A quarter of an hour later, when Cui Tianning and his party came to the foot of the mountain, they saw Zhao Wei standing in the middle of the road, smiling strangely at them.
Zhao Wei's voice carried a gloomy and ghostly aura. He moved his head stiffly to look at Tie Ying, and the hatred in his eyes was undisguised.
"You killed my sister, I will let you pay for it." He tilted his head and fell directly to the ground.
'Hiss~' The ten arrests took a deep breath, their legs softened with fright.
Even Cui Tianning and Tie Ying turned pale and their backs were cold.
This is the first time they have seen such a strange thing in their life. Thinking of what Zhao Wei said, they can't help but look at Rong Xian, who is breathing weakly and drowsily. Could it be that there is really a ghost
They walked all the way towards the village, and all they saw were corpses scattered everywhere, with broken limbs and broken arms.
Suddenly, Cui Tianning suddenly looked to the left.
A six- or seven-year-old boy grinned, but blood and tears flowed from his eyes, his face was blue and purple, and his arms were twisted together.
He looked at Tie Ying who was holding Rong Xian, and said stiffly, "You killed my sister, I will let you pay for it."
'Boom! 'The boy fell to the ground, and his upper body and lower body were directly separated.
The timid Chakuai screamed directly, such a terrifying scene was too terrifying.
"Don't shout, stand up." Cui Tianning sank into Dantian and shouted.
Boom!
It was clearly still sunny just now, but at this time, thunder roared.
In the blink of an eye, pouring rain poured down.
The heavy rain fell on them, making them a little heavy.
The line of sight was blocked by the rain curtain, and the road ahead could not be seen hazy.
Rong Xian was carefully blocked by Tie Ying from the rain, but the rain was so heavy that it could only be in vain.
"Tianning, we have to find a house to shelter from the rain." Tie Ying shouted.
Rumble.
The sound of thunder seemed to explode in the ear, making people feel a little scared involuntarily.
They quickly ran to the nearest house, a few people stood on the eaves, wiped the rain on their faces, and stretched out their hands to twist the rain on their clothes.
Cui Tianning knocked on the door: "Is anyone there? Can we come in to take shelter from the rain?"
Just as his hand touched the room, the door creaked and a gap opened.
The faint smell of blood was mixed with a strange burnt smell. Cui Tianning's heart tightened, and he pushed the door open and rushed in.
Tie Ying realized that something was wrong, and followed Rong Xian in his arms.
A wave of heat rushed towards his face, and Cui Tianning subconsciously stretched out his hand to block his face.
After getting used to the heat, I let go.
Tie Ying and Cui Tianning looked forward and saw that the old woman was burning with raging fire, her eyes were still rolling, but she didn't scream at all, as if she couldn't detect the pain.
Aware of their gazes, the old woman stared straight at Tie Ying and said in a hoarse voice, "You hurt my sister, I will let you pay for it."
When the words fell, the old woman fell to the ground and was burned to charcoal by the fire.
There was a dead silence in the room, Tie Ying said in a dry voice: "Now, I have to believe that Rong Chan really exists."
The corner of Cui Tianning's mouth moved to say something, but he couldn't say a word.
These extraordinary things he encountered along the way could not be explained by any artificial means.
Only ghosts work, and only ghosts work.
After a while, the rain stopped.
The smell of soil mixed with a faint smell of blood spread, and the entire immortal village was silent and dead, not even the sound of insects and birds.
Cui Tianning and Tie Ying were a little uneasy. They greeted the hunters and searched the village carefully. Only then did they find that none of the villagers were leaking. Of the 3,000 people, no one survived.
Cui Tianning stared blankly at the corpse on the ground, only to feel that his heart was empty, a sense of powerlessness rose from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't know what to do.
Tie Ying held Rong Xian's hand slightly loose, his face was pale as he looked at this hellish scene, his body trembled a little.
I don't know if it was anger or anger, but the pity in his eyes was too obvious.
"Are you sad?" The weak voice recalled the minds of the two.
Rong Xian gently pushed Tie Ying and staggered to the ground.
She glanced down at the corpses and sighed, "They died much easier than Chan'er."
Seeing that the two didn't speak, Rong Xian turned her head to look at Rong Chan who was standing beside her, smiled slightly, and said, "Chan'er suffered so much pain before she died that she didn't even leave a corpse. Feel the pain."
Her face was pale, her eyes were still gentle, and no one could see through the coldness under the mirror: "I still have lingering fears when I think about it."
She pointed to the corpse on the ground, and said with an expressionless expression like an aria: "They dug up Chan'er's heart, ground her bones, and roasted her head on the fire, saying it was a life sacrifice. Their fairy temple is ridiculous."
She said word by word, making Cui Tianning and Tie Ying seem to be able to see the tragic and desperate picture.
They frowned uncomfortably, but didn't know what to say.
Rong Chan is already dead. It is impossible for the three thousand people in the village to be guilty. Why should they all be killed? They still have children who can't speak yet.
What a child, why is this!
Seemingly guessing what they were thinking, Rong Xian tilted her head and seemed puzzled: "Chan'er is dead, why are they alive? They are innocent, so aren't my brothers and sisters innocent? If you want to blame, blame them. Not reincarnated!"
She showed a soft smile and said mercilessly: "A group of scum, it's not a pity to die!"
After all, she didn't wait for Cui Tianning and Tie Ying's response, she turned to Rong Chan and said, "I'm leaving."
Rong Chan immediately burst into tears, unable to utter a single word.
Rong Xian watched her cry quietly. After she had cried enough, she slowly said, "I am dead, and you don't exist anymore. What's there to cry about?"
Rong Chan's face twitched, and the crying stopped abruptly.
"Does this make me feel better?" Rong Xian asked.
Rong Chan: "...I feel much better."
But I always felt something was wrong.
Seeing her stupid appearance, Rong Xian sighed, but fortunately she disappeared too. If she still stayed in this world, how could she be so stupid to make people feel at ease.
Rong Xian's body did not bear the heavy load, and her consciousness gradually pulled away.
As her breath gradually weakened, Rong Chan froze for a while, still wanting to cry.
But when Rong Chan lowered her head and saw her increasingly thin figure, she suddenly became restless.
She hasn't avenged her sister yet.
Rong Chan rushed towards Tie Ying with all her might.
Cui Tianning watched Rong Xian gradually die, and was about to rush to save people, when a bright light flashed in front of her.
He looked back in a hurry, so scared that his soul almost flew away.
But it was Tie Ying who pulled out the sword from his waist with a dull expression, and wiped it towards his neck mercilessly.
"Iron Shadow!" Cui Tianning called quickly.
He quickly took out a piece of broken silver from his arms and slammed it on the sword, knocking the sword sideways.
The long sword did not cut Tie Ying's neck, but slashed a deep slit in his shoulder.
Rong Chan's figure was as pale as blue smoke, she looked at Tie Ying who didn't die, and there was some regret in her eyes.
She came to Rong Xian flutteringly, and called out in a low voice, "Sister..."
The light sound of mosquito smell dissipated in the wind, and Rong Xian's figure fell down.
Rong Chan's figure was erratic, she looked up at the clear sky after the rain, but her expression full of anger and resentment suddenly calmed down.
The elder brother died, the mother died, the elder sister died, and she also died.
Daddy, you are suffering in this world alone, cherish it.
She put her hands together in front of her chest, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised with hope: "I hope, there is no afterlife."
The figure as thin as blue smoke suddenly dissipated.
I have never been afraid of death, and I have looked forward to new life.
If the world is dangerous and dark, I wish there would be no afterlife.
- I'm just, I've been here before.
Rong Xian: Feeling complicated, speechless (*゜Д゜) σ convex ← Self-destruction button
(End of this chapter)