The bamboo cane in his hand was gone, and the man's arms shook and floated up again.

Wusheng didn't move, his hands didn't move, and the gun in his hand didn't move.

Fluttershy gestured to the man, "He looks like he's going to fight you again?" What are your plans? ”

Silent without life.

He walked like a stone statue down the cold street, leaving here as if he didn't want to stay here anymore.

This place had made him extremely disgusted, extremely annoyed.

"You can't go."

There was not much clothing on his body, and after being soaked in the cold water of the lake, it looked even more ugly, clumsy, and unbearable, and the goose feather on his cheek had not been removed.

He suddenly beckoned, staring coldly at Wusheng.

The line of beggars suddenly fixed around Wusheng like a withered bamboo, motionless like a withered branch, with an expressionless face, staring at Wusheng like a withered branch.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, the stone statue motionless, the stone statue silent.

He didn't seem to have changed in the slightest, and he didn't seem to be too lazy to change.

Fluttershy is different, she looks like she's about to explode.

She shook her cloak and looked at a dozen beggars, "They won't give up, you still ......." ”

Silent without life.

There is no bamboo cane in my hand, and it is the same whether there is one, because I don't need a bamboo cane anymore.

A person who seeks death does not need any weapons, it is enough for others to have weapons in their hands.

There was already a look of pleading in his cold eyes, "Why don't you kill me?" Isn't my kung fu good? ”

Silent without life.

"My kung fu is second to none in the beggar gang, and I am so good that I won't insult your gun."

Silent without life.

"It's my honor to die at the hands of the Spear God, so don't shirk it."

There was no speech, and the gun in his hand did not move.

The empty eyes did not change in the slightest, and the dozen or so beggars did not leave, standing like withered bamboos.

They seem to have really become withered bamboos with no green leaves and no vitality, withered bamboos that are not praised, liked and loved by the world.

Ugly, bad, and pitiful withered bamboo.

Fluttershy is already pitying them, and she stares pitifully at Wusheng, her eyes blinking.

"My crazy beggar will never insult your gun, you better shoot, otherwise you will ......."

Wusheng suddenly stared at the mad beggar, "What would have happened otherwise?" ”

"Otherwise, you won't be able to leave, even if you die." The mad beggar no longer stared at Wusheng, but at the gun in Wusheng's hand.

Silent without life.

"You don't have a choice, and I never give anyone else a choice."

Silent without life.

His eyes suddenly stared at and poked at his gun again, and the black tip of the gun did not tremble.

It didn't seem to want to kill the man.

The mad beggar laughed madly and threw himself at the gun in Wusheng's hand, and the pitch-black gun was not far in front of him.

He was close to death.

At this moment, his body suddenly fell heavily not far away, and he could no longer stand up.

stared at the yellow-robed Taoist in a daze, the dust in his hand swayed gently, and a sneering and unshaven smile had floated on his cheeks.

The yellow-robed Taoist stared at the mad beggar coldly, and smiled coldly, "You want to find a gun god to shoot?" ”

His voice was more sneering and unscathing, but vicious and resentful.

Fluttershy is going crazy, but who is she? What are you going to do here?

A group of people suddenly appeared on the cold and cold long street, and they actually walked over carrying a coffin.

The coffin has been put down, and the yellow robe suddenly bows his head, "The yellow robe is a real person who is a clumsy disciple in the lower Qing Dynasty, and I have come to ask the spear god to take action and send me back to the west." ”

He said it sincerely, simply and politely.

The mad beggar beckoned, and the dozen or so withered bamboo-like disciples spread out like withered bamboos, towering not far away.

He suddenly pounced on Wusheng and fell to the ground, "Don't kill him with the spear god, I came first, and it is only moral to kill me first." ”

Silent without life.

He stood as tall as a stone statue, motionless as a stone statue.

Fluttershy is going mad, staring at them on their knees one by one, each more desperate than dead, each more sincere than the other.

They seem to be in a hurry to reincarnate, isn't that any good? She couldn't figure it out.

The yellow-robed real man suddenly sneered and faced the mad beggar, staring at the mad beggar, "The gun god won't kill you, you still know each other and leave as soon as possible, so as not to be bored." ”

The mad beggar suddenly grabbed him and stared at the yellow-robed real man viciously, "Why can't you kill me?" ”

The yellow-robed real man smiled coldly, "Because you don't have a trace of sincerity, and you are not prepared, and you are doing it with the spear god, let me ask a person like you, will the spear god kill?" ”

The mad beggar touched his face, the goose feather was gone, and his vicious expression did not change at all, "You said I wasn't prepared?" ”

The yellow-robed Taoist nodded, the smile on his face unchanged.

"Okay, I'm prepared

Target. The mad beggar suddenly snatched the sword of the yellow-robed real man, "Look, I'm ready to have it." ”

The real person in the yellow robe was surprised.

He couldn't understand why the mad beggar had taken his sword away, and he was horrified and frightened, but he could only watch.

The mad beggar picked up his sword and stared at the coffin viciously, at the dozen or so coffin bearers, at a dozen necks.

Among the dozen or so people, one of them suddenly collapsed to the ground, vomiting incessantly.

That kind of stare is not something that everyone can bear.

The yellow-robed real man was so angry that he was already panting violently, "You ......." ”

The mad beggar glanced at the yellow-robed real person viciously, and suddenly laughed, "Something that has no interest, a group of unqualified waste, none of them are decent." ”

He suddenly patted the yellow-robed real man on the shoulder, and laughed viciously, "You are the same, all waste, all waste." ”

The yellow-robed real man didn't speak, his cold smile was frozen and stiff, he pointed at the crazy beggar, and opened his mouth to spurt blood.

He was so angry that he was spurting blood.

The mad beggar didn't seem to be excited enough, and slapped the sword he snatched again, "What good sword can a person like you have, is it a waste like you, will the spear god kill?" ”

The muscles on the yellow-robed real man's cheeks twitched violently a few times, his eyes rolled upward, and then he fell, falling into the cold, soft mud.

He was already angry.

The mad beggar suddenly spat at his face and gave him a vicious look.

He suddenly stared at the person next to the coffin, and suddenly drew his sword.

The sword is unsheathed.

He pounced viciously, staring at their necks viciously, and the sword light suddenly floated past the necks of more than a dozen people.

More than a dozen people suddenly fell softly, and when they fell, they didn't move.

Everyone's eyes were filled with fear and unbelief.

The mad beggar suddenly stared at the yellow-robed real person, and gave him a vicious look, as if he was very proud, "Your apprentices are dead." ”

He suddenly grabbed the yellow-robed real person, trembled, and stared at the coffin viciously, "The coffin is mine, not yours." ”

The yellow-robed real man gritted his teeth and tried to squeeze out two words, "You grab the ......." ”

The madman nodded, "You should rest on the side and wait for another way to die." ”

This sentence was like a whip, and the cheeks of the yellow-robed real man twitched even more violently.

The yellow-robed real man gritted his teeth and fell to the ground, unable to control himself in fear, and in an instant, he couldn't do it.

Fluttershy hugs Wusheng tightly and stares at the two of them.

She seemed to have been completely frightened and stunned, why were they so cruel? In order to die under the lifeless gun, he did not hesitate to kill people.

What is the other way he is talking about death?

Silent without life.

He stood as tall as a stone statue, motionless as a stone statue.

There was no trace of emotion in the empty eyes, no trace of pity or sympathy, and no trace of surprise or disbelief.

Staring and poking at the front like a gun.

There was no wind, no rain, and no one on the cold and cold streets.

The madman stared at the long street, which was silent, without a voice, and his face was distorted, deformed, and then fell.

There was a piece of paper fixed on his neck, yellowed paper.

This kind of paper can only be used by the dead, and it is the first one around his neck.

One by one, they floated, and gradually there were more and more.

Wusheng remained motionless, staring and poking at the cold long street.

There was no one on the long street, only paper, and occasionally a few sad cries.

Who is this? Or what the hell?

Fluttershy removed the piece of yellow paper from her body and watched it fall softly, shaking her body, "What kind of paper is this?" ”

"Yellow paper for the dead."

Fluttershy is speechless.

She suddenly stared at Wusheng, and her chest rose and fell even more violently.

Wusheng Rourou hugged her tightly, she seemed to be too scared to breathe, "Don't be afraid, it'll be fine." ”

Fluttershy nods, but that's not what she thinks.

The piece of paper in the mad beggar's neck had been completely stained red, and a dozen people like withered bamboos had already fallen, and they could no longer be seen.

They were completely covered with the yellow paper.

There is no wind, and the fluttering is very weak and even more weird.

What's even more bizarre is the occasional cry, which is not loud, but very long and sharp.

Fluttershy's gaze flutters.

She stared at Wusheng, as if she could only stare at Wusheng, and could no longer speak.

Wusheng stared at her suddenly.

She blinked, barely squeezing out a smile, she wanted to ask who it was, or what the hell it was.

But she opened her mouth, but she didn't say a word.

The mad beggar's body was gradually submerged in yellow paper, but blood stains could be seen.

Suddenly there was a yellow paper

The man moves, and Fluttershy screams and hides on the other side of lifelessness, saliva coming out of the corners of her mouth.

Wusheng sighed, staring at the moving man.

This person may be really wretched, useless, and unlucky.

But why are they looking for lifeless? Find a lifeless to kill yourself? Would you rather die under a lifeless gun?

Have they really lived enough? Tired of living? Don't want to survive anymore?

Silent without life.

The man struggled to his feet, facing the lifeless, with indescribable respect and admiration on his face.

The yellow-robed real person faced the gun in Wusheng's hand, the pitch-black gun.

Joy gradually drifted across his face, and his prayers became more earnest, sincere and sincere.

"In Xia Qing Xuguan clumsy disciple yellow robe real person, I have come to implore the spear god to take action and send me back to the west."

His words were repeated.

There was no life, and there was no blood on that gun.

Fluttershy doesn't understand why he died under this gun. It seems that if you don't die under this gun, you can't be reborn.

The yellow-robed real man slowly approached the gun, the pitch-black gun.

"There is no way to repay the great kindness, and it will be repaid in the next life."

As he spoke, the man suddenly slammed his chest into the head of the gun, crashing into death.

There was no blood on the pitch-black spear head.

Violently, his chest was less than three inches, and his body slipped like mud and fell to the ground.

There was an extra piece of yellow paper on his neck, and his eyes were vaguely sincere and true.

Sigh of nothingness.

At this time, the cry gradually drifted closer, as if it was in the ear, right next to me.

Fluttershy clings to Deathless, tighter.

The words have appeared in the cry, "The gun god is lifeless? ”

This kind of voice is also very weird, mysterious and eerie, as if it is really the faint scream of the unjust ghost in the eighteenth layer of hell.

Wusheng nodded.

"You're not dead yet?"

Wusheng nodded.

"It's not easy for you to be alive."

Silent without life.

"Do you know who I am?"

Wusheng nodded, "The Ghost King is gloomy? ”

Gloomy smiled, and his laughter was the same as crying, which was extremely strange, secretive, and eerie.

"You know me, and you haven't forgotten my name."

"You deserve to be in hell, you shouldn't be here."

The sky grew dark, dim and cold.

The yellow paper fluttered more urgently, and the sound had appeared, but no human figure appeared.

This person seems to have become one with the yellow paper, and he can no longer tell where the person is or where the voice comes from.

"You don't like me coming out?"

Silent without life.

Such a person, such a voice, maybe there are few people who like it, or even none.

No one wants to see this kind of person, and Fluttershy doesn't want to see this kind of voice, she just wants this person to disappear as soon as possible.

"You're not welcome me out?"

Silent without life.

The empty eyes stared and poked ahead, as if they wanted to poke everything in front of them to death, poke to death on the ground.

"But I'm here, and I don't plan to go back when I come out."

Silent without life.

"Even if I wanted to go back, I couldn't go back properly." The eerie, mysterious, and eerie voice was tinged with sadness.

Wusheng didn't understand and didn't speak.

"It's not easy to be a ghost these days, and it's even harder to be a comfortable ghost." There was a hint of sourness in his voice.

Fluttershy is amazed, this person has his own troubles, no matter who he is, as long as he practices kung fu to such a state, there should be very little sadness and sorrow, and there should be none.

Silent without life.

"Actually, I don't want to come and see you." There was a sudden look of helplessness in his voice, the kind of helplessness that penetrated deep into his body and bone marrow.

Silent without life.

"These yellow papers are not for others, but for myself."

Silent without life.

Fluttershy doesn't understand, and doesn't believe it's true, that this man is seeing him off, and that he wants to die under this gun?

"I have come to beg you to kill me and send me back to the West."

At the sound of the words, a withered yellow body had appeared, stopping in front of Wusheng.

Not far from the tip of the gun.

Wu Sheng was silent, staring and poking at the ghost king with empty eyes.

Eerie was stared at by him, standing motionless.

The withered yellow cheeks, the withered body, the withered yellow hair, and the withered hands hold a handful of yellow paper.

With a slight wave of his hand, the yellow paper floated up.

In the other hand he held the sack, big and bulging, and he seemed to bring a lot of it.

He just stood there, motionless.