Dead.

The dead silence seems to be a tomb, not a ruined temple.

The wanderer waved his hand, and the others gradually departed, leaving the place.

He stared at Wusheng, staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand.

Pale hands, pitch-black guns.

The hand did not move, and the gun did not move.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

His person seems to be a gun, and the gun is himself, and the wanderer can no longer tell whether this person is a gun or a person, and whether this gun is a person or a gun.

A pitch-black cloak, a stone-like man, and spear-like eyes.

The hard, cold, and heartless cheeks seemed to be made of stone, without a trace of emotion, without a trace of human touch.

"Are you deaf?"

The wanderer was silent, already shaking his head.

"You're very well-behaved?"

The wanderer gritted his teeth and nodded.

"If you're a robber, you have your own way, don't you?"

The wanderer gritted his teeth and nodded.

There was more blood pouring from the corners of his mouth.

"Your way is gold, silver, jewelry, and beautiful women?"

"Yes."

"It's just harmony and wealth, and everyone is happy, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"You don't get gold, silver, jewelry, and beautiful women now?"

"Yes."

"You have lost the word, the way of the robbers."

"Yes."

"What are you going to do?"

The wanderer gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He was speechless, because he really couldn't say what to do or what to do.

"Whoever transgresses the way of this robber will be punished?"

"Yes."

"It doesn't matter who it is."

"Yes, it's either God, it's evil spirits, and evil spirits will go to the oil pot."

"You treat all your guests the same?"

"Yes, it's all the same, it hasn't changed."

"Good."

"What does it mean to be good."

"It's good that I have a way."

"What is your word?"

"My way is a duel."

The wanderer was silent.

Wusheng is silent.

Their words have come to an end, and their words have come to an end.

The end of these is a duel, a desperate fight, and then a parting, either your own life or someone else's life.

There is no room for negotiation, not at all.

This is the rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes are like this, so the Tao is not the same, and they do not conspire with each other.

The sword flashed, and the killing intent in his eyes was already fluttering.

Either kill someone else, or kill yourself.

Sometimes there are other people, other people who can't be seen.

Suddenly there was a scream outside the temple, a terrible and inhumane scream.

There was no wind, and the smell of blood outside was even stronger, so thick that it made people crazy, collapsed, and disgusted.

Who kills people out there? Who did you kill?

For what?

Cold sweat has flowed from the corners of the wanderer's forehead, and it rolls down like a bean.

The hands gradually became unsteady, gradually gasped, the body gradually trembled, the heart in the stomach gradually became bitter, the intestines trembled, the stomach contracted, and I wanted to vomit.

But he still has to force himself to control, to control his body, to control everything about himself.

The sword light has shaken, and the killing machine has twitched.

He's done playing.

His heart seems to be wasted, and his heart seems to be no longer murderous.

Wusheng sighed and said nothing.

Turning around like a stone statue, he walked towards Yang Qing and stretched out his arm.

Yang Qing jumped in and jumped in softly.

Lifeless walked outside.

Standing like a stone statue, his eyes staring and poking at the front.

There is only death ahead, only parting.

When they fell, they did not stand up, but they were bleeding, and the bloody blood suddenly stained the earth red, and the bloody red, and suddenly the feet suddenly became bloody, bloody earth.

The land of rivers and lakes, the ominous place, the place of losing one's life, the place of burying bones, the place of losing souls,......, the place of parting.

The wind is soft, the chill between heaven and earth has not diminished, but the gloomy and strange color is even stronger.

The low-hanging sunlight has no heat, it does not make people feel disgusted, bored, or bored, but only makes the living want to go crazy, collapse, and then collapse.

And what about the dead?

What do the dead feel? What do you think?

Maybe they don't feel it, they don't feel it, they don't have the right to enjoy it all.

Because they have parted, they will not be reunited, nor will they want to be reunited.

Perhaps because of this, life is noble.

The fallen leaves on the dead branches fluttered, and the earth was immediately integrated when it landed, and I didn't want to part with the earth, this bloody earth.

Just like an ordinary person, once he is dyed with the blood in the rivers and lakes, he will never want to part with the rivers and lakes, and he will always be integrated with the rivers and lakes, and he cannot get out of it, even if he dies, he will not think about it, because when a person dies, he is also a ghost in the rivers and lakes.

This is the rivers and lakes.

I don't know if this is human sorrow or human misfortune.

Success is also a river and lake, defeat is also a river and lake, death is also a river and lake, and life is also a river and lake.

Even if you are tired, bored, powerless, or even panicked, frightened, or tired, you have to face it, this is the only way to live, there is no other choice.

This is the sorrow and misfortune of the people in the rivers and lakes, and it is also their fate.

The blood on his robe was still flowing, and he gasped, as if he had worked hard, tired, tired, weak, and then touched his head.

When others are tired, they choose to lie down, rest well, choose to be happy, and the clouds and rain rise and fall for a while, unload all the hard work and fatigue in their hearts, and feel sorry for their .......

But he is different, he just touches his head, and touching his head seems to be able to unload all his hard work and tiredness.

He doesn't have a single hair on his head, and a person who doesn't have a hair on his head is supposed to be a monk.

A monk should know how to benefit all sentient beings, be compassionate, and be benevolent.

But he is not, on the contrary, killing sentient beings, murderous for pleasure, and murderous everywhere.

The rules and precepts in the temple are not so great, even if you do it with someone, you have to ask the reason, forgive again and again, and then go to fight, fighting is not killing, Buddhism calls it a lion's roar.

Why would he do so much, not afraid of the Buddha's sin? Kick out of the Buddha's door?

The reason is simple, he is not a monk, he just has no hair on his head.

He touched the top of his head, and the top of his head was suddenly stained blood-red, and the head melon cover was already a bloody brain melon cover.

He is the Four Heavenly Kings in the parting spell, the Robe Blood King.

Wusheng hadn't seen him, but he knew this person, this person was not a good person.

People who are not good will not be good at anything, such as killing.

Blood flowed from the lid of his head to his face, and he wiped it, and any of his face suddenly turned blood-red, and there was already a smile on his bloody face.

A smile that is extremely comfortable, extremely painful, extremely satisfied.

It seems that not only is he not a good person, but his problems are not light.

He gasped for a few moments, and then slowly fluttered, and the robe fluttered as well, and the bloody robe was still dripping, and fluttered through their bodies.

It didn't stop, so the blood was still splashing, the bloody blood was splashing indiscriminately, fluttering high, as if it was the lonely, empty prodigal son in the middle of the night, the rootless prodigal son, swaying in the dark and cold streets after the curtain and the clouds and rain, vomiting indiscriminately, vomiting the lonely, empty, helpless emotional ...... in his heart.

The Wandering Ghost suddenly pounced on the Blood King.

The body seemed to have been suddenly ignited by a burst of rage, burning from the back to the brain, and the body seemed to have been burned to the point of twitching violently.

It was as if the brain had been burned out, and it was no longer possible to control itself, nor did it want to control itself.

Now all I want to do is kill the Blood King, and I can kill as much as I can.

The amount of killing in the heart of the wandering ghost may not be normal and understandable.

He didn't seem to regard the Blood King as a human being, but as a tool to vent his anger, like a prodigal son in loneliness and emptiness, rushing into the jade girl in the cold and cruel night, venting his loneliness and disgust, and forgetting a moment of loneliness and emptiness.

The blood was still fluttering and flying.

Their lives are gone, they no longer move, they no longer have a trace of vitality, and they have left in a hurry with panic and fear.

The parting of the body, the parting of life, the parting of the soul, the parting of the spirit.

All parting.

However, the bloody pleasure on the Blood King's face seemed to be still excited, and it had not been fully satisfied, and his soul had not been fully enjoyed.

If you are not satisfied, if you are not satisfied, you have to continue, so he does not stop.

The bloody robe passed, and the body immediately parted again.

Their bodies had been separated, the upper half had been separated from the lower, but they had been parted again.

What a cruel parting, what a dehumanizing parting.

This is the rivers and lakes, full of cruelty and dehumanization.

Liu ecstasy stood delicately, but he hung his head, as if he didn't want to see such a cruel and inhumane rivers and lakes.

He didn't speak, he didn't move.

Yang Qing held the cloak and hid behind it silently, closing her eyes.

She seems to have been frightened by this bloody rivers and lakes, cruel and dehumanizing rivers and lakes.

I don't want to say a word, I don't want to look at it.

The lifeless stone statue stood erect, straighter than the gun in his hand.

There is still no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, and there will be no emotion. Staring and poking at the front like a gun, there is only the front.

There are rivers and lakes in front, whether it is in front of you or under your feet, they are all rivers and lakes, bloody rivers and lakes, extremely cruel and extremely inhumane.

The rivers and lakes that most people in the rivers and lakes are disgusted, bored and tired of.

The cold wind is fluttering, and the fallen leaves are bleak.

Before the fallen leaves hit the ground, they were suddenly stained red with blood, and they stopped moving when they fell to the ground.

Without a trace of vitality, without a trace of vitality, they seem to have been crushed by sorrow and pain, and the sadness and pain of parting from the branches may only be best understood by themselves.

The sky was gradually beginning to rain.

The rain is not heavy, but it can be more disturbing.

The blood on the ground has gradually been washed away by the rain, and the smell of cruel and inhumane blood still wafts.

fluttering in the hearts ......of this generation of Jianghu people's grievances and grievances.