The two corpses were in the same state of death. They were both torn their chests with their hands. The blood solidified under the bodies of the two of them. The two of them glared and looked dead.
The appearances of the two bodies are preserved intact. I know both of them. One of them is my grandfather and the other is my father.
"Impossible, this kind of thing can't happen!" I took two steps back, rationally telling me that everything that happened before me was fake, but I didn't know why, and I still felt heartache. It was as if someone was holding a knife and stabbing it in my chest.
I hesitated for a moment, and slowly stretched out my right hand, a red flame appeared in the heart of my hand.
"This is not an illusion, it should be a demon. The three of them are my close relatives, a weakness in my heart, and a weakness in my body. I can't be controlled by the demon. I have to believe that everything is fake before my eyes.
After speaking to myself, I raised my hand and threw the flame in my right hand.
The flame roared and fell on the two corpses. After a while, the crimson flame completely wrapped the two corpses. The flame was burning, and soon a burnt smell spread to my nose.
I snatched the door and found that the corpse originally hung on the beam was missing. There was only a long rope hanging on the beam, gently licking it.
"Are you looking for me?"
A familiar voice reached my ears, and I turned my head violently, just in time to see Ma Yuzhi wearing a white dress and sitting on a red wooden chair.
"You finally know that you are back. Did you know that during the period of time you left, Tianmen Village has undergone tremendous changes. Your grandfather brought people into Tianmen Village, and the villagers were slaughtered. Your grandpa personally handed it all out. Killed your father and grandfather, I was killed by eight men. Do you know how desperate I was before I was dying?"
"Tang Song, I hate you, I hate you for loving me, but you can't protect me, and I hate that you can't appear in front of me when it's critical. Let me die alone in fear."
"I hated you before I was dying, and now I become a ghost and still hate you! I will always hate you, and I will never forgive you."
"I will never forgive you."
"Shut up!" Hearing Ma Yuzhi's words, two lines of clear tears appeared on my cheeks, and I couldn't help but yelled: "You just
Not Yuzhi, who are you? "
"The day I met you, you were taken up by a ghost."
"The day I separated from you, you threatened to go out and practice, and you were inspired to become a fifth-level Taoist priest."
"I am Ma Yuzhi, but now I am no longer a living person, I have become a ghost."
"Your grandfather is dead, your father is dead, the one you love is dead, the villagers who once cared and cared for you are also dead. And your mother who has never met is also dead. Lost. You are living alone in the world now, and you will be lonely forever."
Every word of Ma Yuzhi hit my heart like a heavy hammer. It made my heart keep contracting and contracting constantly. At this moment, it feels like suffocation, making people breathless. .
"By the way, your second master has also disappeared. This time, he is truly disappeared. You will never see him again."
"You improve your strength and want to protect everyone, but you are so weak that you can't protect the people you like. I'm really disappointed in you."
Even if it is a tough guy with iron and blood, there is also a weak side hidden deep in my heart. Ma Yuzhi's words are like a knife, which is fiercely inserted in the weakest place in my heart.
"You are not Yuzhi, who are you?"
I stretched out my hand to summon a ball of flames, and then vibrated, "You are not Yuzhi, who are you?"
"Tang Song, don't deceive yourself, I am..."
Before Ma Yuzhi finished speaking, I waved my hand and threw the fireball in my hand.
In an instant, the fireball hit Ma Yuzhi's body heavily, and the fireball exploded, setting up a large group of flames, directly enveloping Ma Yuzhi's body.
I watched Ma Yuzhi struggle and scream constantly in the fire. Several times I tried to extinguish the flame and rescue her. However, the only remaining intellect governed me quickly rushing out.
The stone house is too weird, I don't want to stay in it for a moment.
I left the stone house and came outside, but the scene in my sight at this time still surprised me.
The previously unfamiliar deserted village disappeared, and instead it became the familiar Tianmen Village.
The grass and the wood, the brick and the tile in the village are all familiar to me.
I have a trace of doubt
, Walked a few meters forward, followed by a familiar stone mill appeared in my sight.
A corpse was lying on his back next to the stone mill, and a black short knife was inserted in the chest of the corpse. I know the owner of this corpse, the fat aunt in Tianmen Village.
A hundred meters away from the stone, there is a corpse. There is no thread on this corpse. A closer look reveals that the owner of the corpse is the surviving Hua Qianxun of Yu Beast Gate. Chihiro's hair was messy, and her snow-white body was covered with scratches and wounds. It seems that Chihiro must have endured inhuman torture before dying.
Beside Hua Chihiro's corpse, there is also a headless male corpse. This headless male corpse had a limp, and there was a bloody head a few steps away from the corpse. From this bloody head, it can be judged that the owner of the head is Han Posson, a powerful seventh-level corpse. Taoist priest.
"Fake, this is obviously a deserted village, it can't be Tianmen Village, everything that happens here is fake!"
"I know all this is fake, but why do I still feel sad or sad."
"Are these things happening in front of me the last thing I don't want to see, the biggest fear hidden in my heart?"
I stood stupidly in front of Han Posong's head, closed my eyes, and opened it for a long time.
Unfortunately, after repeating this several times, everything in front of me still exists. It is not like a nightmare, it will disappear as soon as I open my eyes.
However, just when I was a little at a loss and my heart was completely filled with fear, a desolate song rang.
This desolate singing voice is somewhat similar to the Sanskrit tone sung by Zhishang at the previous Wubi conference, and the voice is the same old, as if full of endless magic.
With the desolate singing, it spread to my people. My consciousness slowly fell into a state of chaos. I don't know how long this state lasted until the singing stopped abruptly before consciousness returned to my brain.
I opened my eyes slowly, opening my eyes, and the place where I could see was desolate.
The green vines covered the stone houses, and the green lush weeds covered the whole village.
"Tang and Song donors! The poor monk finally found you."
As I looked at the scene in front of me and was slightly stunned, Fei Bo's voice suddenly sounded in the distance and reached my ears.
(End of this chapter)