I'm dead?

No, I'm not dead!

The red-robed old man stood in front of a piece of clear water and green mountains, stretched out his hand to grab the breeze, the breeze slipped through his fingers, bringing the aroma of a tea garden in the distance, the richness of the tea fragrance was unheard of, and there was a refreshing illusion after entering the nose, as if there was a soft echo in the fragrance:

"Put it down, let it go, life is too short, why don't you sing about wine, and persuade you to drink another glass in the laughter of the emperor's hegemony?"

The corners of the eyes of the red-robed old man were moist, yes, this fight has been going on for a lifetime, he has never held up his sweetheart's little hand, nor has he shared the joy of family with his children and grandchildren, in his life, he has been fighting to the death with the court, Tianmen, and famous families, the master is dead, the senior brother is dead, the junior brother is dead, the apprentice and grandson are also dead, and he is struggling like a walking corpse in the land of the Han and Xiluo, what is it for?

"No, don't try to persuade me to give up!"

The red-robed old man shouted, shaking away the fragrance of camellia around him, his eyes showed an obsession, standing on the hillside and looking down, he saw that next to the turquoise blue gurgling river, there was an old ox grazing with his head down, and a shepherd boy with a hanging bun was sitting in the meadow next to the cow, holding a thin bamboo flute in his hand, who is not Huang Zhiyu?

The eyes of the red-robed old man were wide open, he was Yang Qianye who had just died today, he studied the rebirth technique of the blood building all his life, searched all over the territory of the Han Dynasty to find a suitable rebirth object, and even climbed the wall of the Shenjing Imperial City, and fought to death with the inner worship inside, and finally left a scar to steal out a little prince who was less than a year old, but found that the little doll was scared to death, so he had to throw away this little prince and travel the world, but he did not find a suitable rebirth object.

Somehow, the quality of newborns in recent years has become worse and worse, and he had to go to the Xiluo Empire to find those Western barbarian children, but those barbarians are not as good as the people of the Han Dynasty, and the children are even weaker.

"Huang Zhiyu, Huang Zhiyu, hahahaha, I'm here!"

Yang Qianye felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, he was reborn for the first time, he had no experience, he only knew a rough idea in the words of his sister Qingcicada, but everything in front of him was very different from what his sister said, and the junior sister said that there was a white light in the child's meta-consciousness, and there was nothing, as long as he found the child's meta-consciousness and strangled it, he could successfully take it away.

But in front of him, there are mountains and waters, tea and cows, and even a temple on the top of the mountain on the other side of the river, which does not meet the description of the senior sister at all, but Yang Qianye is a budding newcomer after all, and now that Yuan Zhi is in front, where can he still think about it so much, he took a leap of luck, only jumped out three meters away, he clenched his fists with a strange look, and found that the internal force was only one-third left, and it was about six or seven grades, but it was enough to deal with a little cub!

Huang Zhiyu, who was herding cattle and grazing, did not find the old man running down the other side of the river, but held the bamboo flute and played it gently, but he listened to him blow crookedly, and the sound could only be regarded as noise, and this noise was constantly amplified in the space of meta-consciousness, and it was like a magic sound in Yang Qianye's ears, which caused him to be unconscious, and his steps were vague, and he couldn't stabilize his consciousness at this moment, he shouted:

"Huang Zhiyu! Don't blow it anymore! ”

Huang Zhiyu, who was herding the cattle, looked up and saw that it was an acquaintance, he was slightly stunned, and left the old ox and walked towards the temple on the hillside, playing a messy noise while running, and Yang Qianye stumbled in front of the gurgling turquoise river.

"Whoa!"

The river suddenly exploded a huge wave three feet high and swept towards Yang Qianye, and Yang Qianye didn't have time to react before he was swept into the river by the huge waves.

He struggled to use his light skills to tread the waves, but the originally gentle river water exploded like a spirit, and the rising waves churned in the river, wave after wave knocked him into the water, he choked three mouthfuls of water, was furious, slapped the incoming waves with one palm, and rushed towards the opposite bank at all costs.

After tossing for an unknown amount of time, Yang Qianye climbed to the opposite bank exhausted, and happened to glance at the old cow who was grazing, watching the old cow continue to eat grass in a leisurely manner, he was angry from his heart, and the evil was born to the side of the gall, and a finger of blood arrow poked the old cow to the ground, and the old cow fell to the ground with a muffled snort, his limbs kept fluttering there, and his mouth made a near-death hum.

Yang Qianye walked over and pierced the old cow's eyes with a finger, the old cow immediately stopped struggling, he sat in front of the cow corpse, his left hand was clawed and clenched, and the blood on the cow corpse continued to collect in his palm, he looked at the blood, endured nausea and opened his mouth, and the blood drilled into his mouth like a stream.

Ru Mao drinks blood as much as it does.

Yang Qianye, who drank a belly of ox blood, gradually recovered his strength, and walked towards the temple with his legs, the sea of camellia flowers along the way, the boundless aroma entered his nose, he quickly held his breath, looking at the boundless camellia, he really wanted to burn these ghost things that disturbed people's minds.

Thinking of this, he suddenly dodged and dodged the petals of the camellias, the soft white petals with a slight saw-edge edge passed in front of his forehead like a knife, and he reached out and touched the hot forehead, and the blood of one hand.

The blood of the hand rushed back into his body along the seam of his fingernails, and he was about to rush up the mountain peak, but he saw that the camellia around him twisted the stalk in unison regardless of which side, and turned the flower head to his side, he was "watched" by a large field of camellias, and his heart felt weak for a while, is this a monster?

"Whoosh!"

Countless petals smashed into the sky, and a huge white semicircle covered Yang Qianye with all camellia petals, Yang Qianye could only show a frightened look now, staring at the camellia petals that covered the sky and the sun, and roared loudly:

"What kind of monsters are you, the old man has no grievances with you, why do you target the old man everywhere?"

The camellia flowers surged up, the petals and blood immediately burst open, and after a while, a mass of rotten flesh squirmed and combined, and the blood flowed back into the pile of rotten flesh that was cut like a child, and gradually returned to the appearance of Yang Qianye.

"Old man, old man is just here to take a house, why should he be trampled on like this?"

Yang Qianye swooped forward for more than ten meters, and it was a flood of camellias, and then he avoided not in a hurry, and directly turned into a face, so he tossed six times between the face and the person, Yang Qianpage only climbed to the stone steps of the temple with his last breath, he looked up, only to see that the temple door was closed, and there was a plaque "Pudu Cihang", he sat paralyzed in front of the temple to recover his luck, but before he sat down, there was a smell of incense in the temple, and a burst of "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha" Sanskrit chant drilled into the ears, the voice was extremely easy-going and gentle, Without the slightest sense of killing, Yang Qianye's condensed mind was slowly assimilated, he shook his head and shook his head with the Sanskrit singing, and after a while, he suddenly got up and knelt on his knees, his hands prostrate in front of him, his head kept kowtowing at the door of the temple, and shouted in his mouth:

"I'm guilty, I'm guilty, please Buddha cross me, please Buddha cross me!"

I don't know how many times he knocked the stone steps out of cracks, and he got up with blood on his head, watching the blood on the ground slowly crawl towards him, he felt that his heart was about to crack.

"Ignorant child, if you insult me like this, I will strangle you with my own hands!"

He slapped his palms, the temple door was shattered, but the inside was a dark color, not like the holy land of the Buddha, but like the Nine Hells, Yang Qianye had lost his calmness, and roared into the dark hall, waving his hand to scatter the blood-colored red sails that fell down, while roaring:

"Huang Zhiyu, you come out for me, come out! Do you have the ability to humiliate the old man, but don't you have the ability to come out to meet the old man? ”

The shrewd-like Yang Qianye rushed straight to the depths of the main hall, and after walking more than a hundred steps, he suddenly stopped and looked at the familiar scene around him, twelve blood python pillars, and there was a stone sculpture next to each of the two pillars, he looked at those stone sculptures in disbelief, which turned out to be the statues of the owners of the Blood Building.

"I, I'm back in the Great Hall of Resentment in the Blood Building?"

His spirit was already in a trance, lost his way in the hall of great resentment, stumbled around in place, his hands were open, looking at the picture of the previous generations of landlords fighting against the court carved on the top of the palace, he opened his mouth and choked:

"Ancestors and Ancestors, Ancestors and Ancestors, Blood House Xiaokou, Yang Qianpage, I came back to see you, you, are you still there? I'm ashamed! That day, the nine veins of the gate, each treacherous, they killed the slow uncle, and besieged the main building, in order to protect me and the green cicada, the master put down the broken dragon stone with his own hands, the senior brother in order to cover me and my sister, was surrounded by the thief nuns who were silent and micro-built, the little junior brother Xuequan'er, only eight years old, was tied up by the thieves of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple and burned alive in Rongcheng in public! I hate it! I hate it! ”

Yang Qianye covered his heart, and blood kept spurting out of his mouth, these bloods did not crawl back into his body as before, but splashed everywhere, he sprayed I don't know how many mouthfuls, and suddenly fainted in the hall of great resentment, and I don't know how long it took, Yang Qianpage woke up and turned around, and gave himself two loud slaps in the face on the spot.

"Stupid, it's all hallucinations, hallucinations, Huang Zhiyu, you actually tortured me with my blood building ancestors and ancestors, I want to break your body into ten thousand pieces!"

Furious, Yang Qianye continued to rush towards the depths of the Great Resentment Palace, no matter how big the Great Resentment Hall was, there would be an end to it, he rushed out of the hall, but saw a vine giant tower appear behind the hall, and a chain was connected to the cliff behind the Great Resentment Palace, he stepped on the chain and rushed forward, and the cold and biting cold wind hit him from the void on both sides of the cliff, and then let him lie on the iron chain, crawling forward, and when he climbed to the front of the giant tower, he was already stiff, and a layer of frost was formed on his beard.

"It's so difficult!"

The stiff Yang Qianye moved to the small door in front of the giant tower step by step, his hands kept rubbing each other to dispel the chill all over his body, he stretched out his hand to push the door open, there was a light inside, a small crane lamp stood in the center, and a sky-high flame on it emitted the light of red, yellow, blue, green and platinum, the heat wave hit layer upon layer, hitting Yang Qianpage, a familiar scene induced the fear hidden in his heart, and instantly crawled all over Yang Qianpage's whole body like a spider web, he trembled and wanted to get over, but that step was like ten thousand years difficult to cross, The flame in the crane lamp seemed to directly penetrate the epidermis and scorched his soul, making him in a trance, like falling into a wine vat, and pointed to the fat old man who was sitting next to the crane lamp with white hair and wearing a red robe:

"Who are you, why, why aren't you afraid to burn the flame?"

The red-robed old man stood up from behind the case, walked towards him step by step, and when he got closer, Yang Qianye saw his face clearly, the familiar face with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, which can be called a crane-haired childish face, he couldn't be more familiar, but how could this face appear here, he was shocked and retreated, and sat at the door of Shulu, his arms trembling constantly, and his eyes were full of horror and inexplicability.

"You, you, you're a human or a ghost! You, you are already dead, yes, you are dead, bold child, dare to lie to me in the face of my master and uncle, is it unbearable! It's all an illusion, it's all an illusion! ”

Yang Qianye jumped up, and rushed towards the fat old man, the flames in the crane lamp split out and swept over, and instantly burned Yang Qianye into charcoal, his body curled up and fell in front of the fat old man, but he was not dead, and he didn't know if his head was burned out, he actually let out a bad laugh, blood spurted out of his mouth, and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"The holy fire burns my body, my heart is to the holy fire, the world burns freely, and finally the soul of the blood building, uncle, you old man, what a means, he died in Shenjing back then, and he has been dormant for so long, but he has been laid out everywhere, this Chen Zhiyu is your old man's trick, right?"

"I, I'm going to die, don't you tell me the truth to me, your favorite blood boy in the past?"

The fat old man didn't say anything, he just squatted down and stroked the charred head with his hand, and a soft blood light slowly poured into Yang Qianye's Heavenly Spirit Cover, and he felt that the flames that scorched his internal organs were gradually dispelled by this not very powerful, but incomparably pure and gentle blood transformation divine skill, so that he could open his burned eyes and look at the incomparably kind vague figure in his memory.

"Uncle Shi, it's really you, it's really you, woo woo woo, I didn't count that you had already taken away this genius's body, this is really, this is really wrong!"

"Uncle Shi, I'm dying, since your old man is here, the roots of the Blood Building are still there, and Uncle Shi's power in this life has not yet recovered, I should turn my flesh and blood into Dan, I wish you a helping hand!"

Yang Qianye's body shook, and he took the initiative to disperse the Blood Demon Rebirth Technique that was still repairing his body, and the charcoal-like tissue on his body immediately turned into flying ashes and dissipated, leaving only a mass of flesh and blood that was constantly twisting the dantian and gradually collapsed, and finally turned into a blood-red elixir.

This elixir was rolled up by the flame of the crane lamp, and slowly retracted into the crane lamp, but I heard someone in the dark singing in a long voice:

"The soul returns to the holy fire, help me in the blood building, the world is rebellious, all in the Ming Dynasty, the blood demon is reborn, my way is not lonely, hahahaha, my way is not lonely, kill all the eagles and dogs, destroy the Han, the magic opens the sky, only my blood building!"