I cross you in the world of mortals [Rebirth]

Shu Yun was staggered by Zhang Qing's push, but fortunately, Shen Jimo who was beside her helped her, so she didn't fall down the stairs.

She managed to stand still, but the stove above her head began to collapse, and the steps under her feet quickly collapsed.

For a time, countless rocks fell, and there was nowhere to stand.

Ji Zhuo said urgently: "Shen Jimo, I will lead the way ahead, you just follow!"

Before he finished speaking, he picked up Shu Yun with one hand and the young man with the other, and called out "Tired Cloud" at the same time.

"Tired Cloud" split the gravel neatly in front, and Ji Zhuo followed closely behind and flew out. It took about half a cup of tea, and the three of them fell outside.

The snow outside had stopped, there were no stars and no moon, it was pitch black, but the snow covered the ground layer upon layer. As soon as Shu Yun and the young man landed, they felt severe pain in the soles of their feet and almost fell to their knees.

Seeing this, Ji Zhuo lifted the two of them up and down, rushed into the inn through the window, stood still, and then released the two of them.

He raised his eyes to look at the exit not far away, but he didn't see Shen Jimo in the crimson clothes, could something have happened?

He didn't have time to think about it, he flew out, but before he landed on the exit, there was a "boom" from the exit, and then, a ball of fire rushed out from it, the fire was so high that it was only a short distance away from his clothes Inch.

He stepped back slightly before landing on the ground.

The fire was so bright that it illuminated the dark night as if it were day, and even the withered grass and dead trees around were fully visible.

Sparks sprinkled on the ground, and a large piece of withered grass immediately "crackled" into flames. In an instant, the whole world was tightly wrapped in thick smoke, and the bright hall just now disappeared.

But after a while, because the snow was too thick, the fire could not spread to the surroundings, and it had already subsided.

Ji Zhuo raised his voice in the smog, "Shen Jimo".

No one answered.

"Shen Jimo!" He called out again, "Don't make fun of me!"

Still no answer.

He looked around intently, but there was no sign of Shen Jimo.

Why hasn't Shen Jimo come out yet?

He chanted a mantra to protect himself, and then rushed into the raging fire without hesitation.

Although the fire couldn't hurt him at all, it still made him sweat all over his body, and even his eyelashes were covered with beads of sweat.

Suddenly, a soft voice said: "Ji Zhuo."

That voice was very familiar, Ji Zhuo followed the reputation, and it really was Shen Jimo.

Shen Jimo's clothes fluttered, and the whole person was surrounded by the flames, looking more and more gorgeous. With a little smile on his lips, he stretched out his hand towards Ji Zhuo.

Ji Zhuo grabbed that hand and held him in his arms.

After a while, the two of them landed on the ground, Shen Jimo raised his head slightly, and said with a smile, "Ji Zhuo, don't you want me to die?"

Ji Zhuo pushed Shen Jimo away, and said coldly: "I have already said that I will protect you well."

Shen Jimo combed through his hair with his fingers, picked up a bunch, and said maliciously: "Aren't you trying to protect me? I burned a little bit of my hair, do you want to compensate me?"

Ji Zhuo frowned, didn't know how to answer, after a long while, he said awkwardly: "How do you want me to compensate you?"

Shen Jimo took a step forward, the bright red lips were only an inch away from Ji Zhuo's lips, and the white air they exhaled was so close that they were entangled together.

Ji Zhuo thought that Shen Jimo was going to belittle him, thinking about whether to push him away, but the next moment, he heard Shen Jimo laughing: "Young Master Ji, why don't you treat me to a drink some other day."

Ji Zhuo was startled, nodded and replied: "Yes."

Shen Jimo leaned into Ji Zhuo's arms, the corners of his lips brushed against Ji Zhuo's earlobe, then, he took two steps back and smiled triumphantly, "Young Master Ji, did you think I was going to kiss you just now?"

On that side, Zhang Qing glanced at the raging fire in the crevices of the rocks, squinted and smiled.

Zhang Qing's right foot was bloody and his bones were shattered. He couldn't exert any strength, so he could only put his whole body weight on his left foot, which was pierced by a seven-inch long iron nail.

He walked extremely hard, with bloodstains snaking behind him, it was very difficult, and finally he was about to leave the kitchen, but a silver light pierced into his heart vividly.

He lowered his head and looked, but it was a dagger. The dagger was gone, only the rough handle was still exposed. It looked like this dagger was specially bought by him to skin Lao Qi, who had complained about it. The dagger didn't work well, and it became blunt after peeling a few pieces of human skin, which made him waste time to sharpen it. He heard too many complaints, and Zhang Qing got impatient, so he simply bought five more at a stretch, which blocked the old man. Qi's mouth.

Blood kept flowing out from the opening, mixing with the blood on the ground. There were only two candles in the kitchen, which were not clearly illuminated. The bleak light covered the blood stains, which made the scarlet liquid look much softer.

"Ah! I killed, I killed, I avenged my father..."

The young man standing in front of Zhang Qing looked like he was insane. He muttered "I avenged my father, I avenged my father..." while stretching out his hand to remove the dagger embedded in Zhang Qing's heart. Pulled out alive.

As the dagger was separated from the body, a pool of blood splashed on the young man's face. The young man stared at Zhang Qing through his blood-stained eyes, and stabbed him again.

After this blow, Zhang Qing was unable to stand up anymore and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhang Qing stretched out his hand to cover the wound on his heart with great effort, his eyes were fixed on the blood overflowing from the gap between his fingers, and he sobbed suddenly. It flows faster.

The young man squatted down crying and laughing, pulled out the dagger in Zhang Qing's heart again, and said viciously: "Murderer, die!"

Zhang Qing watched helplessly as the tip of the dagger sank into her heart little by little, and thought of her mother in her mind.

Before he left, his mother held him by the hand and said, "Qing'er, if you can't find a satisfactory job, you can go home. Mother still has an acre of land. Mother will save some food, and she will never starve you." of."

In a daze, he saw his mother running towards him in a hurry again, and said happily: "Qing'er, you are finally back. You have been out for so many days, look at you, you have become thin like a monkey."

He saw that the hair on his mother's head was much more colorful than before he left, and he was heartbroken, so he forced a smile and said, "Mother, I'm back."

In the wonderful illusion, Zhang Qing finally closed his eyes and swallowed his last breath.

Seeing that Zhang Qing had died, the young man stepped on his head and snorted coldly: "You murderer, you are finally dead. You died well. You should go to the eighteenth floor of hell."

Seeing this, a guest hiding outside the kitchen pointed at the young man in horror and screamed, "Murderer!"

Another guest was attracted by the voice, took a look boldly, and said in a low voice: "He just killed one person, and now he kills another, we'd better stay away from him, so as not to be killed by him."