"Uncle, do you know how to get out of here?"

Song Liangliang listened to the whole thing and looked back at the fake heavenly master, hoping to get an answer from him.

The old man shook his head directly, and said to Song Liangliang in a mocking tone: "If I knew, would I still stay here?" ”

However, as soon as his words fell, he heard Zhan Jingyi's sarcastic voice on the side: "Yes, I think even if you know, you won't tell us." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, but saw Zhan Jingyi walking forward slowly, staring at the old man's face, and said with a serious expression: "I have seen you, in the memory of a little ghost." ”

Zhan Jingyi spoke, his eyes looked at the old man's suddenly tense fingers, his heart moved, and he continued: "You said that after the big explosion that year, the corpses were piled up and burned, right! ”

The old man had a cold face and nodded: "Yes, the big explosion was too sudden back then, the air was like a flame, it was quickly ignited, and no one had time to escape." ”

Although the old man's expression was very calm, his hands were clenched into fists, and the joints of the joints were sweating in his palms, seeing this, Zhan Jingyi had basically confirmed the guess in his heart, and smiled coldly: "You are lying." ”

Zhan Jingyi's words, like a sudden mountain, slammed down on the old man's psychological defense, seeing the old man's constricted pupils, Zhan Jingyi continued in an accentuated tone: "You just said that the air suddenly turned into flames, it was a dust explosion, although this explosion is very dangerous, there must be people who are still alive, what about those who are alive?" Tell me, where are they? ”

Zhan Jingyi's words made the old man's tense face finally change, his eyes flickered left and right, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Song Liangliang stood aside, not understanding what Zhan Jingyi was talking about from beginning to end, but after seeing the horror and uneasiness on the old man's face, he felt that this old man was not as simple as he thought.

At this time, Zhan Jingyi stood up, looked at this old man who was already in his prime, and said: "If I guessed correctly, there was a dust explosion at that time, but there were still some people who survived, but the injuries were very serious, whether it was treatment or compensation, these living people were a big trouble, so the easiest way was to burn them all in one fire, just like those corpses." ”

Because Zhan Jingyi had experienced the memory of that little ghost, Zhan Jingyi knew very well that after surviving by luck, he was burned as a corpse, the feeling of despair, struggle, helplessness, and being burned alive in the flames.

"No...... No...... Say no more! ”

It seems that Zhan Jingyi's words have no intention of evoking the memories that the old man is most reluctant to recall, he will never forget, when the flames burned, the flames twisted, the desperate cries, and the picture of struggling hands scratching wildly in the flames.

Every time he thought about it, his whole body could not help but tremble, and he regretted it at that time, burned the factory to pay him, and buried all the charred corpses.

That night he knelt in front of these corpses, kowtowing frantically, and every time he thought of that scene, he felt such tearing pain in his heart, and even for a moment, he even thought of suicide.

But at this time, the true god descended, a strange kingdom of the dead was formed, all the dead were resurrected, and it became an even more terrible hell.

Here, all the dead were the dead, and he was the only one who survived, but for him, it was not a gift at all, but a punishment, torturing his conscience day and night.

In this way, he stayed here, and then slowly realized that not only did he not need to eat or drink, but even his appearance was fixed in old age, and there was no change in any more.

Over the years, he has been searching for the secrets of the entire mining area, and he has tried again and again, only to discover that the lime powder left in the furnace after the factory has been refined will severely corrode the bodies of these walking dead.

For him, this may be the hope of salvation, so he has a new job, which is to transcend these deluded souls, and the way to transcendence......

Just like the little girl on the bed, let her know that she is dead, and die in the way of a corpse.

……

"Brute!"

When Song Liangliang heard this, he couldn't listen anymore, and stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar: "This is your salvation?" You open your eyes and look at her, is what you call transcendence? ”

The girl didn't seem to understand what they were arguing about, but when she saw the old man's face, there was a frightened look in her eyes, but at this time, he still gritted his teeth and quibbled: "Only in this way will she know that she is dead, and only if she is really dead, she will not be trapped here forever, so that she can be reincarnated." ”

When Song Liangliang heard this, he couldn't hold back anymore, and smashed a punch on the old man's face: "NND, you are not exceeding, nor are you saving them, you are just finding an outlet for your ashamed conscience." ”

What is hell, when the human heart turns to evil, that human heart is hell.

Compared with those heinous bad people, what is even more disgusting is that they are the kind of people who are in the name of goodwill, but they are secretly doing harmful, and even praise it for this reason, accumulating virtue and doing good.

Just like those who release poisonous snakes, snapping turtles, and even piranhas in parks and rivers, it seems that they can complete the purification of their souls by posting a circle of friends and reciting Amitabha Buddha on their lips.

As everyone knows, their actions have seriously damaged the entire ecology, but they have done too much evil, which is disgusting.

At this time, obviously, Song Liangliang's fist was not enough to wake up this stubborn old guy.

Spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, the old man argued: "No! No! I'm overpowering them, they're dead, why are you still here as a coolie, still staying here, still being driven, I'm rescuing ......"

"Shut up, she's alive!"

However, Zhan Jingyi's next sentence made the old man and Song Liangliang stunned at the same time.

"What?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and he didn't dare to believe his ears, but he saw Zhan Jingyi walk up to the little girl and said, "She should be a person who has not been here for a long time, and her body is seriously shrinking, but she is not dead." ”

Before, Zhan Jingyi stroked the girl's bones with his fingers little by little, and found that although this little girl was dying, she was really a living person.

"Living! She's still saved! ”

Song Liangliang didn't even think about it, and he was about to emit the Holy Light Technique. But at this time, he was stopped by Zhan Jingyi: "It's useless for you to do this, her skin and muscles on the outside are dead, only the internal organs still maintain a little vitality, if you want to save her, listen to me." ”

Zhan Jingyi said, pulling out a short knife from his waist, the silver blade causing the surrounding air to suddenly decrease.

Looking at the short knife in his hand, Zhan Jingyi suddenly thought of Qi Mengying for some reason, this short knife was still from her, and the fat pig's head was cut off by this short knife.

The blade is as thin as a cicada's wings, flashing with a cold silver light, like the reflection of the lake under the moonlit night, quiet and mysterious, light and hard, as if condensed with endless sharpness and strength.

The texture of the blade is extremely delicate, and after countless times of grinding and quenching, its sharpness has surpassed ordinary cognition. With a single stroke, whether it's tough leather or heavy metal, it can be easily cut like paper.

Since Zhan Jingyi got this short knife, he has used it very often, every time he meets the enemy, every time he swings, he seems to feel the air being silently split under the blade.

This time, with this knife, with his understanding of the human body, as well as his precise knife skills, coupled with Song Liangliang's holy light technique, he may really be able to save this little girl.

"Thousands of rivers and mountains are always love, can you vote for me!"