97 Cruel Spirit Beast

The village head ran out crazily with a bulletin. He was still muttering something, but Yunshen didn't hear it clearly. He shrugged his shoulders and threw the stone under the window with boredom.

"Lazy little bean! Get up--" Chu Yunshen shouted loudly and turned around and ran away. He was immersed in the joy of disturbing his friend's dream and laughed.

The village head's frightened expression made his smile freeze on his mouth. Somehow, I suddenly lost the mood to continue playing.

Select the blood deed spirit beast? What the hell does it mean?

Chu Yunshen kicked the pebbles on the roadside and went home bored. The morning sun is getting warmer and warmer. He breathed the fresh air hard and was so happy that he wanted to shout.

He didn't know. His fate will quietly change from this beautiful morning when he has just begun.

Disasters are often caught off guard, and come when everything seems to be the most normal and should continue to be beautiful.

The next day. The brother-in-law, who had just been engaged to his sister, broke into Yunshen's house and showed the prototype of the spirit fox, which was so crazy that he bit his family to death.

Yun Shen watched his father, mother, sister and younger brother fall in front of him one by one. He was hidden in the water tank by his mother. He sobbed and trembled because he couldn't control his fear. The exclamation was submerged in the crazy roar of his brother-in-law and the screams of his family.

He didn't understand what had happened at all. The eyes are full of blood, and you can't see anything.

Cruel and endless killing is like the heart's Ling Chi. There was a buzzing roar in his ear, and he didn't hear the room quiet at all. The heavy footsteps, hoarse low roar, were slowly approaching him.

"No--!"

While the lid on the top of the head was arched, a hot round thing fell into the water tank hidden in the clouds. The wet and smelly breath of the giant spirit fox has jumped on Yun Shen's face.

"Wow--"

With the mournful sound of the fox, a weak figure broke out of the window, with tears in his eyes, but holding a head tightly in his arms.

The head's eyes are not closed yet. He looked straight at the sky, resentful, sad, and his heart was like ashes.

He didn't know where to escape. The sunset is like blood, and the whole Linghu Village has become a Shura field for killing each other. Some spirit foxes have huge fox shapes and bite each other, with blood all over their body; some spirit foxes use magic flames, icebergs, thunder flashes, and kill happily.

Bleeding pestle, mourning all over the wild.

He looked at the village head's yard from afar. A small green shadow hangs on the low wall. He immediately closed his eyes and turned around. No, that's not Xiao Doudou, that's not, that's not...

He dares not open his eyes. The hellish village can no longer accommodate a pair of bloodless eyes!

"Little...Little Cloud..."

What...who, who is calling him...

Chu Yun is dull. Who is it? Is it your sister? He looked at his sister's head in horror and stroked her bloody lips. No, it's not her... She has been killed by the cruel guy, and she can no longer speak to him gently and smile at him.

"Little...cloud...zi..."

The weak voice is still calling him. Finally, the withered hand grabbed his ankle, but it was as tight as an iron hoop.

The village head?

Yun Shen knelt down and held the village head's blood-stained hand: "Uncle village head, what the hell is going on? What's going on! Why do people in the village fight with each other? What's wrong with everyone!"

The village head's hand trembled and touched his clothes. Yun Shen quickly recognized the wrinkled, blood-stained paper - the notice.

Is it related to the selection of the demon blood spirit beast?

"This time, the demon... who came to our Linghu Village to select is... cruel... spirit beast..."

Cruel spirit beast! It's not that I haven't heard of this word. Cruel spirit beasts are not limited to the types of spirit beasts, such as six-tailed spirit fox, Lushu, Qinyuan, etc., but are a symbol of the highest grade. Legend has it that cruel spirit beasts can only get the title of "cruelty" if they kill all their own people. Once they sign a blood contract with human beings, they will be the most loyal spirit beast and will not betray their master for the rest of their lives.

Chu Yun deeply squeezed the notice and almost crushed it. In order to select the cruel spirit beast who was loyal to him, the demon master issued a notice, causing the whole village to kill each other... It's simply crazy!

"But why do you listen to that demon?"

"Cough... Cough... Xiao Yunzi... You are still young, and you don't understand people's hearts... Everyone can't escape death... When people die, everything is empty... But they want to grab something desperately before they die... Some people are for fame and fortune, some people are for affection, and some people just... want to live..."

The village head held Chu Yunshen's hand tightly, as if once he was released, he had no strength to say anything. It was not until a long time later that Chu Yunshen understood the meaning of these words.

Those crazy villagers, some are for the name of cruel spirit beasts, some are for revenge for their dead relatives, and some are for not to be killed by others, kill each other, and cut off their love...

But in the end, what is he who killed all these people and was cruelly engraved with blood all over his body?

What did he kill for? False name, affection, or survival?

Perhaps, there is no need to figure it out. He just wants to join this carnival-like killing quickly and let those crazy people kill themselves.

It's pathetic and ridiculous. God played a trick on him, and he actually became the last one to survive. It is not up to him to choose everything, because his life no longer belongs to him. He got what everyone wanted, and it was also his own least wanted.

But...is it really alive? When the cruel engraving like an iron diamond pierced the skin, flesh and blood, muscles and bones, the pain carried him out like a flash flood, but it was quietly surrounded like clouds in the mountains, and he would never dissipate again. He couldn't tell whether it was painful or not.

He didn't know whether he was alive or dead. He was brought into a new world and was completely colliding with the kind of life that did not belong to him at all.

But I still can't feel the pain.

The devil said that he was the most perfect killing tool, because he had completely destroyed his heart. It's not for false fame, not for affection, and I don't want to live, but the purest thing is to kill.

In fact, he is not. He still has a heart and a wish in his heart. He doesn't ask for everything, he just wants to die.

Please die.

I hope that one day when I carry out a mission for the Demon Lord, I will be killed by the other party without mercy. The more ugly the death is, the more painful it is.

Unfortunately, he happens to be a powerful person.

Since you can't die, you can only satisfy your desire to die by constantly killing others.

has been going on for a long time. He finally met his opponent and finally tasted the taste of defeat, fear and excitement.

Xia Gulin.

He thought he could finally die with satisfaction under the sword of a worthy opponent. The tip of his sword touched his throat, but it did not pierce it.

He looked at him. What kind of look was that?

"Now the devil has no time to take care of you. Come with me."

When Xia Gulin said this, he looked at the cruel engraving on his right chest through his shirt that had been cut by the sword.

"Well, don't dream." Chu Yunshen had a thumb to rub the blood from the corners of his mouth. "This engraving can't be erased unless I die. As long as it is engraved, I can only obey his orders.

"Even if the engraving can't be erased, you don't want to follow him."

Chu Yun deeply covered his heart. He couldn't wait to tear his heart out - he understood what it felt like! It's heartache, it's the most vulnerable place in the heart that has been seen through, and it's heartbreaking!

He also understood what kind of look was in Xia Gulin.

See through. See through. I can't bear it. Heartache.

It's that kind of look, let him go with him.

He doesn't want to trust the man in front of him, and he doesn't think it will make him feel better from a place where he doesn't know life or death to a place where he doesn't know life or die.

But he still decided to leave with Xia Gu.

At least, you can leave these demons who have killed all his family in the village.

Although, they can't get rid of themselves who really kill them with their own hands.

On the first night he left the demon clan, he woke up in a series of nightmares and the burning pain of summoning. He grabbed the man who pressed him hard to calm him down, roared and bit his shoulder, and the bean-sized cold sweat mixed with tears. Although there were several layers of clothes, the salty smell of blood slowly calmed him down... That feeling was like a step closer to the expected death.

It's ridiculous and pathetic. He saw the sun the next day again. There is nothing more desperate than this...

The third day. Xia Gulin pulled him out of the house to bask in the sun all day. To be precise, tie him to a chair and put him in the sun. He looked at him and said nothing or did anything.

The fourth day. Xia Gulin forced him to eat. He threw up what he forced into his mouth. After seventeen or eight times, Xia Gu ordered someone to clean the room and didn't say anything.

The fifth day. Xia Gulin didn't come to see him, but a strange person came. He claims to be the son of stepping on the moon. He is dressed in extremely smoth, with a spicy duck neck in his left hand and October white in his right hand. He nag and said a bunch of unsopherd things... Later, the two of them had a fight... I can't remember what happened later.

On the sixth morning, he woke up and suddenly couldn't remember whether he had a dream last night. The empty wine jars and chicken bones and fish bones in the house startled him. He was recalling the plot of last night, and the door was pushed open without warning. Xia Gulin is back. He had to burp at the wrong time.

The seventh day... Xia Gulin invited a doctor. That doctor is not only a patient, but also a blind man. His slender and cold fingers pressed on his wrist to diagnose the pulse, and his fingers beat from time to time, making his heart feel like dozens of cat claws were scratching at the same time. After diagnosing the pulse, the doctor said a lot of words that he didn't understand, and wrote a prescription, which quickly asked people to decoct the medicine.

It was the ninth day since he woke up after taking the medicine. After taking the medicine prescribed by the blind doctor, my spirit seems to be much better. The first time he took the initiative to walk out of the door, he saw Xia Gulin doing morning exercises in the yard.

"What do you want me to do, you can tell me."