The villain forces me to commit suicide every day

The beggar leader suddenly felt bored. After stepping on it a few times, he turned around and walked away. He said to the other brothers: "Let this dead man go quickly! If he makes a fuss and the monks find out, we will - what are you doing!?"

Suddenly his ankle was grabbed by someone and he was suddenly lifted up. His body was so unstable that he almost fell.But Yu Hen didn't have any emotion at all, his gray eyes just stared at his feet, which made people shudder, and his mouth squirmed to think of something to say.

The beggar leader yelled: "Are you looking for death? Brothers got in and beat him to half a disability!"

Yu Hen: "...dirty..."

click-

He used a little force with his hand and instantly broke the beggar's leg. Under his screams and begging for mercy, Yu Hen's face was dull, and then he suddenly broke the leg at a strange angle.

"Ahhhhh-!!"

The other beggars were frightened and quickly picked up the guy to beat him. Some of them wanted to run away.

Yu Hen stared at them with empty eyes.

No one passed through the entire alley, and no one knew what was going on inside.

I don't know how long after that.

A disciple noticed a foul smell in the alley and immediately checked it. He was so frightened that he went to look for Zhong Duyu.

Zhong Duyu, dressed in white and holding a sharp sword, rushed over after hearing the sound. When he saw this scene, he frowned and looked solemn.

The alley in front of me can be said to be like a Shura hell. Many beggars fell on the ground. They were all twisted in strange postures, and some of them had their limbs removed.The gray walls were splattered with blood, white condensation, and many scratches from palm prints, as if they were dragged back when they fled in terror.

Bloody and brutal.

Zhong Duyu said in a deep voice: "The whole city is on alert, for fear of demon invasion."

At this time, there was a heavy downpour in the sky, as if to wash away the blood, but it became increasingly turbid and gathered into a river of blood, as if to tell that this was a sin that could not be washed away.

On the bank of a river, Yu Hen pulled out a lotus leaf and put it on his head. He squatted on the ground blankly and stared at himself in the river quietly. He looked like... he was dying.

The heavy rain pattered on the lotus leaves, and water gathered on them. Yu Hen couldn't hold himself steady for a moment, and the water poured directly on his head. He still didn't react and stretched out his hand to touch his neck.

The marks there are still there, which shows his determination to die.

Suddenly the rain on his head stopped. He looked up and saw an oil-paper umbrella holding up his head. Why was it close to his head? Because the person holding the umbrella was a child as big as a pudding.

He was an exquisite little boy. He stood on tiptoes and struggled to hold up the umbrella. He raised a big smile at Yu Hen, not afraid of his appearance at the moment, and said in a milky voice: "Brother, I'm going to catch a cold. .”

A flash of light flashed through Yu Hen's gray eyes. Just as he was about to take the umbrella, the little boy in front of him was suddenly picked up by someone. He saw a woman looking at him in fear. She stepped back several steps and the rain poured on her face again. On him.

The woman bent over and said: "I'm sorry, sorry! My child is ignorant, don't do anything to him! Let's leave now. Leave quickly!"

The child pouted, "Mom, you still teach us to accumulate virtue and do good deeds..."

The woman whispered seriously: "But do you think he looks like a good person? Goodness is for good people, not evil people!"

The child was forcefully dragged away, during which time he left behind the oil-paper umbrella, and then followed his mother in depression.

The lonely oil-paper umbrella had no one to hold it, and it was swaying in the wind and rain. It was blown by the wind from time to time, as if it was about to blow away.

I regretted that he didn't take it, so he turned his head back and squatted blankly on the shore, letting the wind and rain blow.

The umbrella behind him was eventually blown away by the wind, blowing away this touch of goodwill that suddenly came and dispersed very quickly.

...

Damn it, it's night soon.

Qin Yao had been sleeping until now. During this period, his body had been very warm. A warm current hit his lower abdomen, making him drowsy. He raised his head slightly and touched a hot chest.

It turned out that Qin Shijin had been holding him while he was sleeping.

Qin Yao blinked his heavy and tired eyes, remembered something, and said hoarsely in the dark night: "Tonight is the day that little girl leaves..."

"Ah."

Qin Yao propped himself up, and just as he was about to stand up, he was hugged back and held tightly in his arms.

Qin Shijin put her chin on his hair, caressing his back inch by inch, and said coldly: "Don't worry about them, stay with me."

"..." Qin Yao lowered his eyes and listened to his words, "Okay."

In the next room, Ishimoto's sister walked out of the room. There was a person standing in front of her, it was the boss. He still had an iron chain in his hand, and there were a few disobedient evil spirits tied behind him.

The boss glanced at her without saying anything, and raised his chin to indicate that he should follow her.

Then their group of ghosts walked straight out of the inn. It was extremely desolate outside. Many souls were staring at the people inside the window, just waiting to devour them. They saw that the boss waited for the ghosts to come out and they did not react.

Unknowingly, he had already walked out of the confines of Wancheng. Suddenly the boss stopped and there was a person standing in front of him, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Shi Ben's eyes widened in anger. He was holding a black bowl in his hand, with the bottom covered with gold patterns. He was facing them and threatened: "Hurry up and give her to me!"

The boss blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother and sister have a deep love?"

"Tell me first, what are you going to do after you take away your sister's soul?"

Ishimoto said fiercely: "It's none of your business! And you actually went back on your word! I was also careless, and I actually believed what a ghost said!"

The air was silent for a moment, and the boss looked at his sister and said, "Are you going with him?"

The younger sister tilted her head, her eyes were blurry, and she was unconscious. She murmured: "Brother... is a bad person."

Ishimoto: "..."

"Well, look, it's not my fault!" The boss grinned, but his eyes were full of darkness. He suddenly broke through his disguise and said, "Isn't it you who sold your sister?"

"It was you who called those merchants over. You took a large sum of money and thought you could go away happily. Unexpectedly, your sister killed these merchants."

"Now you don't dare to go into the city again, because they are all guys who want to settle accounts with you. In order to calm down their anger." The boss pointed darkly at the bowl held by Shi Ben, "You plan to take your sister in." Put it in a bowl and leave it to them.”

"Hiss... As for how to deal with it, it is probably the kind of torture that cannot be overcome, and life is worse than death, right? Alas, a brother like you has the nerve to show off the deep love between brother and sister?"

Shi Ben's face turned pale and he shouted angrily: "You fart!! She is my biological sister, how could I do this to her?"

Boss: "It was just because of the kiss that I made the move. What a pity for this child. She was waiting for you to come home in the cave, but you went to the city to have fun. She thought you would come to save her until she died."