Heavenly Thunder strikes me down, and I become a Disaster Demon Lord

Fang Mo withdrew his hand suddenly, and opened his eyes quickly.

The shrill screams in his ears were still neighing, seeing the bloody and horrific scene with his own eyes, Fang Mo also felt the same, his heart was constantly heaving.

Fang Mo took a slow breath and collected himself.

More than once, he felt that his life as a ghost doctor would be short-lived.

But I can see it, it's not bad if I die earlier and go back with Liu Xu.

"How?" Lin Feng hurriedly poured him a glass of water and asked.

The time from Fang Mo closing his eyes to opening them was very short, Lin Feng had just sat down for a while, and it was over in a blink of an eye.

Fang Mo thanked him softly, took a sip of hot tea, and calmed down.

Dou'er on the bed also slowly opened his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he looked like he was about to cry, tightly pursed his lips, turned over and buried himself under the bed.

Such an appearance of being wronged and suffering made Lin Feng dare not ask rashly.

"What did you see?" He could only ask Fang Mo in a low voice.

Fang Mo's eardrum seemed to be still being torn, he pressed his index finger on his temple, and said, "Dou'er was killed by someone. I don't know the person who killed him."

Lin Feng felt relieved.

Fang Mo didn't know him, at least it can prove that Shi Chongyan didn't do it.

Dou'er was emotionally unstable, Lin Feng and Fang Mo went outside and closed the door behind them.

"What happened then?" Lin Feng asked, "What did the person who killed him look like?"

"Dou'er ran into that man in the Tu Temple." Fang Mo recalled, "He seemed to be using those monks to practice some weird spells. Dou'er passed out for a while, and I couldn't understand it."

"That bean?" Lin Feng looked into the room.

"He was also killed by that person." Fang Mo's flat tone was mixed with an indescribable sigh, "It was extremely painful to be used by that person to try out techniques."

Fang Mo's peaceful tone made Lin Feng's hairs stand on end for no reason, and he got goose bumps all over his body.

"What are the characteristics of that person?" Lin Feng asked.

"The white clothes were stained with blood. When I saw him clearly, my face was against the light, but I could see that he was born like a dog." Fang Mo sarcastically, "When he talked to Dou'er, his tone was gentle, which made people's hair stand on end."

"By the way." Fang Mo said again, "The clothes he is wearing are somewhat familiar, like the unified standard of a certain sect of cultivating immortals. At that time, he was holding a sword in his hand, which did not look extraordinary."

Fang Mo's description was vague, but a warm and smiling face gradually became clearer in Lin Feng's mind.

Lin Feng couldn't help clenching his fingertips: "The sword in his hand...is it a sword with a green glow?"

"Yes." Fang Mo replied, "You know him?"

Lin Feng didn't answer, but asked again: "Is the clothes you're wearing a pure white Taoist robe, with light blue lotus petal patterns only on the sleeves?"

"Exactly." Fang looked at him indifferently, "You really know who it is."

Lin Feng remained silent for a long time, and slowly let go of the fingertips that were gripping the corners of his clothes, and they were already a little numb.

"I know." Lin Feng said in a deep voice, "Tianqing Mountain's senior brother, the head disciple, Gu Xuanzhi."

Fang Mo immediately understood, and also understood why Lin Feng's face became so ugly in an instant.

During these few days of getting along, Lin Feng and Fang Mo had a little understanding of the two of them: "It turns out that he is the person you once admired."

Lin Feng was immersed in conflict and hatred, and couldn't react for a while: "It is... huh?"

He immediately denied: "No!"

"No?" Fang Mo asked suspiciously, "But I heard Liu Xu said..."

Lin Feng was powerless to refute: "How did Mr. Liu know?"

Fang Mo thought for a while: "Maybe I heard from Shi Chongyan."

Lin Feng sighed helplessly.

He should have known that this man was really good at spreading rumors.

"He used to be a senior brother I admired, that's all." Lin Feng said without emotion, "He killed my master and junior brother, and put the blame on me to put me to death. I have no relationship with him."

"The hatred of killing a teacher is irrelevant. When I left the teacher's door, I let it go." Lin Feng's eyes drooped slightly, and his eyes fell on his open fingers. "One day, I will teach him to pay with blood."

Fang Mo looked at life and death for a long time, and softly comforted him: "Success or failure, right and wrong, turn your head away, and all the grievances and hatred will turn into ghosts and loess after death."

Lin Feng said nothing, but shook his head: "Ghosts know that there is kindness and revenge, let alone living people."

He was once relied on as a close relative, but now he hates him even more.

The warmth in the past was all an illusion, and finally turned into a bone-piercing ice blade, piercing the blood in a cavity to freeze into ice.

Fang Mo nodded.

He seldom speaks much about matters decided by others, and only asks truthfully: "Your senior brother is practicing magic, and you have never noticed it?"

"Until that day, no one could think of him in that direction." Lin Feng laughed at himself, "He is gentle and upright in his daily life.

Those hatreds are not all disguises, even now, Lin Feng can't figure it out.

Gu Xuanzhi, who hates evil spirits, why would he willingly degenerate and practice those evil methods that even evil spirits would sneer at?

Fang Mo said: "Hating demons does not conflict with his own practice of evil."

Lin Feng was noncommittal.

Some images suddenly flashed in his mind.

Something he had thought was a dream, or something he hadn't noticed before.

He remembered that Gu Xuanzhi once raised many fluffy little white rabbits in his residence.

But not long after, those rabbits all died inexplicably.

Speaking of which, Fang Mo seemed to have never seen how those rabbits died.

I only remember one day when he went to look for Gu Xuanzhi, he was stopped outside the gate of the courtyard, and Gu Xuanzhi looked a little disappointed, and just told him that he couldn't let the rabbit play with him today.

It was only after repeated questioning that Gu Xuanzhi told him the fact that the rabbit had died.

However, recalling at this moment, that sad face overlapped with an indistinct smiling face.

The scene of the snow-white dumpling dyed scarlet rolling all over the ground was like a nightmare, and it broke into my mind reluctantly.

Lin Feng began to wonder which memory was the real one.

"Are you okay?" Fang Mo gently held Lin Feng's shoulder.

Lin Feng said wearily: "Nothing."

"What happened next?" He asked Fang Mo, "Then what you saw just now, Master Gu... What exactly did Gu Xuanzhi do to Dou'er?"

Fang Mo shook his head: "The memory I discovered just now only lasted until his death, and what happened after that is still unknown."

"Can you take a peek?" Lin Feng asked, "I remember Dou'er said earlier that I heard someone talking and talked about the demon king, but you didn't see it just now."

Fang Mo rubbed his chin with his finger, pondered for a moment: "Hmm... that is most likely his memory after he became a ghost."

Lin Feng hesitated: "Then..."

"Why don't we ask him first." Fang Mo looked into the room.

They chatted outside the door for a while, and Dou'er's agitated emotions when he first woke up had calmed down a lot.

Remembering the past is like dying again, and it must not be a pleasant experience.

Before Lin Feng opened his mouth, Fang Mo handed Douer a pill and said, "You remember?"

Douer didn't ask what it was, just ate it dumbly, and nodded: "Yeah."

Swallowing the pill, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

Lin Feng was puzzled: "Huh?"

"It wasn't you who killed me. I'm sorry for misunderstanding you earlier." The kid was clearly apologizing, but his tone was still arrogant.

Lin Feng knew that he was shy, and he would never argue with children: "It's nothing."

"We know who hurt you." Fang Mo took the opportunity to be persuasive, "But if you want revenge, you have to tell us what happened afterwards, remember?"

Dou'er looked gloomy, and nodded heavily.

"He forcibly pulled my soul out of my body..." Just from the tone of each word, you can hear the gnashing of teeth quickly after wanting to kill someone, "He wants to make me into a ghost."

Lin Feng frowned.

"But it seems to have failed." Dou'er recalled, "I don't remember, maybe I didn't listen to him, or it could be other reasons... In short, he failed."

Douer failed to turn into a ghost for Gu Xuanzhi to drive as Gu Xuanzhi wished, but was pulled out of his body by him.

Under the sorcery, the living soul has turned into a dead soul, and Fang was hit hard, and he was in a daze.

Dou'er wandered in the hall and saw Gu Xuanzhi buried his and those monks' corpses in the slaughtered temple.

The tall Buddha statue lowered its eyes, and looked at him with compassionate eyes.

After Gu Xuanzhi finished everything, he looked back at the Gu Buddha and the little ghost floating in front of his seat, his expression was gentle from beginning to end.

He cast a little spell, and his clothes were as white as ever.

Just like when he came, as if nothing had happened, he put away his sword, and walked out from the main gate openly.

Dou'er was ignorant at that time, and only unconsciously followed the back of the person who killed him with his eyes.

The figure walked to the outermost door and stopped suddenly.

"What a coincidence." A person outside the temple said, "Let me see, who is this?"

Gu Xuanzhi didn't speak, the voice said with a smile: "Hey, isn't this the first disciple of Tianqing Mountain, the righteous model praised by everyone in the immortal sect, Mr. Gu Xuanzhi?"

Gu Xuanzhi finally moved, the green glow came out of its sheath, and the sword roared and rang out.

He and the visitors appeared to be fighting outside the temple.

However, after a few tricks, the man laughed and said: "Young Master Gu, don't waste your energy, with your current magic power, I'm afraid you can at most draw with me, why bother?"

"Heh, do you need a reason for killing demons?" Gu Xuanzhi sneered.

This time the man was genuinely surprised: "I really admire, I can see clearly what Mr. Gu did here just now. Why, the moment he turned his head, Mr. Gu himself forgot? "

"Then I'll help you remember." The man said in a relaxed tone, "You destroyed the gates of these bald donkeys in Luoxia Temple, and even captured an innocent passer-by to try magic. Devil?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Gu Xuanzhi asked him with a smile.

"Young Master Gu," the man smiled, "Look, what is this?"

Gu Xuanzhi's voice suddenly changed: "Give it to me!"

The scramble outside the temple intensified, but the mysterious visitor said with a little difficulty during the fight: "Young Master Gu, don't do this, I want to talk to you!"

The walls of the courtyard were covered with dust, and it was unknown who had been pinned on the wall by whom.

Gu Xuanzhi said coldly: "I have nothing to say to you!"

"Don't be like this." The man's tone was a little oily, "I know you hate the demons, and you hate the demon king even more. Coincidentally, I hate him too."

"What does that have to do with me?" Gu Xuanzhi asked.

"I can't get rid of him, and you can't get rid of him either." The man tempted, "But what if you and I join forces?"

Seeing that Gu Xuanzhi was silent, the man continued: "Attack both inside and outside, no matter how strong something is, it will be crushed one day."

"But why should I believe you?" Gu Xuanzhi asked after a long time.

"You have no choice." The man laughed frivolously, "This magic weapon records everything here. Unless, you want to make everything in this temple public. Let all the sects of Xianmen have a look, and what they think is a model of an upright person, a gentleman, and a righteous way. How ugly it is."

This sword pierced Gu Xuanzhi's weakness.

After a long time, he snorted coldly: "Despicable and evil."

Hearing this, the man laughed loudly: "Everyone, each other."

The author has something to say: The real New Year is here, and today’s comments are posted to suppress money. I hope everyone will be healthy and healthy in the New Year!

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