The villain is being forced to whitewash again

Facing the first one, the sword was already very shiny after being wiped before, and it didn't stay stuck when it was stabbed in.

One, two, three... fifty corpses fell crookedly on the ground, Qin Shi watched indifferently, no one could see what he was thinking, the surrounding villagers stared at them with hatred, blood Drop by drop ticking down, the leader smiled so happily.

"Take your rewards, you deserve it."

My sister picked up a handful from the ground, and the family that lost a man only had one grain. One life was exchanged for such a grain of silver. They held it tightly in their hands, and they burst out uncontrollably with tears in their eyes.

"Mod!"

Suddenly, an old woman was leaning on a cane, tremblingly shaking off the woman beside her who was holding her and preventing her from coming out.

Those deeply sunken eye sockets were dry, and no more tears could flow down, but the misery and hatred burned more and more intensely.

Being called by her first name, the leader didn't get angry. He sat on a chair and watched her walking towards him. The twin sisters wanted to stop her but were stopped by his raised hand gesture, "Unexpectedly, you still Remember who I am."

The old woman's teeth were all gone, and she was leaning on crutches like a short and thin person who fell to the ground at any time.

"Before my mother told my father my name, you appeared here and took his life like today. For decades, my brother, husband, and son have been without exception. Why are you still not satisfied? My grandson is also taken away! You monster, why don't you kill me too!"

The younger sister just wanted to raise the leather whip in her hand and whip a whip on her body, "Damn old woman, what did you say?"

Mo De got up from the chair, grabbed it from his sister, and slowly released it in front of the old woman, and rolled it on the ground with a thud, twitching the corner of his mouth.

"I won't kill you, but I will encourage you to live stronger, because only in this way, one day you will find that your great-grandson will die in front of yourself without exception."

"...why...why do you torture me like this..." The old woman clutched her chest and cried hoarsely in despair. Her daughter-in-law saw that she couldn't breathe and helped her, but it was too late.

Stretching out a hand tremblingly, pointing at Mo De, before dying, the old woman left a curse soaked in vicious hatred, "You heartless monster...doomed to die, even if you are a ghost, I I won't... let you go..."

"Mother! Mother!" With her hands down, the daughter-in-law cried and hugged the dying old woman in her arms.

Mo De didn't mind, the sun was coming out, his fun was over, the interest was dull, and the crying in the village was not as boring as this.

My sister took out a porcelain bottle, dripped them into the mouths of the fifty dead bodies one by one, kicked them into a big pit prepared in advance, and added soil until they were buried.

Seven days later, the transformed walking corpses will crawl out of the pit, with vague memories of their lifetime, and based on the desire for the blood of the leader, they will only become a new batch of believers loyally.

They also come here like this, family, friendship, and love are all the same thing in their eyes, a pile of garbage, and they can't arouse any interest.

Qin Shi stood there all the time, his eyes cast on the bloody sand, his face expressionless, he wanted to turn around and leave, but his hands and feet were always cold, and some even wanted to kneel down and retch.

"Okay, it's all done, so many people are exhausting me." The younger sister tapped her shoulder loosely, and couldn't help complaining. Seeing Qin Shi staying there, she shouted in wonder, "Standing still stupidly!" What are you doing, let's go."

He followed them and left. In the desert, the footsteps were heavy, and the countless villagers behind them watched them leave with resentment, grief, and fear, as if they were watching a group of demons.

Back in the carriage, the sun had slowly risen outside, and the white radiance spread over the desert. Only the dead darkness remained inside the carriage, unchanged as before.

"Hey, the leader is looking for you." The younger sister pursed her lips, propped herself against the wall, watched him walk by, and said suddenly, "I advise you not to face the leader with your face drooping like this."

"..." He stopped.

The younger sister folded her arms on her chest and said provocatively: "This is the experience of the seniors. If you want to survive, you must be a qualified good doll, and you will not fail to win the favor of the leader. Otherwise, there will be no future."

He didn't respond and walked over.

Under the bustling and rich wall, the coffin was opened, and Mo De leaned inside, with soft pillows behind him, and a golden goblet of fine wine was placed on the ground.

He was concentrating on looking at a thick ancient book, and slowly turned over a page. The words on it were incomprehensible to him. He didn't notice him coming in, and he didn't say anything. He stood at the door and waited.

Time slipped by for a while, Mo De seemed to be a little dry and wanted to moisten his throat, looked up, as if he had just seen him standing at the door, although this assumption was so stupid.

"Come here and sit next to me."

He did so, even though the resistance in him was already surging.

"You did a good job. I thought you would be hesitant, but in the end it made my eyes shine. Compared with other people, it can be regarded as a very good performance." Mo De smiled.

"Has anyone else done the same thing as me before?"

Mo De disapproved and said: "Those things are just cowards with little ability. They can't even do such trivial things well, and they don't even have the qualifications to become walking corpses."

So in your eyes, is their meaning of existence limited to this?

He really wanted to understand Mo De's beliefs as much as possible, but he realized that he couldn't do it at all. If he hadn't been the master, he would have left here long ago and stopped enduring it.

Probably this unstable emotion leaked out, and Mo De slowly narrowed his eyes.

This is a bad sign.

"...you don't seem to like doing it."

He could have concealed it, and if he told the truth, he might die, but he kept shouting in his heart, and it became clearer and stronger.

"I don't like it, and I feel nauseous and extremely disgusted."

Mo De was obviously unhappy, leaning on the cushion, his sharp fangs looming, like the coldness deep in his eyes, "Then why do you still have to do it?"

He met those blood-colored red pupils, and the bright yellow candle was slowly burning in the room, quiet and full of lingering gloom, facing a monster without a heartbeat.

"Because it was your order."

The atmosphere became blurred. During the long silence, Mo De suddenly smiled. The despicable deep meaning tortured his brain all the time, and melted and smeared everywhere together with the expressions of those people when they died.

"Because it's my order, even if you don't like it, want to vomit, or hate it, you will still follow it without hesitation, right?"

He didn't answer, but he did.

Mo De couldn't help laughing, for a while, Qin Shi wanted to kill the person in front of him, and he had already described various ways to die.

I'm sure I'm quite disgusted with this person, but why, ask yourself, he still lets his cold fingers caress the contours of his face, and closes his eyes cooperatively, like a mindless puppet plaything?

Why... He muttered to himself in his heart, why did such a situation with Mao Dun happen...

Began to yearn for the arrival of a person, who is that person?What does it have to do with him?don't know...don't understand...have no clue...

"You must be very tired. It will be a long time before you can go back. Go and rest." Mo De said softly and compassionately.

Leave this room and go back.

The younger sister saw that he was unscathed, and opened her eyes wide, didn't she, and went in with a stinky face, so it's okay!

Feelings of sourness and jealousy surfaced in my heart, just as the carriage stopped slowly, my sister came in from the outside, frowned and said to her: "There are some human-headed spiders wandering around outside, we must clean them up so as not to delay our return, you go with me have a look."

The younger sister deliberately mocked: "Why do you want me to go, that guy has no business to do all day long, why can't he just let him handle it, after all, he is also a left protector."

Qin Shi passed by the twin sisters, and the sister asked defensively, "Where are you going?"

The only response I got was the disappearing figure, hidden in the desert, leaning against the edge of the door, the younger sister rolled her eyes towards the sky, and said, what are you pretending to be noble.

My sister said: "What do you provoke him to do? What if something happens to him?"

The younger sister said without a straight face: "What are you afraid of? Anyway, the leader said before that he doesn't care about a waste. Even a spider with a human head can't deal with the Zuo protector who is qualified to be the Blood Cult. It's better to die directly. Okay, worry so much Why, we have taken turns driving the carriage for so long, and we were exhausted from burying the corpse just now, so take this opportunity to take a good rest and let's go."

After thinking about it, it really made sense, so he followed into the carriage.

In the desolate desert, Qin Shi walked on it alone.

It's not that I was irritated, but staying there made me very uncomfortable. All kinds of inexplicable feelings were intertwined, hurting each other, and my footsteps became heavier. Dealing with the human-headed spider was optional.

Seeing a person lying on the ground from a distance, it's not like I haven't seen it before, so I walked up naturally, pulled out the antique sword and the tip of the sword that I carried with me, and kept facing that thing to prevent sudden attacks.

He stepped on a close position, suddenly his feet were empty, and with a snap, the grid trap bound him, and he was then shocked, the electricity was strong enough to kill an ordinary person, it was a deadly attack.

The people on the ground got up, and it was Li Qingxi who pressed the switch of the remote control, walked over, and said with a sigh: "Oh, don't blame me for being rude, if you don't use such a large dose, with your non-human cultivation, I will definitely die .”

As he spoke, he squatted down, took out a dagger from his arms, and muttered to himself, "...I hope this can be useful."

He lifted it up, mercilessly, and directly pierced the heart with a knife.