My monsters are going to heaven

After returning home, Lu Yiming lay on the bed with his hands on his pillow, his mind was full of the scene of that man screwing his head off last night.

Looking at it horizontally and vertically, it is impossible to be a person.

If I hadn't encountered too many strange things in recent days, I would have been scared to death.

But when he thought of the boundless fear in Qingchen's clear eyes and the trembling pitiful appearance, Lu Yiming knew that this was not something that would harm people.

Thinking about it, Zhou Xiaosheng kept him by his side for so long, and it didn't matter much.

But... is it really good to keep this inhuman thing by your side?

Does Zhou Xiaosheng know that Qingchen is a monster?

Speaking of Zhou Xiaosheng, Lu Yiming felt a strange sense of intimacy.

Since his grandfather, the Lu family has always been a single lineage, and he has not even had brothers and sisters since he was a child, and he didn't even have cousins.

Now that there is a clan brother coming to recognize his relatives, he is still a romantic and elegant person. Although he can't help but have some doubts, it would be a lie to say that he is not surprised at all.

Having said that, with their Lu family down to this point, there is no need for Zhou Xiaosheng to deceive him, right?

If it's true, that's great.

Kimporo was sitting on a tree branch and taking a nap, when a familiar voice came from below.

"Hey."

Recently, Lu Yiming got angry with him, and he stopped calling him by his name a long time ago, and "hey" and "hey" all day long.

He squinted his eyes deliberately in silence.

"Hey, Jin, don't be shameless." Lu Yiming picked up a small stone and threw it, and the stone brushed past Jin Poluo's ear.

Kim Poro finally opened his eyes and glanced down, laughing: "When did my surname become Jin?"

"Jin Poluo" was the name Lu Yiming gave him shortly after we first met him. He didn't refuse this code name just because he was too lazy to talk to Lu Yiming at that time. It doesn't mean that his real surname is Jin.

Lu Yiming took advantage of the situation and asked, "Then what's your last name?"

Kim Poro stretched his waist, frowned slightly, and said, "What do you want me to do?" It was like this every time, or he didn't look good for a few days, or he ran over suddenly to make friends.

Lu Yiming smiled: "I'm so bored."

Jin Poluo turned his head to look into his eyes, there were a few smiles in the corners of his eyes, suddenly his face darkened, he snorted coldly, and said lightly: "What are you doing out here?"

"Hahahaha. Did you recognize it?"

"Lu Yiming" under the tree laughed mischievously, and before he finished his sentence, his figure flashed, and he jumped up the tree branch like a cat, sat next to Jinpoluo, and said softly: "I should learn It's very similar."

Before Kimporo could reply, he said "Oh" as if he had an epiphany, and his eyes rolled like the beads of an abacus: "I see, you only recognize my eyes every time, right?" He muttered self-consciously, "Supposedly, my eyes are the same pair as his eyes, so what's the difference?"

Seeing Kim Poro's stern face and silence, Hua Moyan moved closer, almost touching the tip of his nose to Kim Poro's, and said with a smile, "I'm not your master, are you disappointed?"

Jin Poluo slightly raised his eyelids, two cold lights shot out from the deep eye sockets, piercing into Hua Moyan's eyes like two poisonous needles soaked in ice.

Even though she didn't feel any pain, Hua Moyan shuddered inexplicably, and quickly stepped back a little, looking serious.

"Come on, let's stop teasing you. Do you still have my donkey skin?"

He paused intentionally, his beautiful eyes overflowed with radiance, and looked at Kim Po Luo, who had a calm expression on his face: "Don't break your promise about the things you promised."

The two had previously agreed that Hua Moyan would help him find a way to break the seal, and Kim Poro must help him destroy the donkey skin.

"I haven't found a way to destroy it yet," Kimporo said frankly.

Hua Moyan said bitterly: "I don't know what kind of secret technique is used to make that donkey skin. It won't be damaged by a knife, gun or flint. If I want it to be wiped out immediately, I can't help it. But... it needs to be destroyed slowly. If you lose it, there should still be a way.”

Kimporo squinted at him.

Hua Moyan continued unhurriedly: "The donkey skin is most afraid of water. Once it gets wet, it will become unbearably thick. If you can find a waterfall facing west and east and put it under it for ten or eight years, Maybe it can be soaked softly. Maybe it will be soaked to pieces in a certain year."

Kim Poro raised his eyebrows and said coldly, "No time."

Too lazy to find is one aspect.

On the other hand, China's terrain is mostly high in the west and low in the east. I have only heard of rivers flowing eastward, so it is not so easy to find one that flows westward.

Could it be that he had to travel all over Qianshan to find a west-facing cloth for the donkey skin?

Hua Moyan sneered: "I knew you would say that. You don't need to look for it. I know there is such a good place nearby."

The 'good place' that Hua Moyan said was not far from Jinling Town, it was on the back hill to the west of Yinjue Town next door.

This is a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles. The further you go, the less people are visited.

Coincidentally, this mountain range runs from east to west. The mountains in the east are higher and steeper, while the mountains in the west become flatter.

Across several undulating green peaks, there is a huge lake at the junction of the two mountains. The lake water gushes out continuously from the ground and rushes towards the low place. Because the mountains in the west drop sharply, it forms a side The huge waterfall facing west, and the bottom of the valley more than ten feet below converge into a lake.

People around who know this lake call it a "ghost lake", and no one dares to approach it casually.

Because the lake not only bears the huge impact of the waterfall, but also whirlpools appear from time to time in places far away from the waterfall, and any creatures that fall into the lake are often swallowed to the bottom of the lake and never come ashore.

Hua Moyan said that he discovered this lake when he traveled with Mo Laodao back then.

He and the old Taoist pondered for a long time and searched through ancient books, but they didn't know the origin of this lake and the reason why it was so ferocious.

Kimporo stood on the bank looking at the shimmering ghost lake, grabbed a field mouse from the ground, and threw it into the lake tentatively.

This kind of vole is water-aware, and it easily poked up water in the lake, and soon paved the water to get close to the shore.

Seeing that the lake surface seemed to smell the fragrance of food, four or five fist-sized whirlpools quietly opened up around the field mouse. In a blink of an eye, these small whirlpools merged into a bigger whirlpool, like a sheet of blood. With its big mouth, it swallowed the struggling vole in one gulp.

The surface of the lake returned to calm after two bubbles appeared after the unlucky field mouse disappeared.

Kim Poro crossed his chest and sighed, "You want me to dive down and press the donkey's hide to the bottom?"

Hua Moyan was hanging upside down on a pine branch protruding from a nearby pine tree, pretending to be a wind chime hanging on a rope, swinging back and forth with the wind.

He smiled and said: "You are entrusted by others, and you are loyal to others. You old monster should still be honest?"

"I'm not good at swimming." Kimporo lazily refused.

"When did you become so timid, you old monster!" Hua Moyan sat upright on the pine branch, snorted, and said, "If you don't go, I will." After a pause, seeing that Jinpoluo didn't want to stop him She couldn't help but smile shyly and said, "Are you willing?"

As he spoke, he deliberately scratched the back of his left hand on the rough pine branches, and a bright red bloodstain immediately appeared on the back of his white and tender hand.

"Look," Hua Moyan was in pain himself, and put the wound on his left hand to his mouth to lick it, "This mortal body is really useless."

Kim Poro took out a hemp rope from nowhere, and said calmly, "Go down, I'll use it to drag you on the shore."

Hua Moyan's eyes widened: "You're crazy, it's no wonder that the rope doesn't stop at once. You don't want your young master's life anymore?"

Kim Poro grinned, "How will you know if you don't try?"

He was just sure that Hua Moyan would never take the risk himself.

Sure enough, Hua Mo Yan stared at him fiercely with a livid face, and didn't speak for a while.

"Actually, this matter is very simple." Kimporo unhurriedly took out the gray and fluffy donkey skin from the bag on his back.

Hua Moyan screamed in fright, jumped back several trees, hugged an old pine trunk far away and hid behind, saying, "You... when did you take it with you?"

Jinpoluo didn't answer, but mocked, "What are you afraid of?"

After all, this pair of donkey skins is just a pair of dead skins now.

"You know what a fart!" Hua Moyan said bitterly from a distance.

For others, it is at most a pair of fur; for him, it is a cage that has imprisoned him for countless years.

Before he could start cursing, Kim Poro just dropped the donkey skin into the lake.

Soon it was swallowed by the sudden vortex.

He was startled, and said in shock, "You...you just threw it away like this?"

Kim Poro: "If you're worried, you can go down there and see for yourself, it won't come out yet."

After a few ups and downs, Hua Moyan skimmed to the lakeside.

He bent down and looked into the lake, only to see his half reflection on the clear green water.

Under the lake, nothing can be seen.

... That piece of donkey skin that has tortured him for a hundred years and made him sleepless and sleepy, is this how to solve it?

It happened so easily that he couldn't believe it for a moment.

Yes, things were not as complicated as he thought.

His fear of donkey skin far exceeds the difficulty of the matter itself.

After making sure that the donkey skin didn't float up, Hua Moyan suddenly plopped down on the shore, put his hands on the ground and began to laugh softly, the laughter gradually amplified, became more and more unscrupulous, until his whole body trembled.

"Hahahahaha! Hahahaha! Hahahahahahaha!..."

It was almost necessary to release all the laughter he had accumulated for a hundred years.

His horrific laughter hovered over the valley.

The birds in the vicinity seemed to be frightened by the laughter, and they froze towards the distance in a daze.

Kim Poro couldn't help covering his ears with his hands, and looked up at the sky impatiently.

The sky was overcast with clouds, and it seemed that another heavy rain was going to happen.

After laughing for some time, Hua Moyan finally raised his head and let out a long sigh of relief when his whole body was so weak from laughing.

His own image in the lake raised his face as he moved.

But this face is not Lu Yiming's.

It was a familiar yet unfamiliar face with clear eyebrows.

what?

Over there, when Kim Poro heard the laughter stop, he turned his head subconsciously, and saw Hua Moyan reaching into the water as if grabbing something, and then he was dragged into the lake by an invisible force.

"Wow!"

The author has something to say: Summary of the previous story: Chapter 46 Zhou Xiaosheng came to recognize his relatives (Zhou and Lu’s grandfathers were twin brothers)

As for the agreement between Hua Moyan and Kim Poro, it was a long time ago, but the agreement has not been fulfilled