In the land of Antarctica, on the square of the famous Leiyin Temple, there is now a river of blood and corpses all over the field.

An "old" woman with white hair bent over, her clothes red with blood and a small leather bag in her hand, stood alone in front of the corpses of the monks.

She no longer had the strength to recover from her injuries, and the knife marks from her left eye to her right chin were deep and bone-inducing, making her scalp tingle, and the long knife inserted in her right chest was still trembling slightly with her body, as if it indicated something.

Blood was flowing down the hem of his trousers, forming a small puddle. She seemed to be unconscious, trembling hands, and untied the leather bag in her hand, which contained beads of unknown material.

Her eyes were a little wandering, as if it was caused by excessive blood loss, or maybe she was really reminiscing about the past.

For more than 100 years, in order to collect this string of beads, she has set foot on almost every piece of land in this country, witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties, and also saw the development and progress of human civilization.

Now she's going to die here, but she doesn't regret it.

People always have to pay for their mistakes, and so does she, if, if she wasn't so stubborn at the beginning, then the end....

But there is no if, so she has experienced hardships that ordinary people can't imagine at all.

She's going to get this string of beads together, she's going to resurrect that man, the man who makes her unforgettable.

I don't know when the sky started to rain, and the woman walked slowly on the steps of the main hall of Leiyin Temple, and the white jade steps flowed bright red bloody footprints and lines of blood.

As soon as she stepped onto the front desk of the main hall, the closed door of the main hall slowly opened.

A group of red-robed monks slowly walked out of the door, supported by an old monk with long beard and mopping the floor, gray temples and wrinkled faces.

There were about forty or fifty monks, and the woman in front of the hall seemed to be a little desperate, because she didn't even have the strength to take another step now, so she could only stand there with difficulty, so as not to let this broken body lie down, and she wanted to fight again.

The old monk at the head walked up to the woman tremblingly, recited the Buddha's name softly, and then said:

"Donor, why do you bother?"

The woman smiled, but her pale and hideous face showed a very incongruous smile, and the smile was like a girl, so innocent, so beautiful.

A smile and a hundred peanuts are nothing more than that.

"I just want to save him!"

The short five words came out of the woman's mouth, the words were clear and sonorous.

The old monk looked at the famous woman, and then at the corpses of the many monks in the square, sighed, and said:

"I can't save you, how many more killings do you have to create?"

In the past hundred years, all those who died at the hands of women were famous people, which caused her to change color in this world, and it was not that there were no righteous people who surrounded and suppressed her, but women cultivated to the heavens and were good at concealment, so they have not succeeded.

"You're the last one!"

The woman spoke slowly, still five words.

When the old monk heard this, his cloudy eyes actually shot out of semen, and he looked directly at the woman and asked:

"Is that true?"

The woman didn't speak, just nodded.

"Although you have killed countless people, you have never hurt the mortals of the world, all of them are famous people, and you are also true to your word, I believe in you, for the sake of the common people in this world, what if I sacrifice my life to become a benevolent."

When the monk next to him heard the old monk's words, he immediately begged bitterly, asking the old monk not to believe in women.

"You don't want to persuade me again, I have made up my mind!"

After speaking, he slowly sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.

The old monk understands that the warrior monks in the entire temple have not been able to surpass women, let alone them, and even if they try their best to kill women, I don't know how many monks will die.

In the wailing of the monks, the old monk who chanted the scriptures lowered his head slowly, and the scriptures stopped.

Knock knock knock....

Nine low bells rang inside and outside the Leiyin Temple.

The old monk passed away.

At this moment, the woman couldn't hold on any longer, her body fell straight forward, but the leather bag in her hand still didn't let go, as if it was more important than life.

She slowly crawled to the place where the old monk had passed away with her elbow holding the leather bag, and the knife inserted in her chest directly penetrated her chest after falling to the ground just now, leaking out of her back.

Blood was flowing, life was flowing, but she didn't care anymore.

When it finally arrived, the monk's body had gradually disappeared, and only a gray bead remained on the ground.

The woman picked up the beads, then slowly poured the remaining beads in the leather bag together, and finally watched quietly, as if waiting for something.

The rain seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and there was not a trace of wind in the gray sky, and the rain on the ground washed away the blood shed by the monks in the square, but it could not be brushed up, and blood kept flowing from the wounds of the corpses.

The woman waited quietly for a long time, but nothing happened, and a pile of beads was still quietly piled on the ground.

The woman began to wonder if the method that the female Taoist aunt said a hundred years ago was deceiving her.

She became a little flustered and at a loss for what to do.

At this moment, a thunderbolt pierced the sky and hit the open space in the square, and the jade stones on the square flew wildly, and blood splashed everywhere.

The woman looked up at the sky blankly, and after a while, she suddenly smiled, a very presumptuous, desperate smile:

"Hahaha, is that so, why, why can we only live one ....."

The woman's almost crazy laughter and hideous cheeks caused the weeping monks around them to get up and retreat one after another.

The rain was still falling, and it seemed to be fighting against the blood in the square, and it never stopped.

"Then I want him to live!"

After laughing wildly, the woman seemed to have compromised, and after saying these five words, her body instantly bounced, and she didn't care about the small pile of beads that she regarded as life, and flew directly to the center of the square that was struck by lightning just now in the heavy rain.

The rain was heavier, like the heavens bursting the embankment, and like the water of the Milky Way rushing down.

The woman in the rainstorm looked so desolate and helpless at the moment, she just looked at the pile of small beads in front of the temple hall so quietly, her eyes revealed endless nostalgia and reluctance.