The partner of the monster catcher is the fox monster

Hanging in mid-air were three men. The three kept twisting and shouting, trying to get out of the vines, but obviously it didn't work.

Standing downstairs, the God of Shoushan raised his hand, and the three vines led the people to slam into the wall behind them fiercely. The screaming stopped abruptly, and the three of them obviously survived a lot.

The oldest man among the three was the first to calm down, looking at the guarding mountain god below with a pale and trembling face, he said: "Dare, dare to ask my lord, which kind of god are you? My father and son have no grievances with you. Wuqiu, why suddenly..."

"No grudges in the distant sun, no grudges in the near future?" The mountain guard repeated what he said playfully, then appeared in front of the man in a flash, and asked in a cold voice: "There are more than two hundred Sumeru trees in Anping Mountain. , all of you who are more than three hundred years old are skinned without exception, the Centennial Spirit will be destroyed once, and my two hundred people will be destroyed once, is there no grudge? Or is there no enmity?"

"I... that..." The middle-aged man who was tied up by vines, the innocent look on his face was swept away just now, and he explained in a panic: "That, that... was sold to me by those carpenters. Yes! Those natives only see money in their eyes, and it has nothing to do with me! It has nothing to do with me, Grandpa Immortal!"

Hearing what he said, the Shoushan God sneered: "This deity gave you a dream for three nights, and a good word is enough to explain the relationship to you, right?"

Hearing what he said, the middle-aged man's face paled a lot. He paused for a long time. Song Yun could see that his eyes gradually changed from fear and helplessness to anger. Finally, the man struggled hard. , Shouted: "I admit the mistakes I made in a daze! One person does things and the other takes responsibility. What does my two sons have to do with this matter?!"

"You later instructed your son to develop it. What do you think the two of them have anything to do with this matter?" Shoushanshen sneered, "One person does the work and the other is in charge. How come you have such a big face?"

"The way of life left for you was blocked by your own hands." The guardian of the mountain stepped back a little, looked at the middle-aged man with a sneer on his face, and said word by word: "Your two sons are too."

As soon as the words fell, the vines on the waists of the two young men suddenly produced countless transparent and thin roots. Those roots were like silver needles, piercing directly into the flesh through the clothes on their bodies, and then growing rapidly between the flesh Swimming, separating the human skin from the muscles underneath.

The huge pain made the two of them struggle and scream unceasingly, and the howling like a ghost's cry made everyone's scalp numb.

"What's going on with me! What kind of hero is torturing a child?!" The middle-aged man on the vine saw his son being tortured like this, trembling all over his body, his face flushed, and struggling like crazy , while yelling at the mountain guardian god in mid-air like a mad dog: "What kind of god are you?! It's just a ghost! There's something coming at me!!!"

The Shoushan God let him scold him, even with a cold smile on his face.

The skinned roots of the two young men had already climbed up their necks. The five senses of the monks were keen. Even if they stood far away, they could still see something moving under the skin of the two young men. With the screams like ghosts crying, the scene was simply It became a living purgatory, and even the three senior detectives felt their thighs go weak, not to mention the new recruits who were not deeply involved in the world.

Those roots moved quickly under the skin, but within a few blinks, they had already reached the top of the head, and then there was a strange pulsation on the midline of the faces of the two people, followed by blood dripping without warning. It oozes out, from the forehead to the chin, and then the neck, in short, there is such a thin blood-red line in all the exposed places, which divides the person into two symmetrical halves extremely neatly.

Before Song Yun understood what was going on, Yin Huai suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and then he heard two groups of people not far away vomit.

"The following scenes are too bloody and violent, not suitable for children." Yin Huai simply covered Song Yun's eyes and pulled him into his arms with this movement.

Although Song Yun looked very calm just now, it was the first time he saw such a scene. His body froze for a long time, and he couldn't resist at all. When Yin Huai pulled him like this, he honestly stuck him into his arms .

Song Yun was stunned for a full or two minutes before he gradually came back to his senses. Yin Huai was obviously much calmer than him, his breathing behind his back was light and slow, and his heartbeat was steady and powerful.

After Song Yun came back to his senses, he stood in front of Yin Huai not long before he felt the temperature on his face rise very strangely.He cleared his throat in embarrassment, and quickly pulled Yin Huai's wrist to remove the hand that was covering his eyes.

But Yin Huai didn't insist, and was pulled away by Song Yun very consciously.

Song Yun just heard the sound and guessed that the human skin should be completely peeled off. Now it seems to be true, but after skipping the thrilling peeling process, only three blood-red humanoid objects are left hanging on the tree trunk .In addition, there were three puddles of blood on the ground, and the human skin that fell off was mixed in it, so it was impossible to see clearly.

In short, the current scene is no longer so visually impactful.

The guardian of the mountain had already landed on the ground at this time, and there were more than a dozen people hanging up and down on the branches protruding from his back. The huge tree crown formed a weird contrast with him.

Dozens of people on the top of the mountain are surprisingly quiet at this time. The demonic energy that had just shrouded the mountain has dissipated, but the top of the mountain is still covered with black clouds and thunder is faint. Can't breathe.

All of a sudden, a bright flash of lightning came from the clouds to the villa with the momentum of breaking a mountain of rubble, and a crackling sound exploded in mid-air. For a while, the mountains near and far were filled with thunderous roars.

Yin Huai subconsciously protected Song Yun behind him.

The mountain guard in the villa didn't hide or dodge, his knees sank, he knelt down straight on the ground, and said loudly:

"Xumi has been in the world for 180 years, [-] years and [-] years. Thanks to the blessings of the heaven and the earth, he was able to escape from the Tao. Now he is selfish and disobeys the law of reincarnation and cause and effect. He knows that the crime is serious..."

Before he could finish his sentence, another bolt of lightning fell directly in front of him. The circular fountain in the courtyard of the villa was blown to pieces, and the earth, stone, and dust that was blown up surrounded the mountain god like a thick fog, and all he could see outside was white. One piece, but the guarding mountain god inside said loudly: "Xu Mi knows his mistake! Willing to be punished!"

As soon as he said that, a whip-like bolt of lightning suddenly shot out from the thick dark clouds on the top of the mountain, and it landed in the courtyard of the villa impartially, making a huge roar.

Song Yun even felt that the ground under his feet was trembling, and the huge sound lingered in the mountains.

After the smoke cleared, there was nothing inside the walls of the villa, except for a layer of lime-like powder on the ground.

There is nothing left under the scourge of God, even wood, stone, and iron will all be turned into ashes.

Song Yun stood in a daze for a while, then took out a piece of talisman paper and urged a mantra of rebirth and death.

At this moment, his mind was still buzzing, but seeing the yellow talisman in front of him burnt little by little into paper ashes floating in the mountain wind, he suddenly remembered the peeled trees they saw at Xishankou that night, It was as scarlet as those people just now.

He couldn't imagine what it was like the night when his people were skinned in Shoushan Shenmu, and he couldn't imagine how the family members of those carpenters felt when they saw their husbands or sons after they were skinned. Just now, the father and son were hung on the rattan cane to experience bit by bit how it feels when the flesh and blood are separated.

It seemed like everyone was right and everyone was wrong, but everything ended after the thunder.

Thinking of this, Song Yun felt oppressed and took a deep breath.

Yin Huai was standing behind him, and of course noticed Song Yun's small movements, reached out and pressed Song Yun's shoulder lightly, and said softly: "You should know the cause and effect of the matter, what those people did is against the heavens and reason, guarding the mountain and the sacred tree is a matter of course. It is also forbidden by heaven and earth to destroy one's cultivation base and fall into the devil's way, but this is all retribution and karma, and the sky has its own way, and no one can control it."

Song Yun's thoughts were pulled back from a far away place, and he didn't know which tendon was wrong in his hazy consciousness. Suddenly he turned his head and smiled at Yin Huai behind him, turned around and went down the mountain, saying: "That's Naturally, I only care about ghosts and ghosts, I can't care about karma."

He said these words very freely, but Yin Huai, who had been following his heart all along, suddenly froze.

Yin Huai stood still, watching Song Yun go far away, but countless emotions quickly flashed across his eyes, shock, joy, nostalgia, nostalgia... and finally all were melted into the gentle smile in his eyes, as if The treasure that was accidentally lost suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Little Taoist," Yin Huai suddenly withdrew his far-reaching eyes, and his face returned to normal, shouting at Song Yun in the distance: "What are you doing so fast?"

Song Yun just woke up a little bit now, he was a little confused when he heard Yin Huai's voice behind him, he turned his head and looked at Yin Huai who was coming towards him, wondering: "Call me?"

Yin Huai raised his chin at him: "Otherwise?"

Song Yun frowned in confusion: "Why is it a little Taoist priest?"

Yin Huai rolled his eyes: "Because you look like me."

The author has something to say: the Internet was disconnected last night. . .This chapter can't be published after it's written. . .