Yu Qingyu seemed a little unable to control the hostility in his heart, so he yelled out like that.
The voice is a sharp female voice, coupled with a grinning face, as if his whole body is convulsing, he wants to laugh a little, it's too funny.
But the women didn't think so, and their faces turned pale with fright.
Suddenly a woman remembered something, wiped her tears and began to cry loudly, "Dear Immortal, we didn't do it, it wasn't our fault, the fire started by ourselves, Immortal, please let us go!"
The other women slowly figured out what was going on, and started crying.
In the Northeast, women hold up half the sky. They also went to the mountain fire that day, and naturally saw the burned down Daxian Temple.
Yu Qingyu watched the women cry coldly, and suddenly there was a gust of wind outside the window, and he felt more hostile in his heart, "I'm going to kill you! You all deserve to die! Hahaha... you all have to die! I'm going to kill you! "
Suddenly he lightened and was squeezed out of that body, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw two pairs of dark eyes close in front of him, and there was still a wet touch on his body.
Yu Qingyu looked down and saw two little guys licking his fur, and the paper bucket turned over beside him was already empty.
He patted the little ones away with his paws, "Go and play by yourself, don't lick it for me."
"Ancestor, it is our luck to lick your fur, we are very happy."
"Well, I see, your ancestor, I will take you to kill people tonight, are you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid, our ancestors will soon become immortals, and they will definitely protect us. We will do whatever our ancestors ask us to do."
Yu Qingyu touched the five little ones one by one, feeling soft in his heart, animals are much more innocent than humans, so cute.
When Han Zhujing came back with his father, it was already a month later.
At this time, three people had died in the village one after another, keeping the rule of one every ten days.
However, because the dead were all old people, it did not cause any major panic. The most important thing is that the death methods of these three people are different.
Yu Qingyu said that he also spent some careful thought in order to make these people die differently.
Half of Hans's face was severely burned, and his eyelids and flesh were connected together. Even if a slit was opened in the operation, he could not see his eyes.
All kinds of paper boxes and rubbish were thrown away by Yu Qingyu in the house.
He knew that such a small thing would not make people very painful, but when you come home from the hospital and see a home that looks like a dump, most people will go crazy on the spot, and some will even pass out.
It doesn't hurt or itch, but it just makes you unable to breathe out or swallow.
Mother Han burst into tears when she saw this scene, and Han Si cursed loudly. The two of them felt dizzy after seeing the excrement of the five little ones in the main room before leaving.
Han Zhujing put on a face, walked around the filth, took out something to clean the ground.
As a result, I saw a lot of oily bone residues thrown on the kang, and dirt and leaves stuck to the bedding, and the breath exploded in an instant.
"Boom..." Han Zhujing threw the broom, squatted down and buried his face in his knees, and there was a faint choking sound.
"Little bastard, why don't you come out for me and squat at home to pee? Come out and clean this up."
Han Zhujing wiped his eyes with his sleeve, lowered his head and walked out with a broom.
Han Si stood at the door and continued to swear. For more than a month, he swears like this every day, sometimes it hurts, and sometimes he swears at Han Zhujing on purpose.
(end of this chapter)