Song Ciwan and a pair of beast eyes with blood and tears were looking at each other.

The gray mist churned, but the huge body in the mist showed a three-point rickety state, even if it was full of resentment and strange immortality, it seemed to be just a lost lamb who couldn't find its way and where to go.

In addition to hatred, he also has sorrow.

Song Ciwan's voice began to have a firm strength like still water, and she said: "Because your hatred has too many incomprehensions, and her hatred has a clear goal." ”

She knew who her enemies were, so she killed them all. She also hated herself, so she killed herself as well. ”

"A hundred deaths, grievances are over, there is no place for her to be nostalgic here, why does she still want to turn around? I'm afraid she can't wait to see you again for the rest of her life! ”

The body of the beast trembled in the gray mist, and although the thunder in the sky could not be triggered, he seemed to have been struck by a huge thunderbolt.

"Why bother asking? Why complain? ”

"Heaven and earth are left to nature, and nothing is created. What do the joys and sorrows of the world have to do with the sky? ”

"You just don't dare to admit that because of your negligence, you attracted the tiger and wolf into the house; Because you let it go, you raised the gall of children and dogs; Because of your indifference, your own daughter was bullied; Because of your foolishness, the husband and wife are separated...... Do you dare to ask the heavens, ask the ghosts, do you dare to ask yourself? ”

"You don't dare, you're afraid, you can only complain about heaven and earth, and complain about all injustice!"

"Even if there is injustice in the world, the wicked should bow their heads, and there is indeed nothing wrong with revenge, but what is trapped here, so that you cannot be freed, how can it be heaven and earth?"

"That's clearly you!"

It's you, it's yourself—

Song Ciwan's words were actually not repeated too much, but the last sentence "It's you" seemed to naturally generate countless echoes, and the echoes reverberated between heaven and earth, making the giant beast in the gray mist hold the beast's head with its front hooves, and he howled violently again.

"Ahh

It's not the beast that roars, it's the man who cries.

In the battle between people's hearts and hearts, the Void Illusion Demon Sword pierced through the heart, piercing the long-ago soul that lingered here, and dispelling the deep obsession that could not be condensed.

"Is it my fault, is it my fault?" Among the beast's heads, the voice of the urn whimpered and cried, "Little girl, Daddy is sorry for you, Su Niang, I'm sorry for you too...... Uncle, Uncle, Sanzhuang, the elders and villagers in the village, I am sorry for you...... Mother, I'm sorry for you......"

"But God, you don't give people a way to live!"

"First there are natural disasters, and then there are man-made disasters! The officials and gentlemen don't provide disaster relief, and the obstacles must be returned! Why? Why? ”

"I still hate, I hate it, I hate it......"

Even if the obsession dissipates, it is still difficult to settle.

Above the sky, the thunder that had been brewing for a long time finally crackled and fell!

Rumble!

The electric snake pierced the sky, and the thunder lit up the sky.

The giant village chief in the gray mist roared in the sky and danced with the electric snake.

Thunder is everywhere, and fire is raging.

This time, the behemoth in the flames was never regenerated. He roared, whimpered, and cried bitterly, but he held his head himself, curled up in the flames, and was finally burned to ashes.

Even if it is difficult to calm down, you must eventually let go of yourself and others.

The group of victims who caused the disaster in Fugui Village many years ago did deserve it, but now they have fallen into the treacherous realm, and their memories are blurred by the treacherous situation, and the ordinary residents of Suyang City who have been transformed into disaster victims are actually innocent.

There is nothing wrong with weird revenge, but if you kill people again and again, who can say that you are not wrong?

As the Giant Village Chief turned to ashes, flames gradually rose from the soles of the feet of the other Fugui villagers.

This strange realm should be centered on the giant village chief, and when he dissipates, the other villagers will naturally be untied. The fire spontaneously combusted, and gradually joined together.

In the flames, some faces were serene, some were distorted, and some were weeping silently with tears......

A mountain song with simple language seems to be floating in the flames in a trance: "The spring breeze is warm in March, the poplar flowers fall to the ground and the shoots are long, and the Lang catches the penny sister and releases the boat, not afraid ......of the difficult road in the rivers and lakes."

The song is melodious and ethereal, vaguely resounding on the other side of time and space.

At that time, the sky was blue and the sun was warm, at that time people were smiling, when the spring flowers were brilliant, and when the days were long......

A small drop of water envelops a small village, and in the long river of time and space, they splash with the waves for a moment, and then dissipate in the merciless torrent in an instant.

The flames burned out, and the thunder in the sky did not know when it would be quelled. The sky dome is still the blue gray sky dome, and there seems to be something different.

But the scene of Fugui Village in front of him has obviously changed greatly.

Originally, what was shown in Song Ciwan's eyes was a beautiful mountain village of peace and prosperity, but after the flames, only a piece of dry yellow scorched earth was seen.

The mountain is still the same mountain, but there are only strange rocks on the mountain, and the grass and trees have long been gone.

The river is still the same river, but the riverbed has long since dried up and cracked, and naturally there is no murmuring of flowing water.

The small village by the mountain and the river is only ruined and ruined, and there are some messy house frames, weathered in the erosion of time.

The weirdness of Fugui Village has also been burned into nothingness, but there are many swollen human beings lying on the ground-

These are naturally the residents of Suyang City who have fallen into this place inexplicably with the great changes of Bibo Lake before.

The weirdness dissipated, and some people's memories were revived.

The fastest memory recovery is also the batch that used to eat meat slowly and eat less.

For example, Aunt Zhou, she didn't eat a bite, and at the moment when the weirdness dissipated, she exclaimed: "Where is this?" I—How did I get here? No, no, isn't this a rich village? I ......"

She has not forgotten the experience of Fugui Village, but her memory is a little confused, and Aunt Zhou can't come back to her senses for a while.

As she exclaimed, more people stood up one after another, and they were also exclaiming.

Unlike Aunt Zhou, these people who have eaten meat have a somewhat vague memory since they ate meat, so what they recover is the memory before they fell into the strange realm.

Most people only know that they were inexplicably involved in this place by the blue wave lake, and as for what happened later, they are actually confused.

Someone held up his fat belly and exclaimed, "Why am I here?" I...... Vomit! ”

As he spoke, a foreign body sensation suddenly surged in the person's throat, and he opened his mouth and vomited.

With this spit out, a pile of white flowers poured out of his mouth.

Looking closely, the fat white objects that fell to the ground were still stacked and writhing, and an indescribable rancid smell diffused from them.

Someone cried out in panic: "Ah! It's maggots! You—You're spitting out maggots...... Vomit! ”

The exclamation didn't have time to say more disgusting words, and then vomited.

The same pile of white fat objects spit out of this mouth.

Then more and more exclamations rang out, followed by vomiting and more and more fat objects.

Aunt Zhou's scalp was numb, and she hurriedly quietly moved out of the crowd.

But when I saw that outside the crowd, I didn't know when a mediocre-looking little lady stood quietly.

This little lady is Song Ciwan, she just took advantage of the crowd to retreat behind everyone, and quickly pinched a new face for herself.

When Aunt Zhou came over, she was looking at the several harvests that Tianli had just collected.

And when the giant village chief turned to ashes, a little magic flame that came out of the gray smoke!