"I'm afraid of being lonely when I die, and I'm not afraid of shouting if I'm discovered, so that the donor can run away, but the donor remembers to go to the next yard and call my master, and he will sleep in the next yard." After the little Zen master finished speaking, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Ranger was silent for a while, and he already thought about it in his heart.

I'm afraid that the living corpse is the little monk's master, or the little monk's master has been solved by the living corpse.

"Let me tell you something, people, nothing is important to be alive, you must remember, if the monster comes, we will run separately, I will call you master, you go call the people in the village. ”

"Why can't I call Master......"

"Are you stupid? You are such a small one, you go and call your master, and your master wakes up and eats the monsters? Or does your master want to protect you? Unless I can run out and call your master, I can't get the two of us." "The ranger is serious.

The little Zen master was a little confused, but he still nodded and mumbled, and then he didn't say a word.

The fog of the night slowly filled, and the whole courtyard, which was already dark and almost invisible, was now even more invisible, and the fog penetrated into the house through the crack in the door, and the darkness that could still be felt became viscous.

A heavy footstep sounded slowly, and the little Zen master's hand suddenly tightened, and the whole person began to tremble continuously. The ranger only gently stroked the little Zen master's back, but did not speak.

Just listening to the sound of this footstep, the monster should be nearby, and the ghost knows when it will suddenly jump out, so naturally it doesn't dare to make any sound.

The footsteps were getting closer, and with them were the sound of ticking and a moaning of gasps. The ranger's mind automatically conjured up the image of a behemoth, panting with his mouth open and dripping with fluid.

Suddenly, there was a creak, and the monster pushed the door open and crashed in. Without saying a word, the ranger handed over his long knife, which stabbed out like cutting butter.

It's not the white-haired monster, it's the butcher!

Ranger was shocked, and hurriedly helped the butcher up, but seeing that the butcher had already taken out of breath and had no breath, he gritted his teeth and gave up the butcher, turned around and ran out directly, and did not forget to turn around and shout to go!

The little Zen master ran out, and was just about to go next door to call his master, when he suddenly remembered what the benefactor had said before, and ran towards the door in his memory with a ruthless heart.

At the same time as the ranger shouted, he felt the smell of blood rushing to his nose, and quickly rubbed his nose and raised his head, looking around for the white-haired monster that might attack, and suddenly felt a huge blow behind him, directly hitting the ranger to the wall at the end of the yard.

The living corpse didn't know when, he had already run behind the ranger, and was staring at him closely, and found that he was showing his flaws, so he naturally slapped him hard, and the figure who followed him slapped it with a hard palm.

The ranger's ribs were already seriously injured, and at this time, he hit the wall hard, almost turning his back on his back, when he heard the sudden footsteps, he hurriedly clenched the long knife in his hand, and the blade pointed in the direction of the living corpse before.

The abdomen of the living corpse was against the tip of the knife, and the handle of the knife was inserted into the abdomen of the ranger, and the ranger spat out a mouthful of blood and snorted in pain, and his eyes gradually blurred.

However, the white-haired monster was seen clearly, with an ugly face covered with white hair, a big grin, two long teeth protruding directly out of the lips, and a blood-red tongue poking out of the mouth, with a strange expression, but on the whole it was fierce.

"Go!" the ranger shouted, and although he couldn't see it, he could hear the footsteps of the little Zen master.

Who knows? Maybe my own ears don't work, I can't hear the sound.

Ranger was thinking in his heart, and suddenly he seemed to see a ray of light, like moonlight, and the soft light of the moon actually shone into this courtyard, and he looked up at the living corpse and saw it clearly.

Why is it suddenly lit up at this time?

The ranger was about to curse the thief, when suddenly he heard a loud noise, and then a long sword was inserted into the head of the living corpse.

"Bright!"

With a clear drink, then the fiery red light swept through the entire courtyard, directly burning the miasma and darkness away, and then I saw a young man in black standing in the air, one hand pointing downward, and there seemed to be a lotus-like flame on the tip of his finger.

There seemed to be a lotus seal in the sky that slowly descended as the young man fell, and the whole lotus flower slowly bound the living corpse, and the chain of karmic fire completely bound the living corpse, and the living corpse roared desperately, but it couldn't break free at all.

"What is this thing? It's different from a carrion, you want to say that he's alive, and he shouldn't have this kind of self, close to the realm of refining gods, what the hell is this?" the young man muttered a few words in confusion, as if wondering what it was.

Ranger coughed up a mouthful of blood, and was about to say something but felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't speak.

Yang Ming glanced at it, "It's all like this, don't hold on to talking, why don't you wait a little longer?"

"Okay, let's study it later, if you don't save people, this little brother will be gone." A woman's voice sounded, and soon a woman stroked the little Zen master's head and walked into the courtyard.

"Okay, okay. Yang Ming shook his head with a smile, turned his head to look at the ranger in the corner, and blew lightly on the fairy breath.

"Good!"

Ranger only felt that all his broken bones were slowly bulging, the broken skin was growing rapidly, and even the lost blood was rapidly recovering.

This seems to be the power of the gods, right?

As soon as the ranger's body was able to move, he knelt directly on the ground and knocked his head to the end.

"See the Venerable, see the Bodhisattva ......"

Yang Ming looked back at Wei Zhongling, with a smile on his face, and said, "Get up, we are not Venerable Bodhisattvas, we are just ordinary people, there is no need for this." ”

The ranger's forehead was pressed against the ground, and he suddenly remembered the butcher, and then raised his head and said, "Immortal, there is another butcher over there, or you ...... it."

"There is too much karma in my body, and there is no salvation. Yang Ming said, casually pointing at the ranger's eyes, when the ranger saw the butcher again, it was completely different.

A sturdy soul floated in the middle, and countless souls beside him, with a lot of resentment, seemed to be about to devour the soul.

"If there is no resentment of him, I guess you can't give this living corpse up, tonight's incident, most of the blame for the butcher's lack of cultivation of Yin virtue, but it's over, so I won't talk about his sins. ”