Who calls this thing a god?

There are crows passing by in the forest.

They spread their wings and fly very low.

The foot of Shengu Mountain was deadly silent, and the mist could not conceal the ghostly atmosphere.

Thinking about it, even if the gods take the bones to shake the mountains and rivers, the bones of the fierce gods will never attract any good troubles.

Qi You had just reached the foot of the mountain, and his chest throbbed, and there was a tinnitus-like sound in his ears.

He looked up at the top of the majestic mountain, billowing dark clouds wrapped around thousands of towering ancient trees, the suspension bridge on the steep mountain wall was in disrepair for a long time, and it was vaguely hideous.

He took a deep breath, and the bitter cold wind poured into his lungs, showing a chill from the inside out.

But he didn't realize it.

Qi You stared at the top of the mountain without blinking.

There shall be a tomb in which his bones are buried.

"It's...too long..."

He originally wanted to say "I haven't been back for a long time", but felt that this was not where I belonged; I wanted to say "I haven't seen each other for a long time", but felt that Shen Hegui had died in the world, and it would be ridiculous to meet a bone.

Qiyou looked back silently, turned his back and walked towards a homestay.

There is no urbanization at the foot of Shengu Mountain, and antique red plaques are hung on the hotels, with dragons and phoenixes painted on them.

At the beginning, Qiyou only saw the word "Inn" clearly at the back, but he didn't know what ghost symbol was in front.

When he pushed open the door of the inn with one hand, he happened to see a woman carrying a mountaineering bag that was too big for her thin shoulders, stepping on the wooden steps upstairs.

"Ah, brother, do you live in a hotel?"

Standing behind the wooden reception desk, the one who stopped him was a dark-skinned girl with braids. Her eyes were clear and clear, and two shallow pear holes were revealed when she smiled. She spoke a unique local accent, which sounded very friendly. .

Qi You said, "Stay in a hotel."

"Okay, here is the self-brewed bayberry wine, brother, try it to warm up your body. The alcohol content is not high."

The girl took the ID card he handed over, she was smiling one second, but the next second it was difficult.

Qi You: "..."

The black cat sighed: "Oh, your cock is going to be exposed."

Standing behind the front desk, the girl looked back and forth between him and his ID card for a few times, and asked tentatively for a while, "You...is your name Shen Jingbing?"

Qi You: "..."

He couldn't be shaken, but he still nodded with a wooden face, and asked, "Is there any problem?"

"No. Not at all."

With a polite and stiff smile on her face, the girl skillfully entered information on the computer, and neatly pulled out a key card and handed it to him along with her ID card: "Turn right on the second floor, Room 206, I wish Mr. Shen a happy holiday. "

"Shen Jingbing" nodded alienatedly, reached out to pick up the card with a blank expression, and went upstairs to leave.

When the door was pushed open, a smell of wooden furniture came to the face, Qiyou didn't hate it, but gently moved the tip of his nose and sniffed.

The black cat lying on his shoulder and used to drinking blood was not the case. It jumped to the head of the bed, stretched its waist lazily, yawned and said, "The smell of rotten wood is similar to that of temples."

Qiyou said with a stinky face, "Stop talking nonsense and come to work."

"...Meow ouch."

The black cat paced back and forth, and the boss came over unwillingly: "Why are you in such a hurry to go up the mountain, hey, you can't be—"

It suddenly smiled sinisterly, and its sharp fangs gleamed coldly: "Are you afraid that someone surnamed Lu will catch you?"

Qi You: "..."

What should I do if my pet is disobedient?She really wants to beat her up.

The black cat smiled thinly and pointedly, as if its fingernails scratched the glass, making people shiver involuntarily.

Qi You stretched out his hand to pinch the back of its neck, and repeated with a more emphatic tone: "Lead the way."

"Okay, okay, I got it, I got it."

The black cat's voice carried a specious smile. It leaped into the air, its body wrapped in strands of black mist, like a thread and a bound net.

Its stature soared several meters, covered with hard and shiny scales, exposing sharp fangs and claws, and slender and erect pupils, faintly shining with sharp light.

The monster couldn't stretch its hands and feet in this slightly cramped room. It licked the tips of its claws nonchalantly, bowed its body, and said with a grin, "Come up, my master."

……

The further you go into the mountains, the colder it becomes.

Qiyou took out the candy in his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, sat on the monster and wrapped his jacket tightly.

The monster's sense of hearing was surprisingly sensitive. Hearing the clink of sugar cubes and teeth, he shook his ears and asked the space running on the mountain, "Where did you get the sugar?"

Qiyou buried it in its neck to block the wind, "That old lady gave it to me."

"Granny?"

The monster's powerful paws stepped on the rotten leaves and soil. It squinted its eyes and thought for a moment, then said in a long voice as if it had suddenly realized: "Oh - the one on the train, right? The old lady was buried in the soil from the neck down, the floss And old, it must be unpalatable."

It skimmed over the remnant of a wild deer with a crisp click, just like the sound of Kiyo crushing a lump of sugar between his teeth.

Qi You clenched the scales on its body expressionlessly. He looked at the smoky sky on Shengu Mountain, and suddenly remembered that this monster had said similar words thousands of years ago.

That was the fifth day of Shen He's death.

The suzerain suzerain and Mr. Fu Shu also knelt in the rain for five whole days.

Resentment bells burst out, and Resentment God couldn't tell whether it was the ringing of the bell or the sound of rain for a while.

His fingertips were entangled with intricate red threads, which he could not untie or pull.

The thread flying at Shen Hegui's fingertips turned into a binding net in his hand.

He looked at the net of mortals in a daze, and went back the same way to untie the knots one by one, and it was nothing but a red line when his palms were closed.

Resentment God stood up in response to the ringtone, his legs were numb and he unconsciously swayed.

In Shen Xuan's memory, during these seven days, Yuan Youshen stayed at home and never left.

In fact, it was not the case, he muddled along the resentful bell from the soul temple and re-entered the mortal world, his expression was numb, his posture was stiff, like a walking dead.

The petitioner was an old woman who was terminally ill and deeply ill.

Her eyes were dim and covered with a thick layer of cloud, as if she was about to speak or struggling to breathe, she kept opening and closing her chapped and purple lips.

Pale hair covered a sagging, age-spotted skin.

She didn't know how long she hadn't changed the mattress, she had an unpleasant stench on her body, and the tattered and patched clothes had long lost their original color, which was disgusting.

Not to mention her deeply sunken abdomen and the thin silhouette of her spare skeleton, both of which are lifeless.

Resentment God stood in front of her couch, with black hair hanging down and a ghostly face.

His right wrist was wrapped with a red thread, and his fingertips were rubbing back and forth, as if he was listening to a story with great patience.

The old woman struggled to raise her trembling fingers, and she said slowly: "Resentment, resentment, God...I want to petition..."

The God of Resentment, who responds to grudges and can hardly distinguish between good and evil, is no stranger to these words. He has heard too many people pray to him earnestly, frantically, and roaringly.

And he didn't need to worry too much, he stood at the top of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and he had already been with evil.

He lowered his head, looked at her through the ghostly face, and responded with a gentle and peaceful tone that did not match his usual: "Yes."

The old woman moved her lips and said:

"Dead...let me die..."

Resentment God's gentle mask froze for a moment.

Her dull eyes struggled to focus, Kankan raised her palm to hold something.

"Famine...my son, cannot..."

"What can't?"

The God of Resentment You didn't seem to understand, but also seemed to understand.

"My son...he can't afford it...I can't drag him down...he can't eat..."

Resentment God silently looked at her wrinkled hand stretched out with all her strength.

He said: "It shouldn't be. If you hate, you should let your useless son die."

"No, no no..."

A cloudy tear fell from the corner of the old woman's eye.

"let me--"

Her face was distorted, her eyes were wide open, and she cried: "It hurts, it hurts so much—let me die, kill me... Master Immortal, let me die..."

She probably wanted to yell, but she was so hungry that she didn't even have the energy to yell.

She looked at the God of Resentment in pain and madness, as if begging or cursing.

Resentment God looked at her without blinking.

This is the world that Shen Hegui has blessed.

His hand holding the red thread was shaking.

The God of Resentment who kills a person in ten steps and locks his soul in a hundred steps is hesitating.

"Let me die...I can't be dragged down..."

The old woman looked at him with tears in her eyes, and through this layer of false tears, her entangled love and hatred could be vaguely seen.

"It hurts—it hurts—"

Resentment God took a step back.

"God, aren't you a god?...Save my son, save him...Let me die—"

The God of Resentment was trembling, his eyes were covered with layers of blood, it was the resentment of the world.

No...he doesn't want to kill anyone anymore...

Kuanyou couldn't stop backing away, he heard the sound of cursing and roaring, but it was not very clear after careful examination.

He kept running, running all the way from the mountain gate to the Soul Invitation Temple, his ears were buzzing, and his throat was filled with fishy sweetness.

"what's wrong?"

A thin and sharp voice sounded behind him, and the monster flicked its tail and looked at him with a smile.

"What happened?"

Resentment God covered his face with his trembling hands, he squatted down slowly, and whispered, "Human."

A small and pathetic person, a person who Shen Hegui gave all his protection to, a person who was willing to sacrifice himself.

The monster said disapprovingly: "What's so strange about people? What's wrong with you?"

It paced around the God of Resentment, and said with a smile, "Tell you, people are selfish. If you eat one of them, the other bosses will not like it, and their chirping is annoying."

Resentment God said in his heart: That's not the case.

The monster licked the tip of its claws, and said leisurely: "That old woman just now, the meat floss is old and unpalatable, seeing her crying so badly, how about I—"

"To shut up."

Resentment God spread his hands and looked directly at it: "I don't allow it."

Stared at by his red and sinister eyes, the monster involuntarily knelt down, whimpered with its tail between its legs, and put on a gesture of absolute submission.

The monster said: "Is there anything you can't eat. People are not all the same, selfish to death, a natural feast, which one is not to eat."

no.

The God of Resentment wanted to refute it.

not like this.

Shen Hegui's blessed world is not like this at all.

Resentment God looked down at the red thread in his hand, struggled with his gaze, and finally closed his eyes indifferently.

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