"Old thing, stealing good stuff again? It's good luck that you weren't killed. ”

The withered and old face of the half-tengu came to a small restaurant in the corner, ordered a few simple side dishes, and was sneered at by others.

Bantengu shrank his head and said, "What are these words, I just took some money from those who have no worries about food and clothing." ”

"They're so rich, it's okay to give me some."

"And helping a weak family like me live, it can be regarded as accumulating a little virtue for them, God knows how many bad things those people have done to be so rich."

The people around him also knew that Bantengu, an old thief with a wrong outlook, was amused by his words.

"What, do you think stealing is worth showing off?"

"It turns out that other people's money is also stolen by doing bad things like us."

"Do you still feel that you have done a good deed?"

“.......”

This small restaurant in the alley is mostly filled with criminals, mostly thieves, robbers and fraudsters.

But none of these peers can afford to look down on the half-day dog.

Because they know that they are sinning, but they know that it is wrong, but their lives have rotted like this, and they are powerless to change the status quo, so they can only continue to maintain it.

But Bantiangu is different, he is a bad old thief, who goes to other people's houses to steal things, and has to poop on the owner's bed, killing people's pet cats and dogs.

The most egregious time was when Bantengu poisoned the food of a family of five, poisoning two old people, two young people, and a child.

These things are known to everyone around, but because they are all criminals, no one reports them.

Bantengu was also lucky, and the executive in charge of public security turned a small incident into an ordinary food poisoning, allowing Bantengu to escape one.

But if you're bad, you're bad, there's no good guy here.

Half a day dog is bad and doesn't know it, which makes his peers disgusting,

He has always thought that he is a weak and kind old man, and it is the other party's bad to steal and kill.

What he stole was what he thought was the things of the wicked, and what he killed was the life of the man he thought was the wicked.

But his peers knew that the wicked man in the eyes of the half-tengu was probably just a look of contempt when he was begging.

"I'm not the same kind of person as you, so there's nothing to talk about."

Faced with a bunch of ridicule, Bantengu shook his head and hurried away after eating, he was afraid of being beaten.

That night, in the dead of night.

() () Half a day dog looked for a house, and felt that the other party's yard was very large and the house was very large, and he must have used bad means to get it, and he came up with the idea of stealing.

Secretly looking inside, the dog found that the people here were actually open, and he became happy, and tiptoed into the door in the dark.

I didn't take two steps when a dog barked suddenly.

"Wang!"

A black shadow swooped down, biting the calf of the half-tengu.

"Dog, let me go!"

Seeing that the lamp in the room also turned on with the barking of the dog, and the calf was in severe pain, the dog was frightened for a long time, and then took out a sharp blade from his waist and stabbed it into the neck of the black dog.

Blood came out, and the black dog's eyes gradually lost their vitality, but a mouthful of fangs still bit the dog's calf fiercely.

At this moment, the owner of the house came out, a woman of about thirty years old, with a delicate countenance.

As soon as she looked up, Bantengu noticed that she saw her own face.

"Ah, catch the thief!"

Hearing this shout, Bantengu quickly tore the black dog's mouth open and staggered out.

"I want to run, I have remembered what you look like, kill my dog, you are dead."

After seeing the death of the domestic black dog, the hostess was full of regret and anger, and shouted at the fleeing half-heavenly dog.

On the other side, Bantengu was ready to escape, but as soon as he came out of the courtyard, he heard the shouts of the hostess.

His face was wrinkled together, and fear was written.

"What should I do, if she goes to sue me, she will definitely be beaten up in the commission......"

Bantengu knew that these rich people were capable, and after seeing his face, he would definitely let the people who followed him come and arrest him.

In an instant, evil was born to the side of the gall.

He lowered his head, looked at the blade that flickered with cold light, and turned back.

After a while, a scream sounded, and Bantiangu grabbed the knife and quickly fled the scene.

The next day.

At the dilapidated wooden house where he was hiding, the wooden door was violently kicked and shattered, and five or six of the commissioners came in and punched and kicked the stunned Hantengu, and then, finding the sharp blade used by the Hantengu, dragged him to a little girl like a dead dog.

"Is that him?"

The little girl sobbed, ducked behind a man in fear, and nodded slightly.

"It's this bad guy who killed my mother....."

It turned out that when Bantengu attacked the hostess, he did not see a small figure lying by the window, watching his murder.

() () The person who followed looked at the little girl's appearance raised his fist and smashed it into Bantengu's abdomen, causing him to arch his body like a prawn in pain.

"Don't fight, if you beat me again, I'll die, whoever will save me, the people who follow it will kill someone."

He cried at the top of his throat, attracting many onlookers.

Seeing that there were more people, because they didn't want to be pointed at, the people who followed it stopped beating and put Bantengu up.

"You're screaming so hard now, and when it's time for the execution table to strangle you, I hope you can still scream."

The human and physical evidence are all there, and the dog is dead for a long time.

Hearing that he was going to be executed, the dog immediately begged bitterly, saying how pitiful he was, and that he was forced to do things, but he only laughed coldly.

After that, on the day of the execution table.

For a long time, the dog shrank in fear, tied a noose around his neck, and waited for death to come.

However, a man dressed in high-end clothes and with a straight figure came to the execution table.

Onimai Tsuji Muru felt that the scared look of the nose and tears on the face of the dog was amused, and chuckled.

"So afraid of death, then I'll give you a chance."

Far away, a drop of blood shot into the mouth of the half-tengu.

"Execution!"

At the sound of the order, the wooden plank under his feet suddenly opened, and the body of the dog fell down, wrapped around the neck with a noose, and hung in the air.

He kicked his legs and trembled uncontrollably.

After a while, everyone present exclaimed.

"His head fell off, it's scary."

"Can a hanged person hang his head off?"

“.......”

In the frightened or excited gaze of everyone, the headless body that fell to the ground suddenly cracked, turning into two first-born and two-horned demons, roaring and rushing towards the crowd.

In an instant, flesh and blood splattered, and the two ghosts were like tigers entering the flock, killing wantonly.

Soon, the execution table turned into a human purgatory, and among the broken corpses, a small shrunken half-tengu with blood-red eyes kept devouring, and the two ghosts were guarding the left and right, vigilantly looking at the onimai Tsuji.

Seeing this situation, Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi, who had watched a good show, flashed a ray of approval in his eyes and clapped his hands.

"You can awaken the blood ghost technique as soon as you become a ghost, and it's a good seedling."

"In the future, the ghost of the moon should have a place for you."