The heart beat extremely strongly, and an irrepressible emotion erupted from the chest, penetrating into every vein around the body, and the hot and boiling blood like lava invaded the bone and pierced deep into the bone marrow.

Sun Wukong sat cross-legged in front of Baicao Temple, feeling all kinds of changes in himself, sometimes stretching and sometimes wrinkling between his eyebrows.

Everything is very wrong, Monkey King himself, and everything that happens.

Sun Wukong grabbed a small grass in front of him and pulled it out violently, and the fragile roots of the grass broke through the soil, exposing the air nakedly.

Sun Wukong tore off the roots of the grass and rubbed it between his hands, and the pieces fell from his palms and disappeared into the evening breeze.

Leaning back slightly, with his hands pushed back, Sun Wukong raised his head and exhaled happily.

He had just killed a grass.

It is so humble that even birds and beasts can trample on it, and ants can gnaw on the weeds, but this is not necessarily not as pleasant as killing a person.

In other words, in the eyes of Sun Wukong, there is not much difference between killing a person and killing a grass, and even killing someone may be simpler, just a matter of punching and kicking, unlike grass, you have to completely destroy its roots before it will die.

No, maybe it's still dead, but Sun Wukong doesn't want to put a lot of energy into exploring this matter.

Sun Wukong repeatedly admonished himself.

"I don't care about life or death, past, present, or future. ”

And so, the fire in his heart subsided, and his bent spine straightened.

Sun Wukong got up, calmly pushed open the door, and looked at Yan Xiaowu calmly.

The wound on his eyes was like the roughest mountain road in the world, the ugliest filth, which made him daunting and unbearable to look at.

Unforgivable!

The knuckles of his hands rattled between the collisions.

It was like a real killing intent in Sun Wukong's eyes, and there was no specific goal, scurrying around in this dilapidated house.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong turned around and walked out of Baicao Temple, and when he came back, there was an extra knife in his hand.

It was an ordinary farmer's knife for chopping wood, and the black knife was stained with blood and had countless jagged gaps on the blade.

Sun Wukong quietly walked to the side of the bed and raised the knife high above Yan Xiaowu.

The extinguishing candle flame shone on this knife that had long been no longer sharp, and in a trance, the knife seemed to turn around and pointed directly at Sun Wukong.

Every time Sun Wukong let the knife in his hand fall down for a point, the tip of the knife was one point closer to Sun Wukong's eyes.

"Don't run away, okay?"

At the moment when the blade was about to split Yan Xiaowu's head, a weak and powerful voice crashed into Sun Wukong's head, suddenly waking him up.

The knife stopped three inches away from Sun Wukong's pupil, and the cold light on the tip of the knife made the stabbing Sun Wukong's scalp slightly numb.

He put down the knife, because he couldn't speak, he looked at Yan Xiaowu with an extremely focused gaze, for fear of missing something.

"Alone, very pitiful. ”

Her words trembled, as if they had swirled in her throat several times before they came out.

Sun Wukong likes Yan Xiaowu's voice very much, graceful and melodious, it seems that no matter how much suffering she has, he can't knock her down.

"I can't see it, if you run away and leave me alone, I'll die!"

It was obviously about a sad thing, but Yan Xiaowu's face showed a successful smile.

The blood on her eyes clotted into a dark red scab, like a suit of armor made of rubies, against all the blasphemys of the world.

Including light.

"Ahh

Sun Wukong opened his mouth wide and let out an inexplicable exclamation.

The knife fell out of his hand unconsciously, and slammed into the ground with a "clang".

......

A heavy rain washed away a lot of blood, but the strong smell of blood in the air could not be dissipated.

As a result, the good deeds found out about the tragic deaths of dozens of people in Hao Zhai, and then, there was no more.

There are fewer families in the town, and life is still the same as before.

The people who vaguely found something remained silent very tacitly.

......

A few months later, during a heavy rain, a firewood collector went up the mountain to find that the Baicao Temple at the foot of the mountain had collapsed, and the doctor in the temple did not know where to go.

It may be dead, or it may have died a long time ago.

The firewood man thought.