Qing Han looked back and saw that it was the boy.

His little face was twisted together, and his eyes were slightly red and flashing a little bit of crystalline, looking very sad.

Qing Han stroked the boy's bun and glanced at it, the girls left at some point, maybe they were tired of playing elsewhere.

"Big brother, can you take me to my father? ”

Qing Han's smile was soft, and his palms were extremely warm, but the boy cried out loud.

"It's been three days, I can't find my father, Xiaowen misses him very much......"

Xiaowen cried his nose, but his face was a little pale, pointed to the children under the locust tree, and said in a trembling voice:

"They told me that as long as they found something like that, Xiaowen could find his father, but after looking for so long, he still couldn't find it. ”

Qing Han sighed, comforted him a little, and waited until Xiaowen stopped crying.

He jumped directly off the three-person high ridge and came to the side of the dirt pit.

After all, it was a pit dug by children, and the pit was very shallow and unobstructed, and there was nothing inside.

Qing Han had already had some guesses in his heart, took a deep breath, and his eyes flickered darkly.

This pit is actually bottomless and very wide, and the resentment and dead silence that emanates from it can be said to gush out.

Even Qing Han was almost affected, and he hurriedly recited the heart purification mantra to soothe it a little.

The more clearly he could see, the more drastic his psychological changes became, his face gradually became solemn, and even his breathing became heavy and short, and finally he slowly closed his eyes.

"It's a common thing, but it's a bit too much......"

When Qing Han opened his eyes again, the small text on the ridge was gone.

Qing Han jumped back to his place and walked towards the locust tree in the distance with mixed feelings.

The girls under the locust tree were still bouncing, as if they were going to pick the leaves on the locust tree, and Xiaowen also came here at some point and was playing with them.

It's just a child, and his height is far from enough, so how can he pick a high hanging branch.

Xiaowen heard rustling footsteps, and turned around to see Qinghan coming.

His little face was flushed, and his eyes were full of joy as he ran over to hold the hem of Qinghan's clothes with one hand and point to the tall locust tree with the other.

"Big brother, can you help me take it off? ”

The girls were also attracted by the sound of talking, and they all looked at Qinghan.

Their eyes were empty, and there were no eyes, only two blue spots, which flickered faintly.

Qing Han sighed, raised his hand and flicked two fingers, shooting out a small wind blade that ordinary people couldn't see.

The blade of the wind spun sharply, weaving through the green leaves and disappearing, and the leaves fell like rain.

Qing Han grabbed a piece between his two fingers and handed it to Xiaowen.

Xiaowen took the leaf, but muttered a small mouth, looking unhappy.

"Xiaowen doesn't want this!"

He threw away the leaves angrily, stomped on his feet hard, and turned to point to the same place, and his voice was choked, and he was about to cry.

"It's that, it's that!"

Qing Han looked carefully in the direction that Xiaowen was pointing at, looked carefully for a while, and frowned.

threw out a wind blade and cut off a branch, picked it up and handed it to Xiaowen.

Xiaowen did not hide his extreme disappointment, shed sad tears, raised his head and looked at it in a daze, and muttered in his mouth:

"Even a person as powerful as the big brother can't even see it, it's obviously there......"

After saying that, he squatted on the ground and kept sobbing quietly.

The girl gathered around him and stroked his tiny head.

Qing Han frowned, twitched his nose slightly, and smelled a hint of rot.

The smell of rot became stronger and stronger, and Xiaowen's body was rapidly decaying visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a pile of small white bones covered with rotten flesh.

As Xiaowen decayed, the soil around him was lifted and closed, and he was soon buried.

And those girls hooked the corners of their mouths towards Qing Han, showing a weird smile, and the blue spots in their eyes flashed.

At this moment, a strange wind blew, and their bodies seemed to be elongated, and the flesh covering their bones turned into dust, and then the bones also turned into smoke.

The dust was diffuse, quickly tumbling and gathering, and the color became darker and darker, turning into a black mist.

The black mist was also becoming more and more condensed, and countless protrusions were born between the violent tumbling.

Sixteen of them gradually stretched out and fell to the ground, and finally turned into thick legs and feet.

A few more protrusions stretched several feet, twisted and twisted together, like thick necks.

The rest of the protrusions turned into thick black hairs that spread all over the body, and these hairs continued to extend until they hung down on the ground and dragged them two feet long before they stopped growing.

Now the black mist looked like the body of a monster, except for the lack of a head and facial features.

Qing Han had a bad premonition in his heart, and the cold air rushed to his head from the soles of his feet.

The sword in his hand has long been transformed, and every time he lifts it, he can't drop the blade.

I watched as the monster cracked a hole in each of its necks, and green blood oozed from the holes and trickled down its neck.

These wounds contract and wriggle as soon as they appear.

"Po! po......"

The cracks burst out one after another, and several small, hairless heads burst out.

Qing Han's hand holding the sword trembled, this is those girls!

The heads squeezed against each other, their expressions distorted extremely, and the pain and resentment in their eyes was indescribable.

Their eyelids drooped on one side to reveal only a trace of the whites of their eyes, and on the other hand, they stared at Qing Han deadly, their small mouths torn and wide open, revealing their jagged black fangs.

Twisting his long neck and screaming to the sky, the screams and wails were earth-shattering, enough to tear apart the hearts of others!

A storm was set off around it, and the surrounding sand and dust spread outward in a circle.

Qing Han crossed the sword in front of him, and then slashed the sword to his side, swinging an even stronger wind, and the smoke and dust that came back rolled back.

The green blood on the monster's face ran down the arc of its face and into the corners of its mouth, and its slender tongue scraped across its cheeks, curling the sticky green blood into its mouth.

The pain and resentment in its eyes added to the extreme madness, and the saliva in its mouth overflowed and meandered, gathering to its jaw, and drops were pulled into silk threads to connect to the ground.

"It's ......"

Qing Han gasped, his eyes suddenly widened, and he even forgot to breathe.

He thought that his eyes could see through all false appearances, but he didn't expect that he couldn't see through the impermanence of this world after all, and there was an extremely disgusting karma!

At this time, his face was pale and bloodless, cold from head to toe, a strong sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, his legs were weak and weak, and he subconsciously took a step back.

The monster was not much different from a beast except that it was disgusting.

Seeing Qing Han take a step back, several heads opened their mouths and screamed repeatedly, and their sixteen legs bent in unison.

Then he jumped high and pounced towards Qing Han.

Qing Han clenched the blade of his sword and looked up at the sky.

The huge black body covered the sky and the sun, the head on the long neck swayed, the wet saliva hung up on his face, and the blood-red crazy eyes looked at it, occupying the entire world of Qinghan.

"Unemployed......

With a long sigh, Qing Han crossed the sword's chest.

In an instant, the seven swords were stirred, and the ghostly light rose a thousand waves, rolling up pieces of locust leaves and dancing all over the sky.

The skulls rolled one after another to the feet, the body split and hung down on both sides, and the green screen of the sun was fluorescently rippling.

The green rain is pouring with the wind leaves, and the cold water stream is scattering clouds and smoke.