ten steps one kill

Her cheeks were purple, and her cheeks moved violently, like a fish in a marsh.Wuji got closer, and the next moment, her cheeks twisted in an exaggerated way, a force gathered on her lips, and with a bah sound, she spat on Wuji's face.

"You are not human at all, you are a ghost!"

Wuji wiped the drool off his face with his sleeve, stared at the woman in front of him again, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "You are so smart, I am a real ghost, and I am an evil ghost crawled out of the eighteenth floor of hell."

The woman struggled violently, trying to escape from the rope. Of course, her efforts were in vain. In the end, she only had the strength to breathe, and she kept cursing: "... let me go, you have done so much Aren't you afraid of retribution for something that hurts nature and reason?"

"Retribution?" Wuba sneered coldly, "You said that I hurt the heavens and justice, you are too flattering me, the gods are high above, they don't even look at me, how can I hurt his old man?"

"You are talking nonsense, God has eyes, and will never let you go!"

"God has eyes, do you really think so? You first look down at the world, the court is incompetent, the people are displaced, and evil spirits like me are rampant in the world, and you are so gentle and virtuous. The big beauty is tied up in the car, Did he say something? Look up at the sky again, you have been hit by a catastrophe, and there is only death in front of you, and you will definitely die slowly and painfully, but look, has the sky collapsed for you? "

The woman's eyes widened, her pupils dilated with fear, shining beautifully in the darkness, like two exquisite ambers.

The beauty of amber, the insects and ants wrapped in the beauty, and the most vivid fear left by the insects and ants when their lives are about to die, are all imprisoned in a clear stone, which will become eternal in an instant and will never be dispelled.

No taboo raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a playful smile.

Although he is only three feet tall, he is a healthy man. Of course he knows what men like most in women, and these bright eyes full of fear are one of them.

The woman tore off her skirt in the struggle, so her breasts were exposed, and her white and soft skin heaved and fell with her violent breathing, making her look extraordinarily beautiful and pitiful.

But Wuji turned a blind eye, not even moving his eyebrows.

He is different from those superficial men, he is not satisfied yet, he does not intend to ravage this woman in a superficial and boring way, because this is the most boring kind of enjoyment, he knows that under the white skin of this woman, there is still Looking at deeper and thicker things, they will soon leave this beautiful body and splash everywhere, like dirt on the gray walls and tiles in the streets and alleys. Thinking of this scene, he couldn't help it want to smile.

What is being gentle and virtuous, and what is being noble and decent?

The inversion of right and wrong, the inversion of yin and yang, is the real beauty in the world.

The woman had lost her arrogance just now, and she could not stop muttering: "...he...he will definitely kill you."

She knows she's talking about her man without taboo.

He smiled and said: "Yes, I also hope that he can act quickly, so that when we arrive at the Underworld, you won't go too far. You see, this child is not willing to say goodbye to you at all."

He cast his eyes on Wuji.

A silly smile appeared on Wuji's face again, and he said in a sugary voice: "Mother——"

"Don't...don't come here..."

The woman trembled all over, her amber-like pupils tightened rapidly, her chest rose and fell even faster, her feet stomped on the slippery ground, like flies caught in a spider web, sinking deeper in the futile struggle.

Fear is a very unique thing indeed.The people who have been killed without taboo, every woman, the fear shown before death is not the same.Some can only cry, washing their faces with tears, and the blood in their eyes is as dense as a spider's web.Some accept their fate quietly, their faces are ashen, and before their bodies die, their minds die first.Others are like the one in front of them, struggling hard, as if they can really earn a way out.

I like to watch women's fear, because women know how to hide better than men. Their thoughts are as thick as the rouge and powder on their faces. Only when they are on the verge of death, will they really peel off their masks and reveal their undisguised beauty. This kind of fear is often the most real and unique, and it is much more beautiful than their carefully carved faces and eyebrows. He even hopes that they can live longer and talk to him more.Because people who are about to die often speak the most honest words.

It's a pity that Buji is impatient, like all children who long for sweet taste, once the candy is in hand, they will bite down their teeth before the adults can open their mouths.

Buji's knife has cut through the woman's flesh.

The woman looked down at the blood in her abdomen, violently twitched, stomped, shook her head, and let out a hysterical wail like an animal. However, soon, her limbs fell limply, like a puppet with broken strings, and stopped moving. move.

How easy it was to kill her.

There was a smile on Buji's face, the kind of child's intoxicated smile after tasting candy, he held the sharp knife in his hand even tighter, and opened up in the woman's bright red, wriggling belly.

It was a very thin and short sword, the blade was almost transparent, like a thin layer of frost in winter.

Wuji squinted his eyes, looking at the luster on the blade that burst like sparks and then extinguished, recalling the first time he met Buji.

At that time, Buji sat cross-legged in the damp prison cell, holding the sword in his hand, and raised it to the skylight inlaid with iron bars, letting the only ray of light in the prison shine on it.Then, he stuck out his tongue and licked the radiant sword blade with a concentrated expression, as if he was tasting the sweetest candy in the world.

Wuji was shocked by his actions, raised his head to watch his actions, the blood flowed down his tongue and onto the sword, shining transparently in the sunlight.

Aware of Wuji's gaze, he raised the blood-stained blade in front of Wuji, and asked in a bright tone: "Brother, do you want to try it?"

If it wasn't for the strong smell of blood that penetrated his nose, Wu Ya would almost have thought that what was stained on the sword was crimson syrup.

From that moment on, Wuji regards him as his brother.

Buji is mentally incomplete, and can understand no more words than an eight-year-old child. However, Wuji is full of patience with him, combining his intermittent narration with rumors circulating in the market, and finally pieced together his origin.

The name of the sword in his hand is Shuanghua, and it was once famous in the world 20 years ago.

The Shuanghua Sword originally belonged to a man, a prodigal son with handsome eyebrows and a romantic nature. He was born in a martial arts conference. It was so unbearable in the world, because of repeated misfortune, bad deeds, and finally lost his reputation. When the famous elders saw him, they all closed the house firmly, for fear that their daughter would be abused.

There are always exceptions to everything. The eldest daughter of the Yang family in Gusu fell in love with him and ran away with him regardless of her parents' objections. Half a year later she returned home pregnant. The wife was moved with compassion, and gave her the Yuxiu Villa in the depths of Wushan Mountain, hoping that her husband and son-in-law would calm down from now on, stay with her devotedly, and raise children.

The prodigal son knelt before his mother-in-law to thank him, wept bitterly, and vowed to mend his ways and stay by his wife and children forever.The story of the prodigal son's return became a good story in the Jianghu for a while.

Since then, in the past 20 years, there has been no frost in the rivers and lakes.

The story should have ended here. If not for 20 years later, someone visited Yuxiu Villa and found that the village was dilapidated and desolate. A woman who was nearly fifty years old died tragically in the courtyard. An unformed fetus, whose hands and feet were twisted by the assailant, died grimly.

The guest was scared out of his wits, and immediately reported to the official. The official came to the villa to investigate, and initially pinned the murder on the prodigal son. However, after some inspection, they found a long wooden box under a tree by the river, which was buried shallowly in the soil. However, the box contained the clothes of the prodigal son and a bone.According to the identification of the criminal officer, this dead body has been dead for at least ten years.

The body of the prodigal son turned black, and he died of poison. The government went to a nearby town to search for clues and found a brothel. The old madam still remembered the appearance of the prodigal son. Come to the store to flirt with women and spend a lot of money.Inferred from the seasons, that period of time happened to be the day when Miss Yang was pregnant in October and was bedridden to give birth.

After the child was born, the prodigal son stopped patronizing him.The madam thought that the prodigal son had finally changed his mind, so she didn't ask him any more.After a few more years, the servants of Yuxiu Villa were dismissed one after another, and the villa was shrouded in silence all day long. He was already poisoned by the poison, and his body lay on the river bank.

Poor bones by the Wuding River, the gold and jade stories in the eyes of outsiders, have already rotted and dried up inside.

However, there is a more strange question in front of us - since the prodigal son has been turned into a corpse more than ten years ago, it is naturally impossible to commit murder, then who killed Ms. Yang, and who does the fetus in her womb belong to? ?

The government continued to search and found children's toys and clothes in the village. They ranged from small to large sizes. They were presumably used by Ms. Yang to raise her son. However, many of the boy's clothes were damaged. There was a long tear, as if a crack had been pulled out by the whip. Everyone continued to search, and they found many severed whips under the bed.

At this time, the oil and rice merchants in the town rushed to the government and provided new clues. These years, Ms. Yang has been living in Jianju, but only went to his shop every few months to buy the oil and rice necessary for cooking. He remembered Miss Yang's early years. He will take his son with him. This boy looks very similar to the prodigal son, as if carved out of the same mold, but his eyes are dull, his speech is slurred, and his mind is incomplete.

The boy was always wrapped in thick clothes, but there were still dark red bruises on the back of his hands and neck.Every time someone asked, Ms. Yang would be vague, saying that children are naughty by nature and were cut by branches when they were playing in the mountains.Later, the boy got older, and Miss Yang never took him out together again.

The government got clues, expanded the scope of the search, and finally found the child in a cemetery in the wilderness, covered in blood, digging a stranger's grave with both hands.Although he was born tall and big, he was a fool, his mind was no different from that of an eight-year-old child. Under the pressure of the yamen servants, he confessed to the crime of raping and killing his biological mother.

"I want to go back to my mother's womb, so that my mother will never leave me again, and will treat me very well, and will not beat or scold me again."

He must have been deeply hurt, so deep that he even forgot how to grow up and became a complete lunatic.At that time, Mrs. Yang of Gusu had passed away long ago, and the current head of the family was closed behind closed doors. There was no one in the world who could restrain him, so the government could only throw him into the prison and hastily sentenced him to death.

The criminal officer was careless, so he hid the Shuanghua sword with him and brought it into the prison.

The Shuanghua sword is too thin and light, and escaped the eyes of several jailers. This is just like his life experience. Although it is sad and desolate, it is still too small and humble. is invisible.

Only Wuji regards him as a treasure.

In Wuta's eyes, he is unique and supreme, and the old scars on his body are as delicate and solemn as a totem.Each of the ambiguous words in his mouth is a burning truth.Those well-dressed and honest gentlemen will never be able to see the scene in his eyes, and they will never be able to understand the agitation in his heart.

There may be a destiny in the dark.Two people who have seen hell meet each other in the sky prison.

She didn't know his first and last name, so she generously gave him the names of her brothers and made a solemn promise to him.

"If we can get out alive, big brother will take you to find your mother."

Even Wuji himself didn't think that this arrogant statement that he said casually would become a reality.

The emperor pardoned, the nobles added to the fun, removed the shackles on them, and transported them to this fairy island in the East China Sea.

No taboos, no taboos.

On Yingzhou Island today, no one can hinder their footsteps anymore.

When the last rain thread broke, Buji's work was coming to an end.

It is easy to kill, but it is not so easy to have a laparotomy. The organs in the stomach are hidden very deep, and it takes a little effort to find one of them accurately.

Buji lowered his head, a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.Wuji saw it in his eyes, felt pity in his heart, and said softly: "Slow down, don't worry, there is still more time."

Buji raised his head and replied, "Okay."

He was born with a pure and innocent face, which made his expression different from ordinary people. When ordinary people do evil things, they will inevitably feel guilty, and the subtle changes in their hearts will be revealed on their faces, making their faces more fierce and gloomy. Unavoidable, but Wuji is different, there is no trace of shame in his expression, his eyes are still clear and clear, like the first snow on the top of a mountain, not stained with dust.

There is really no second such pure creature in the world.

Thinking of this, the smile on Wuji's face deepened, and he said to the people around him: "You can do whatever you want, big brother will definitely help you."

"Thank you, brother," Buji said and lowered his head again.The blood was bubbling in the long and narrow wound, and there was still fresh heat in the cold night, wrapped in an unusually strong fishy smell, even Wuji couldn't help frowning and looking away.Only Buji was still focused, extending the thin blade deep into the internal organs, as if searching for treasure, searching for the small organ that contained the embryo.

After a slight sound, Buji raised his head in a panic: "Oops, this... this, what should I do..."

Wuba turned his head to look, and saw that the thin blade cut through the woman's intestines, and the intestines flowed out from the wound and onto the ground, like a rough and old well rope, or like a limp snake.

Wuba sighed, and said: "Now that the rain has stopped, it will be troublesome to clean."

Buji immediately lowered his head: "I'm sorry, I was too careless..."

"It's okay," Wuji smiled at him immediately, "I have big brother to help you, so I don't worry about trouble."

"Brother, you are so kind to me."

"That's natural." Wushi replied, almost intoxicated by the other party's praise.

On the bank of Longyin Spring, the waterfall is still turbulent, turning a blind eye to the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy in the world.

There was indeed no one around.

Without taboo command, the dead woman was carried out of the carriage and thrown into the mountain stream.

She floated down the cliff like a lone leaf, and fell into the depths of the white waves. The sound of falling water was completely incomparable to that of a waterfall. It was almost silent, only a weak splash was stirred up, which was soon swallowed up by the back waves, completely Disappeared between heaven and earth, as if it never existed.

Wuji brought another bucket of spring water to wash away the blood on the car and the shaft.

The rose red car cover and curtains are a natural cover, even though the bloodstains fall on it, it is still as clean as ever.

Buji sat in the car, with half of his body exposed from the edge of the curtain, swinging his legs like a child, looking at Yubai at the end of the night sky, and murmured: "It's almost dawn."

"Yeah," Wuya echoed, "We are one step closer to death."

"Death? What is death?"

"To die is to have a long, long nightmare from which you will never wake up."

Buji showed a confused look: "Can't wake up? What should I do when it's daylight?"

Wuji shrugged his low shoulders and said, "The sky will never be bright again."

Buji was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, shrunk his neck, put his hands on his lap, and twisted his ten fingers together.

Wuba looked at him and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Buji raised his head and nodded slightly: "I'm afraid...but as long as I can find my mother, I won't be afraid."

"Oh?" Wuji raised his eyebrows and said, "After you find your mother, what are your plans?"

Buji said loudly: "I intend to die with her."

He stared blankly, staring intently at the person opposite.Buji's eyes were still clear, as if he could see through life and death.The viscous and gloomy nightmare fell deep in his eyes, and then melted like a ball of ooze, flowing into this clear spring water.

Always cool, always pure, never trapped by human emotions.

Wuta's heart was also melted, he heard himself say: "Okay, you have to bring your eldest brother with you."

"Of course!"

The moment Buji nodded, the figure with blue face and fangs completely disappeared from Wuji's memory.

Let others grab Mo Xiejian. He doesn't need to live for too long. Mayflies live and die at night, so they can do whatever they want.

The light in the sky is agitating slightly, like a life that needs to be broken.

Buji slumped his shoulders, frowned, and said to himself: "But where is mother..."

"Don't be impatient," Wuji put his hand on his shoulder, "The more important something is, the more slowly you have to find it."

How many people have they killed tonight, six?seven?Even Wuji himself can't count, but there are not many women on Yingzhou Island, and even fewer are pregnant.Wuya can't wait to find the next target, to comfort the hearts of brothers and sisters.

At this time, he caught a glimpse of a vague figure gradually emerging from the blurred night before dawn.

This person was walking towards the Longyin Spring by the bank of Huichuan River, but he didn't seem to care much about the target in front of him. I lost my soul.

Wuta narrowed his eyes: "This person looks very familiar."

Buji was stunned for a moment, then clapped his hands and said, "I know him, I met him in the sky prison, he heard that he was going to be beheaded, he was so scared that he peed his pants, he's a coward."

Wuba showed a clear expression, he remembered that this person was named Yuan Bao, he was thin and small, his face was born like a woman, when he first entered the prison, he was beaten fatly, but he didn't even dare to groan, he was a Total ass.

"What is he doing here?" Wu Yin wondered.

Buji's face darkened: "I don't care, anyway, if he dares to get in my way, I'll cut his throat."

Only when the target is threatened, Buji will clenched his fists, with a ferocious look on his face, seeing the sullenness in his eyes, Wuji felt elated, and licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, as if Eat delicious candies.

To kill Yuan Bao is simply easier than killing a woman.

But a thought suddenly popped up in Wuji's mind, he pressed the arm of the person next to him, and said: "Wait a minute, not only is he not here to hinder you, but he is here to help you."

"Help me? How?"

"The mouse drills in the gutter and can often see more secrets. We might as well ask him, maybe he has seen your mother, and maybe he will take us to find her."

"Really?" Buji's eyes lit up, and his anger turned into joy, "Will he really help me?"

Wuji raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Of course he has to help you."

At dawn, Fang Wuxiang was still wandering the streets.

He still hasn't found the whereabouts of Yuanbao, the umbrella has been lost for a long time, and his soul has been lost along with it.He kept telling himself that Yingzhou Island was not that big, and it was not that difficult to find someone, only one night had passed, and Yuan Bao was smart and alert, so he would definitely be able to protect himself.However, the strings in his heart have escaped his control and are tightly stretched. As long as a breeze blows by, it will buzz and buzz endlessly.

Half my life of cultivating Taoism, ten years of hard study, and thousands of volumes of scriptures are of no use in this cold night.

The streets of Yingzhou Island are not peaceful, there are warriors passing by in a hurry from time to time, they seem to be the disciples of Tianjimen and Dongfengtang, but no one notices Fang Wuxiang's relaxed figure.

Yangliupo had already been walked around by Fang Wuxiang, and after confirming that Yuanbao was not in the market, he left the crowd and walked to a remote place.

A Huichuan road lay in front of him, blocking his way.

Looking around, the surrounding area was vast, and he really didn't know where to go.

At this time, he saw a group of people gathered in the gazebo by the river, as if they were discussing something.With a happy expression on his face, he immediately stepped forward and said, "May I ask if you have seen my friend, who is very short and has injuries..."

The person in the pavilion turned his head and immediately showed surprise: "Why is it you?"

Fang Wuxiang was also surprised: "Why are you?"

This group of people had just met him, and the leaders were the two brothers Chuyi and Chuba.

Fang Wuxiang just fought against them, he was stunned for a while before he said: "I'm looking for Yuan Bao, I got separated from him..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Ba said impatiently: "We are also looking for someone, and we have no time to help you."

Fang Wuxiang asked: "Who are you looking for?"

Chu Ba glared at him: "Are you blind? Of course you are looking for the eldest brother's wife."

Fang Wuxiang looked behind Chu Ba, and sure enough, he didn't see that Mrs. Chu, but only saw Chu's face pale, and he asked: "Could it be that you also separated from her?"

"Lost?" Chu Ba's tone became sharper, "She was kidnapped!"

"Abducted? What's going on?"

"We placed her in a farmer's house, but after we were separated from her for a while, some wicked men killed the remaining brothers and took her away."

Fang Wuxiang turned pale with shock: "Isn't Madam still pregnant?"

"Yeah!" Chu Ba's eyes were about to burn, "So we don't have time to help you find that bastard, so just get out of here."

As soon as Chu Ba's words fell, the entourage behind him grabbed his sleeve, leaned into his ear and whispered: "...Ba Ye, when we hid in the farmer's house just now, that ingot happened to pass by the front door and called me. We had a face-to-face meeting, but because we had no money in our pockets, we were sent away by the owner of the house."

Chu Ba's face darkened: "Could it be him who kidnapped my sister-in-law!!"

Chu Ba's temper was violent, and his voice was bright. With a loud shout, all the people in the pavilion drew their eyes to him.

He himself stared at Fang Wuxiang fiercely.

Fang Wuxiang opened his eyes wide, and argued: "No, Yuan Bao is not a villain, he won't take advantage of others' danger, besides... he still has wounds on his body, where did he get the strength to take people away?"

Chu Ba pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, but in the end he couldn't utter a rebuttal.What Fang Wuxiang said is indeed true, Yuan Bao is a coward, at most he does some sneaky things, he definitely doesn't have the guts to kidnap a living person, let alone kill his brother, he knows this in his heart.

The murderer was probably someone else, and his methods were much more vicious than Yuan Bao's. The several women who were killed one after another tonight might all be inseparable from this person.If the sister-in-law really falls into the hands of this person, the situation will be even more ominous.

The more he thought about it, the more flustered he became, with a solemn expression written on his face.Fang Wuxiang didn't know each other, and asked from the side: "How long ago was Madam taken away?"

The entourage behind Chu Ba saw that he was silent, so they answered for him: "It's only a stick of incense, so it should not be too far away, but we have searched the neighborhood, but we haven't found any trace of Madam."

Fang Wuxiang suddenly realized, and said: "The carriage! Madam must have been taken away by the carriage!"

"carriage?"

"I was told that the assailant was riding in a carriage with a red hood..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Ba's eyes froze, he stepped forward and grabbed his collar, and asked, "Who told you?"

Fang Wuxiang was stunned, he was impatient, he didn't expect to be questioned by the other party, and Chu Ba's tone was not kind, revealing full of anger, a vigilant thought flashed in his mind, absolutely not To reveal the matter of Shengzhou, let alone tell the news of Du Juan's escape.

He was simple in nature, and he didn't know how to fabricate lies at all, so he could only answer vaguely: "I...I can't tell, besides, I don't know her, I just met her by chance..."

"I don't know her, but she revealed such important news to you?"

"I'm telling the truth," Fang Wuxiang blushed anxiously, "Trust me, I'll help you find someone together."

Chu Ba wanted to scold again, but another person held his shoulder from behind.He turned around violently in a rage, and before he could utter the curse, he quickly closed his mouth, lowered his shoulders, and lowered his eyes to call out: "Brother."

On the first day of the new year, he crossed the side of the eighth day and came to Fang Wuxiang.

Fang Wuxiang also stared at him.

The face of the first day of junior high school was as blue as furnace ashes, the messy hair and stubble were too late to take care of, the eyes were sunken deep in the eye sockets, the eye circles were black, the fundus of the eyes seemed to be covered with a thick layer of ice, the lips were no longer red, but With a strange paleness, it looked as if he had just suffered a serious illness and hadn't recovered yet.

But Fang Wuxiang knew very well that he was not sick on the first day of the lunar new year, but suffered an internal injury, and the injury was much more troublesome than the illness. Even if the genius doctor rejuvenated, it might not be able to make him recover.

His internal injuries were caused by his own palm technique.

Thinking of this, Fang Wuxiang didn't dare to look directly at his face.That palm seemed to hit Fang Wuxiang himself not Chuyi.

When he looked away, he secretly made up his mind that if Chu Yi wanted to take revenge on him and take his anger out on him, he would never fight back and let the other party beat and scold him.

Only in this way can he find peace in his heart.

Contrary to his expectation, the first day of junior high school did not attack him.He just stared at him for a moment, then turned around, and said to Chuba: "What's so great about martial arts, people don't want to disclose the news, so we will find it ourselves, and we don't need to ask him, this hypocritical clay bodhisattva."

Fang Wuxiang seemed to be stabbed in the throat by his words, and said uncontrollably: "I... I really can't tell you, but I can help you find someone!"

On the first day of the lunar new year, he stopped and looked sideways at the people not far away. It was not until Fang Wuxiang nodded to him again that he asked, "Are you really willing to help?"

"Really." Fang Wuxiang looked around and said, "This place is separated by Huichuan. If the assailant came by car, he would not be able to cross the river. He could only go upstream or downstream. Why don't we separate and look for it? Upstream, if you go downstream, if you find clues, then..."

Before he finished talking, he took out something and handed it to him on the first day of the lunar new year, saying: "I have a pair of male and female Gu here, you take one, if one of us has a clue, smash the Gu box in our hand, and the other can use it for convenience." will know."

Fang Wuxiang looked down, and saw a square box made of glass in his hand, only the size of a palm, filled with azure blue water, a transparent golden bug immersed in the water, with six thin legs alternating Stepping on it, the two gills open and close.

This is the male and female Gu, the ancestors were born in the melting snow of the high mountains, and later the Gu masters found a way to cultivate them, and gradually flowed into the rivers and lakes, used as a tool for communication.

The sun is shining on the snow-capped mountain all year round, so most of the insects and ants living there are blind, and this Gu insect is no exception. The female and the male cannot see each other, and they recognize each other by exchanging unique signals. Within a certain distance, as long as One of them dies, the signal disappears, and the other reacts strongly.

Fang Wuxiang looked at the two crystal clear creatures floating in the glass box, and felt a dull pain in his heart.

A monk never kills. He stayed in the monastery for 20 years. He has never even seen the scene of slaughtering a cow or a sheep.Now asking him to end the life of Gu worms, he only felt cruel, his hands hung in the air and hesitantly moved.

"Is there something wrong?" Chu Yi said, urging him with his eyes.

He could only fold five fingers together, put the glazed box in his palm, and nodded: "Okay."

He only felt that the life in his hands was as heavy as a thousand weights, and it weighed heavily on his heart.

The Buddha said, all living beings in the six realms are born equal, and every flower and tree are all Dharmakaya.

However, the Buddha put both insect life and human life in his palm, forcing him to choose.

He really had no choice.

After deciding on the route, the two will start separately.Fang Wuxiang has only one person, his feet are extremely fast, the result of years of exercise in the temple, other people can't keep up with him even if they want to.

From the west slope to the north slope, the road became winding and undulating. As he walked, he searched around and went upstream along the river, only to feel that the sound of the water in his ears was getting louder, and the distance from the direction of Longyin Spring was getting closer. It's getting closer.

Huichuan is sandwiched at the bottom of the stream, with a jagged tidal flat on both sides, and a dense forest about a hundred feet away, with lush tree canopies overlapping each other, like a dark wall.

Between the wall shadows, a faint red shadow appeared.

Fang Wuping immediately stopped and focused his attention. Sure enough, he saw a red carriage deep in the shadow of the tree, as if he was trying to hide himself.One side of the curtain was darker than the other half, apparently just driving a certain distance along the river before getting splashed with water.

Indistinct voices came from the car, like two men talking in a low voice, mixed with a subtle, female cry.

Fang Wuxiang no longer hesitated, took out the male and female Gu, looked down, let go of his five fingers, and let the glass box fall to the stone at his feet.

The glass material is delicate and thin, and it will break when it is hit, and the water contained in the box will flow outside.

It had just rained all night on the island, and there were puddles everywhere on the ground. The water in the box seeped into the crevices of the rocks and trickled into nearby puddles, and soon disappeared, leaving only a beautiful and weak Gu worm, alone Lie down on a rock.

The texture of the stone is rough and uneven, which further highlights the slenderness and fragility of the Gu worm. The six slender legs struggled violently, and the translucent shell swayed from side to side. The luster on the surface gradually faded, from crystal clear gold to a Dim gray and white, finally stopped moving.

The sound of the waterfall in the distance was still cold, a life disappeared without a sound, not even the slightest ripple was stirred up.Fang Wuxiang stared blankly, only feeling that the pain in his heart stopped along with the struggle of the worm's feet. For a moment, he felt a part of himself died along with the Gu worm.

The dead part is no longer transparent, it becomes pale and cold.

He turned his head and glanced into the darkness downstream. The reinforcements had not yet arrived. He gritted his teeth and made up his mind to go to the meeting alone.

At this time, the Gu worm suddenly moved again, struggled and turned over on the verge of dying, the pale carapace rolled down the stone, and rolled a certain distance, bumped into something, and then stopped completely .

The object that the Gu worms hit was like a round pebble, but the color was darker, and there were mottled and delicate carvings on the surface, but it was covered by the mud after the rain.

Fang Wuxiang took a closer look, and couldn't help being stunned. The blood all over his body turned cold in an instant, and solidified in his stiff body.

It was actually his Buddhist beads.

The Buddha beads have been with him day and night. They have been with him all the time since he left the monastery and traveled around. They have almost become a part of his flesh and blood. He remembers every line on it, thick and thin, deep and shallow. An identical thing can fool his eyes.

Right now, a part of him has broken off the thread, falling one by one on the muddy ground, scattered everywhere, looking carefully, there are still bloodstains on the ground around the beads.

Somehow, with just one glance, he recognized whose blood it was.

There was a buzzing sound in his ears, his mind went blank, he just instinctively followed the bloodstains, a raised rock stood beside the dense forest, and the bloodstains stretched all the way to the back of the rocks.

The rock was half a person's height, and Yuan Bao was sitting in the shadows, his back leaning against the cold stone, half of his body covered in blood, his head hanging on his chest, kicking his legs, as if he wanted to stand up, but fell back to the ground powerlessly.

In Fang Wuxiang's eyes, his struggling appearance overlapped with the dead Gu worm.

"Yuanbao!" Fang Wuxiang stepped forward quickly, squatting down in front of him, his voice trembling, "Are you okay?"

Yuan Bao's shoulders trembled, and he raised his head slightly, showing surprise, "You...how did you come back?"

Fang Wuxiang said: "I came to find you, and..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Bao raised his arm tremblingly, pointed to the depths of the dense forest, and said in a hoarse voice: "Quick, hurry up and save... save people..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a mournful cry came from the forest, piercing the stagnant night.

The crows sleeping in the forest suddenly woke up, and rushed to the sky in groups, drawing a dark scar under the leaden sky.

Fang Wuxiang