his mind, pressing his mind into nothingness.

Everything was quiet, the waves stopped, the wind stopped, and the thunder disappeared......

'Don't you hate?' Obey your heart, kill them all, and avenge them! ’

'Kill, ......'

'Why don't you do it?' What are you worried about? No power? Can't beat it? I'll give you ......'

"One punch shatters mountains and rivers, and one kick shakes the ...... world"

'Or ...... You're simply cold-blooded and selfish......

'Hehe~ What sympathy, what morality, nice to say, these are just masks you put on......

The cold voice kept echoing in Xiao He's head, and every word was like a sharp thorn, piercing deeply into his heart, stirring wantonly, stirring Xiao He's nerves and tearing apart the darkness in his heart.

"That's enough, shut up for me."

Xiao He's eyes were so stimulated that they were congested and turned red, and the killing intent in his eyes was swallowed from time to time.

'Haha...... You're a hypocrite, hypocrite...... Haha......'

"I am who I am, you have no right to make decisions for me, I ...... They...... They ......"

Some things don't need to be said, just done.

Xiao ...... Son...... Woo~"

Cheng Wan grabbed Xiao He's arm tightly, her crying sister's experience broke her heart, and she continued to cry and sobbed weakly.

"Why? In the peaceful and prosperous era of my Great Song Dynasty, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and there would be such a terrible thing happening, disregarding people's lives and taking people as sacrifices! ”

"Why ......"

Zhao Jing, who has always prided herself on being a woman who does not let her eyebrows, turned pale, muttered to herself, couldn't believe the scene in front of her, and unconsciously climbed up Xiao He's arm with both hands, kneading and pinching vigorously from time to time to vent the fear in her heart.

The sallow face was filled with deep sadness, sad that those women were being played with wantonly in their lives like flowers.

'These are all these people, and they have to sacrifice the lives of so many women for the sake of some holy woman, and they should really be cut with a thousand knives to vent the hatred in my heart, but ......'

Looking at Hu Feng and the others with ecstatic faces, Zhao Jing's anger continued to gush, but she soon became discouraged again, she was now unable to protect herself, and what could she do.

"Uncle Nine...... You can help Jing'er......"

The pain in his arm like a needle prick pulled Xiao He out of the negative emotions in his mind, he gasped for breath, his clothes were wet with sweat, angry, violent, and killing intent hid in the blink of an eye, and returned to clarity.

"Don't go far, look at it, I, Xiao He, swear with my life that I will definitely uproot this cult and avenge you." ’

Xiao He stared at the woman who had turned into rotten bones and secretly swore an oath.

"Now it's officially begun, and the Holy Spirit is about to return! Haha~"

Hu Feng's fanatical voice came, and the excited laughter was particularly harsh.

"What, just getting started?"

Xiao He was shocked, and even Zhao Jing, who was pinching Xiao He's arm and secretly blaming herself, and Cheng Wan, who was sad and uncontrollable, looked over in shock.

'Everyone is dead, and it just begins, what is more outrageous?' ’

Hu Feng grabbed the railing tightly, his green tendons bulged out, and he leaned out nervously, his mouth kept chattering.

"It must be successful."

Even Rat Yi didn't care about Xu Qian, who was sitting paralyzed, leaned out like Hu Feng and looked nervously at the high platform.

"Plop~Plop~"

The well-fed stele seemed to have reached the upper limit of its capacity, red and black, like a heart, constantly beating.

and the saintess shrouded in silver light on the side, with a quiet face, complemented each other, like the sun and the moon.

Maybe it was too greedy and sucked too much, and the stele suddenly slammed down, and the red and black light stretched and stretched for a while, and spewed out violently.

"Bang~"

A pillar of reddish and blackened light burst out of the stone tablet.

The black and red pillars of light collided with the moonlight, and no one let anyone, canceling each other out and blending with each other.

"Boom~" The two pillars of light turned into dots of light, dotted with stars.

"This ...... It can't be true! ”

The overflowing points of light did not dissipate, but converged on the top of the holy woman's head, and as the points of light gathered more and more, an illusory figure appeared.