Zhang San ran wildly, he wanted to return to the ancestral hall as fast as possible, and the unknown person gave him strength, he could run fast.

Somehow, it rained and then it got bigger and bigger, and it got louder and bigger, and finally it was so big that in the violent rain it was impossible to see the road ahead, and no one walked in the streets, let alone opened the window to look out at such a time.

Only Zhang San could only run wildly, the torrential rain could not slow him down, he could see the road, and he could even smell the bloody smell of the ancestral hall on the street corner from a long distance, this smell could not be washed away by the torrential rain.

The ancestral hall on the corner of the street is in disrepair, both the gate and the courtyard are dilapidated, only a few old willows are still tenaciously surviving, and it is foreseeable that these old willows will be more lush in the future - blood has always been the most proud nutrient for these trees and flowers.

Zhang San gasped for breath, but Rao was so, he also felt that his body was about to explode, he waded through the stagnant water on his ankles, and the stagnant water still had a faint red thread, and the smell of blood rushed to his nose.

"Iron Egg!"

"Furball!"

"Little Five!"

Zhang San can easily identify everyone lying or lying on his stomach in the stagnant water, he has been dependent on them for a long time, each of them is already their own relatives, he can no longer move forward, just kneeling and wailing against the rainstorm, Xu is mercy of the sky, the rainstorm is a little bigger, falling on Zhang San's back, he feels a little numb.

The little beggar simply lay on the ground, face down, soaking softly in the red-streaked water, he didn't know what he could do, he just remembered the rainstorm when he was a child, he didn't remember if it was so big, and he didn't remember what happened after that, but he was sure that he was the same as then, and he was a man again.

"Hey, you come out. Zhang San screamed weakly in his heart.

There was no response, and no one answered.

"Hey!" Zhang San shouted again, exhausted and in pain, and he didn't have the strength to move a little more.

"Let's go. The voice in my heart just said that.

"Tell me who you are. Zhang San asked.

"How many times have I said, I am you, I am the darkness in your heart!"

Zhang San got up slowly and walked towards his companions, as if he was really exhausted, he couldn't walk steadily, swaying, like an alcoholic drunkard.

"The so-called dark ......," Zhang San said half a sentence and then stopped talking.

"Everybody has darkness, but yours is bigger. The voice said.

Zhang San shook his head and said, "I may never have known that darkness could be a good thing, I only heard that light is good. ”

"But now, the light can't save you, but the darkness can. The voice was calm, no more temptation or anger, they had come to an agreement, so his voice was cold, as it had been when he had been called in a dream.

"I should ...... Kill them all?"

"Yes, no one in this world should be alive!"

"But there's always someone who doesn't deserve to die. A girl's face appeared in Zhang San's heart.

"Don't forget how you died!" the voice warned in the darkness.

Zhang San stopped talking, he scooped up the bodies of a dozen or so little beggars from the stagnant water, dragged them into the hay in the ancestral hall one by one, and turned to leave.

......

Behind the golden ring of the red door and the three-zhang high wall, in the main hall, a pair of middle-aged men and women looked at the smoke-like torrential rain outside the door.

"Heh, this rain is falling quickly enough, but fortunately I came back in time. The man said.

"Yes, I'll go and tell my subordinates to make a bowl of ginger soup. The woman said.

"Give my son a bowl. The man instructed.

"I want you to say it!"

The woman pushed open the back door and walked along the corridor, and saw that at the end of the corridor there was a person walking this way, this person had a blue and red face, and he was very fat, and he didn't seem to have seen this person in his daily life, and with doubts, the woman gradually approached him.

When she reached the distance, the woman saw who the man was, and her heart suddenly seemed to be pierced by a knife, and then endless anger swelled up.

"Mother!" cried the fat man with a blue and red face.

"Son, what's wrong with you?!!" the woman stomped her foot, grabbed her son's arm, and dragged her into the hall, "Come, let's go find your father!"

The young man did not speak, but followed quietly.

The back door opened again, and the man thought that the lady had acted efficiently, and had already ordered everything, but when he turned around, he found that she was still dragging someone at hand, and after a closer look, he saw that this was his son.

"Son, what's going on, who did it?!"

is worthy of being a husband and wife, and when they say the same thing, even their expressions are the same.

"Father, son beaten by beggars!" the young man sat down on the ground and wept.

"How could a beggar hit you?" the man frowned, his eyes anxious.

"He came into the house with great strength, and I didn't stop ......," the young man cried.

"What does the porter eat?" come on, go and bring me the porter!" the man roared angrily.

"But I have sent for the killing of all his companions!" the young man wiped away his tears, "just a few beggars!"

"Okay, good kill! What about the guy who hit you?"

"I didn't let people kill him, I wanted to make him fearful, I wanted to make him miserable!" the young man stared at the ballballs of his eyes, his mouth cracked, and his smile was crazy, but half of his teeth were gone, and it looked very funny.

"Okay, when you bring that porter, let someone beat him to death and give you a breath!" the man gritted his teeth.

Pity...... They didn't wait for the servants to arrest the porter and escort them, when one of the servants flew in from the outside, slammed open the door of the main hall, and hit the desk by the wall, and several vases fell to the ground and shattered.

At this moment, both the young man and the couple who were still fierce and angry just now were a little panicked, and turned to look out of the door, but saw a young man in rags standing there, carrying the neck of a subordinate person in one hand.

The young man in straw sandals, his long hair covered his face, his eyes faintly visible from the dripping hair, which seemed to be red, stood there silently, and then two crisp voices came, louder than the sound of the rain falling to the ground, he let go of his hand, and the two men lay limply on the ground, their necks in a strange position.

The young man still didn't speak, just stood there, drenched in the rain, but there was a faint black gas coming out of his body, like a devil asking for his life!

"Father, father! It's him, it's him, it's him, it's him, he hit me!" The young man saw the young man standing outside the door like a demon god in the sky, and his body trembled uncontrollably, it was instinctive fear.

In this case, the lord who is the head of the family naturally wants to stand up, even if he is afraid, he is afraid, but after all, it is his wife and children who are standing next to him.

"Who are you?" the old man asked, looking at the young beggar outside the door, but his tone was unconsciously as calm as possible.

"I have come to take your lives. The little beggar's voice was calm, but it was cold, as if it had nine glooms and cold, and it seemed to come from the endless abyss.

The family of three was very frightened when they heard this, because that kid pinched the necks of two subordinates, this is not a joke! This kind of power, not to mention them, even if they let those people from the cultivation sect come, it may not be much stronger than it, not to mention that they are still ordinary people!

"Little brother, we have something to say......" the old man slowed his tone again.

"There's nothing to say, it's just killing. ”

"I'll give you money, I'll give you gold!"

"Die. ”

......

Somewhere in Liuzhou, a group of people were dressed in standard clothes, each with a sword in his hand, and the men and women were very young, and they were in a hurry, thinking about running quickly somewhere.

"It's almost there, the demonic energy is there!" shouted the leader, pointing in one direction.

A group of people stepped up their speed and rushed over at the limit of their bodies, turning into more than a dozen streamers, which were only faster than meteors.

In the hospital.

Two men and one woman are in different places, blood is still gushing, and the walls are all over the wall, like a little plum blossom splashed by a painter's big hand.

The young beggar Zhang San stood there, the torrential rain had not stopped, there was no water in the courtyard, but it was full of diluted blood, and everyone in this courtyard died, the same as his companions, but unfortunately they were not treated with bubble water.

He was so hearty that he wanted to look up to the sky and roar, shouting three times, "I have avenged you!", but he was not in a hurry.

"Someone is coming. Zhang San said in his heart, he didn't know why, he just knew that someone was coming, and there were many people.

"What are you afraid of?" Zhang San's body remained motionless.

"There are a lot of people, so fast!" Zhang San said anxiously.

"Then even kill them together. ”

Zhang San turned his head, looked into the distance somewhere, and reached out to pick up the hair that was pasted on his face, revealing two red pupils, strange and terrifying.

"Let's go!" Zhang San's consciousness urged in his heart again, at this moment he had handed over the control of his body, and he couldn't control his body, and those people were getting closer and closer.

The demonic red pupils trembled slightly, and a low roar came out of his mouth: "Damn, enter the Xuan!" Then he turned around and ran away, and on the way to the wild run, the dominance of the body returned to Zhang San's hands, so the speed of escape slowed down suddenly.

"What are you doing, you should run quickly at this time!" Zhang San was shocked and angry, his speed of escape was too slow, and he looked like he was about to be caught up.

"They will find me, I will hide, you will hide too, they will not find me!" The voice in my heart was rare with a trace of anxiety, but it was still cold for thousands of years, and after saying this, the voice disappeared completely.

Zhang San gritted his teeth, thinking that even if he had a big deal in the future, he would no longer be able to hand over the control of his body to him, it was really a cheat! But even though he thought so, his body did not stagnate in the slightest, and he turned around and went into an alley, which he was very familiar with, and he had just left here and came back.

He tried to calm his breathing and hid in some dark corner.

"Eh, what are you hiding here?" suddenly a voice came.

Zhang San's heart froze, this voice was unfamiliar to him, it was very warm and gentle, completely different from the coldness in his heart, so he turned his head to look, only to see a figure standing in the deeper darkness, unable to see his face, only to see that he was probably carrying a sword in his hand.

"If you want to take shelter from the rain, go to a sheltered place. The voice said again.