Chapter 8: The Death of the Soul

The rosemary forest, with its towering ancient trees and old vines, is a lush scene.

At this moment, it seems extremely quiet, and everything is shrouded in a sea of fog.

The white mist was ethereal, the clouds were smoky, and the mist was like a vast ocean rolling, undulating, flowing in all directions. The fog covers everything, and everything is hidden in the unknown.

Of course, the dark things are also buried, and no one knows what happened here.

In the evening, the bright moon has already climbed to the center of the sky, the moon is like silver, soft and beautiful, and the rosemary forest here is full of a comfortable scene.

In the forest, Han Xuanming wandered like a ghost, shuttling through the forest, hiding in the fog, relying on the positioning of the compass in his hand so as not to lose his way.

Here, Han Xuanming has been doing this for three or five days.

In the past few days, Han Xuanming has been moving around the village, closely monitoring the situation in the village. Of course, Han Xuanming never dared to get too close to the village, for fear of being discovered.

Han Xuanming was waiting, waiting for the man to appear, and at the same time, he was also waiting for Liu Yiyi to show his feet.

Unfortunately, many days have passed, and the man has never reappeared.

Wandering in the dense forest again, the little fox stood on top of Han Xuanming's head and asked, "How long are you going to do this?" I think that man will not appear again in a short period of time. ”

"I know, but I'm not reconciled!" Han Xuanming said angrily, "I can't bear to be slandered like that." ”

"Moreover, I can't worry about the children in the village, for fear that they will be poisoned again. ”

"Also, Liu Yiyi, that slut, has deceived Miss Ye for so long, she definitely has an ulterior motive, I must uncover her hypocrisy and let her ugly face be revealed to the world!"

Speaking of this, in Han Xuanming's eyes, there was a gleam, like lightning and sharp, like a heavenly sword cold, shooting out, making people feel like they were all broken.

The resentment and anger in Han Xuanming's heart naturally need not be spoken.

He gave a helping hand, and finally saved a little girl from the man's hands, but he was slandered by a slut, how could he swallow this breath!

The little fox was also full of hatred, and his big eyes were full of murderous aura, and he scolded: "That's it, such a rotten thing should be destroyed by humanity!"

"Never leave without unmasking him!"

This is the common idea of one person and one fox at this time.

With this in mind, the two continued to walk through the rosemary forest, taking advantage of the heavy fog around them to hide their tracks and continue to wander around the village.

"Look, what's that?!"

The little fox's eyes were very sharp, and when he found something, he raised a small paw and pointed into the distance, and at the same time, the other paw slapped Han Xuanming's head eagerly.

"That's ......"

Han Xuanming looked in the direction pointed by the little fox, and was suddenly shocked, and his pupils contracted for a while.

In the direction pointed by the little fox, the dazzling red light was extremely gorgeous, as if a volcano had erupted, and the light passed through the barrier of space and shone here.

"That's the direction of the village!" Han Xuanming was surprised, his face full of anxiety.

"Quick! "Come and see!" the little fox urged urgently.

There, the firelight was so great that it even pierced through the fog, rendering everything red. The fire that burned the sky stained the sky red, and reflected the entire night sky in a bleak light.

"What happened in the village, and how did it suddenly catch fire?" was a common question in the minds of both at this moment.

The two of them were anxious and anxious, and rushed to the direction of the village as fast as they could. In their hearts, they are constantly praying that nothing will happen!

The speed of the two was like a lightning flight, like a lightning speed, quickly skimming the ancient trees in the forest, heading towards the location of the village.

Such a speed even caused a burst of air, making the fog in the forest surging wildly.

It didn't take long for Han Xuanming to arrive in the village.

He was like a meteorite falling from the nine heavens, swaying the brightest tail light, and with a "boom", it smashed to the ground, and the power was so great that it even caused the earth to tremble and burst into countless tiny cracks.

When Han Xuanming stood up and saw everything in front of him clearly, he was shocked again, to the point of no return. His whole person was like a clay sculpture, stunned on the spot, although the boss with his mouth open, he couldn't make a sound.

Miserable, miserable in the world!

The flames burned the sky, like the Milky Way pouring down, like an ocean sweeping. The boundless fire, like a tsunami, rolled wildly, surging and spreading towards all around, towards the farthest place.

The blazing fire illuminated the dark night, dyeing the sky red. The dark night seemed to be falling, the flames were burning, and it was a scene of red lotus purgatory.

Such light does not shine into the darkness of people's hearts!

The blood-colored mist was fluttering, and the pungent smell of blood was surging like a wave, hitting the end of people's noses, making people feel sick and sick, and their souls were lost outside the nine heavens.

The monstrous evil qi is like the advent of the Shura realm, and the ferocious killing aura is so cold that it is in the cracks of people's bones, making people unbearable and trembling.

Blood flowed, staining the ground red, and gradually spreading into a river.

As far as the eye could see, on the ground, lying down, were dead bodies one by one, small in stature, all of them were children. or pierced, or torn, all dead without blinking.

When the faint of heart see such a terrible sight, they will be paralyzed like mud in an instant.

In the endless sea of fire, the terrible sound of women snoring and crying was heard, echoing in the small village, making those who heard it tremble and could not help but weep with it.

Such a scene made Han Xuanming's mind "hum", think of something, and lose his mind instantly.

He had seen a similar scene in the cold spring of the Rosemary Forest, when the man's flute sounded, but what he saw in the hallucination was far less real than what he saw with his own eyes in front of him.

The miserable picture, the boundless fire, the desperate cry, piece together a picture of hell.

Han Xuanming felt that his mind was tingling, as if he was recalling something, but he absolutely couldn't remember it. His ears were roaring, the "rumbling" sound in his head, and the waves in his heart.

Han Xuanming covered his ears with his hands and shook his head desperately, trying to get out of such a state, but it was always difficult to get out.

"What's wrong with you?, are you alright?!" The little fox was on top of Han Xuanming's head, desperately slapping his head, trying to make him turn around, but with little effect, almost no effect.

"Ah......h

Finally, I don't know how long it took, the crying in the distance made Han Xuanming come back to his senses and get rid of the tingling pain in his heart.

However, when Han Xuanming trembled step by step, walked to the center of the village, and fixed his eyes on what was in front of him, he was shocked again, and opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't speak.

In front of him, Liu Yiyi was guarding the corpses of a group of children, slumped on the ground, raising his head and crying, tears pouring into his eyes.

The sound of crying, the loudness of the voice, the miserable tone, through the layers of space, resounded throughout the entire rosemary forest.

Liu Yiyi cried miserably and helplessly, and the sound of crying seemed to never stop, so sad and sad that the ghosts of hell trembled when they heard it.

"Children, Sister Yiyi, I'm sorry for you!"

Liu Yiyi sat down weakly, crying with tears and tears. She looked up at the sky, letting her tears flow freely, as if she was confiding in the sky and pouring out God's crimes.

In Liu Yiyi's arms, he was still holding a child, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, without the slightest blood, and there was still a wisp of residual blood at the corner of his mouth, and his small body was pierced by a sword.

Looking at her appearance, it seems that she has long since died.

"Wanyi, Yi'er, Sister Yiyi, I'm sorry for you! I have already sent you out, but I didn't think about it, and I let you fall into this land of tigers and wolves and lose your life!"

Liu Yiyi cried in despair, still pouring out something.

Hearing Liu Yiyi's cry and hearing what she said, Han Xuanming's whole person was stunned, unable to believe his ears and suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

The little fox was also shocked, and her voice trembled: "She sent the children out to save their lives?!"

"Impossible! impossible!" Han Xuanming's body trembled one after another, as if he had been subjected to an electric shock, and he couldn't even stand steadily, and then retreated a few steps before stopping.

"Slut, say, isn't it you, sent that little girl away, ruined my big thing!" In the distance, a sharp female voice came.

Han Xuanming followed the voice, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he said, "It's her!"

The black hair is like a cloud, the willow eyebrows are like the moon, the ice muscles and jade bones are wonderful.

A pair of penetrating eyes, as bright as a pearl, as dazzling as a star. The figure is graceful, the plump and peerless, and the delicate face seems to be traced with the most beautiful brush in this world, and the most exquisite carving knife carving.

But it is such a beautiful woman, at this moment, she is like a Shura killing god who has come out of the demon world, and her whole body is full of murderous aura and endless ferocious aura, shocking the world.

Slender hands, as gentle as jade, with the most gentle temperature in the world, delicate, smooth, fair, without the slightest flaw, not stained with dust.

But such a slender hand holds a terrifying blood-dripping sword.

"Tick!"

The clear sound is extremely pleasant to the ear, like a golden stone sonata. The tip of the long sword slammed into the ground, and the blood slid down the blade and rolled to the ground, causing such a sound.

The crisp and pleasant sound makes people creepy.

The woman walked step by step, in the direction of Liu Yiyi, gradually approaching. The cold air in the whole body was like a cold wind blowing through the harsh winter, and the biting cold was enough to freeze three feet.

The gorgeous clothes, the beautiful faces, and the graceful posture are all stained with blood, and the spots are red, piercing people's eyes and making people's eyes hurt.

"Slut, if it weren't for you, my great cause would have been done!" The woman's voice was eerie, almost like a ghost in the underworld grinding its teeth, and the cold air was terrifying, as if it came from hell.

With a wave of the long sword, a few beads of blood splashed out and spilled on the ground.

"Today, I took your cheap life to vent the hatred in my heart!"