It's better to fall in love

23. Massacre

"Allo!"

Jing Ling called out the name that he had been silently reading for a long time.But the man didn't seem to hear it, he still stood there blankly, his eyes were so empty that it made people panic.Jing Ling didn't even bother to stop the car, she jumped out of the driver's seat and ran to the sidewalk.

"Where have you been?" Finally approaching He Wanluo, Jing Ling reached out to pull him, but found that her hand had passed through his body.

The person in front of him is like a misty cloud, which almost disperses when Jing Ling touches it.

Out of body!

Jing Ling took a breath of cold air, and her face instantly turned ashen.

A body without a soul is like a walking corpse. Only when a person is dying will his soul leave his body for a short time. When the three souls and seven souls are all hooked away by evil spirits, drink the water of Wangchuan, and cross the bridge of Naihe, it will be considered true. 's dead.

Ah Luo is in danger now, his soul came out of his body to ask for help, Jing Ling was so anxious that he was dying at the thought of this.

"Alo, where are you now?"

He Wanluo seemed to understand this sentence. He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound. He tilted his head and thought for a while before turning around and moving in the direction of the suburbs.His soul was so light that it could barely condense into shape just now, but in just a moment, it had already begun to become translucent, deformed when blown by the wind, and it would take some effort to get together again.

Jing Ling knew that he was leading her way, but He Wanluo was getting faster and faster, and she couldn't keep up just by walking.There are a lot of people coming and going on the road now, and he can't use the water control technique. After Jing Ling thought for a while, he raised his hand and grabbed the void. The water vapor in the air quickly condensed into beads, and slowly gathered together to form a strange In the shape of a villain the size of a palm.Jing Ling bit her own finger, and put her bloody index finger on the villain's brow, and the villain immediately seemed to be alive, hiding in the air, chasing He Wanluo's soul.

In order not to be disturbed by others, Xu Yingzhi set up a barrier around the house early on.At this time, the red-lit house looks like a dark and empty house in the eyes of the residents coming and going outside.Even if no enchantment is set up, no one is willing to approach the house where someone died not long ago.

At the final stage of the sacrifice, He Wanluo, who was tied behind his back to the chair, was dying. His body was covered with long and short cuts, and his blood was almost bleeding out. The baby face, which was always full of vitality, was as pale as paper at this moment.Xu Yingzhi clenched the blood-stained knife tightly, and the sacrifice was considered complete with the last blow.

Ninety-nine returns to one, and a blood sacrifice requires a full 81 cuts, and the sacrifice will not be completed until all the blood in the body is drained.

At this moment, something seemed to touch the barrier.

Xu Yingzhi frowned, he was almost on the verge of success, he didn't want to care about those things outside that tried to sabotage his plan.

The last knife pierced the center of He Wanluo's eyebrows, the center of the eyebrows was stained with blood, the blood was as red as a cinnabar mole dripping down the eyebrows, Xu Yingzhi was about to stab the knife hard, when a mass of things rushed in from the door and hit him hard His hand was numb from something cold, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Seeing that the success was on the brink of failure, Xu Yingzhi was a little anxious, and after a closer look, she found that the thing that had just knocked off her knife turned out to be a small figure made of water.

The moon disappeared into the clouds again, and the time was about to pass, Xu Yingzhi was anxious to complete the sacrifice, and did not intend to continue entanglement with this villain.He wanted to pick up the knife, but the villain jumped onto his wrist, the water quickly turned into ice, and the freezing speed was very fast, extending from the wrist to the fingers, freezing his entire hand in the blink of an eye , The ice cubes climbed up the palm and began to spread upwards.

Xu Yingzhi was originally a dead person who was resurrected from a dead body. She didn't have pain nerves, and she didn't cherish the hands of this body. Seeing that the little water spirit was in the way, she raised the knife and cut off the entire frozen palm mercilessly. The palm fell to the ground, and the ice turned into water again, turning into a long rope and continuing to wrap around him.

The time is passing by every minute, and the ceremony must be completed. Every time he spends more time with the water essence, his time will be reduced by one minute. Xu Yingzhi can see that this little water essence has limited ability and has no ability to harm herself. It was just stalling for someone—Jing Ling was coming soon.

And he must complete this ceremony before then.

Although the little water spirit can't hurt him, it has been entangled here in every possible way, and he can't do anything anymore, so he must get rid of it as soon as possible.

The five elements have the principle of mutual generation and mutual restraint, and soil can restrain water.

Xiao Shuijing turned into a long rope and rushed straight towards Xu Yingzhi. Xu Yingzhi kept retreating towards the corner until she was close to the corner and could not retreat. She secretly gathered Qi in the remaining left hand. For a moment, the left hand slammed the flower pot in the corner towards it.

Xiao Shui Jing was originally transformed into a human form temporarily by relying on Jing Ling's blood essence, and had no ideology, so he didn't know what to hide from. .Seeing that it struggled for a while, it finally infiltrated into the soil and disappeared without a trace.

Xu Yingzhi snorted coldly, leaned over to pick up the dagger, and continued to complete his sacrifice.

The last knife pierced hard into the skull along the center of the eyebrows.

He Wanluo, who had already fallen into a coma, was awakened by the sharp pain of the stabbing knife, the blood on his forehead kept dripping down, the blood color mixed with the red light of the non-phase umbrella, and there was only a piece of blood red in front of his eyes, and his consciousness was getting farther and farther away from him farther and farther.

When he fell into a coma, he seemed to see Brother Jing, and Brother Jing said he would come to rescue him immediately.

Just hold on for a little while longer, just a little while longer.That person would come to him like a savior just like every time before, when he thought he was in a desperate situation.

But it was really tiring and painful, and it took all the strength in my body to even open my eyes, and every breath would affect the pain in my whole body.

Just... just sleep, just sleep.

He Wanluo seemed to be dozing off, her big eyes slowly closed, and finally the upper and lower eyelids closed together, covering the last glimmer of light.

The ceremony is complete.

Xu Yingzhi was ecstatic. Although there were some small episodes in the middle, the whole ceremony was successfully completed. Now what to do is to continue to put the Wuxiang Umbrella back into Xiaoyi's body.The light of the Wuxiang Umbrella gradually faded and faded, Xu Yingzhi reached out to grab the small bead hanging in the air.

"Shh-"

A water arrow pierced through the glass from the window and shot towards Xu Yingzhi's half-stretched hand. He had no time to dodge and was shot by the water arrow.The water arrow was very powerful, and after penetrating Xu Yingzhi's wrist, it still didn't intend to stop. It forced Xu Yingzhi back a few steps and nailed him to the wall.

pain.

Since her death, Xu Yingzhi has not felt pain for many years.This water arrow nailed his body and soul together. The heart-piercing pain came from the soul instead of the flesh. The pain of burning the soul was far beyond the pain of the flesh.

This is the water of the Yellow River.

Bang, the door was kicked open.

Tonight's sky is covered with dark clouds, the moon is hidden in the clouds again, the shadow of the moon hangs in the east, and the wind and rain are about to come.

The man at the door had a gloomy face, and the veins on his forehead were clearly visible.Before entering the door, he already felt the smell of blood in the air, until the glimpse he saw when he opened the door almost made his heart stop.The person who was clamoring for a ride in the morning, and who smiled and said goodbye and said he would come back early in the evening, is now sitting lifelessly on a chair, with his head hanging down like a withered flower.The delicate face was covered with frightening blood, and even the slender eyelashes were covered with coagulated blood. What made Jing Ling's eyes tear apart was that there was a dagger stuck between He Wanluo's eyebrows.

Jing Ling's whole body began to tremble slightly. As early as when he was young, he had already abandoned all beliefs. He did not believe in gods and Buddhas but only believed in himself. For thousands of years, he had never had the idea of ​​fearing the fate of gods and Buddhas. Until now For a moment, he walked towards the lifeless person, and for the first time began to pray to the gods and Buddhas to bless that person to be alive.

As if to punish him, the Buddha did not respond to his plea.

With every step closer, his heart sank even more.

That person is no longer breathing.

The nightmare-like memory of thousands of years ago came back again. He prayed for the person who waited for thousands of years, and the person he carefully protected as a treasure was lost before his eyes again.

"Alo."

Jing Ling untied the rope for He Wanluo, and without the nylon rope, He Wanluo fell limply on Jing Ling's body.

There was no breathing, no heartbeat, and the body that had lost too much blood took away the last bit of warmth that Jing Ling was nostalgic for. Many different wounds.Every knife was deeply visible to the bone, shocking, Jing Ling was so heartbroken that he was about to suffocate, as if all those knives had been slashed hard on his heart, and he wished that all the pain would be borne by him.

This person has never done anything wrong. Whether it was thousands of years ago or now, he has always been kind-hearted and loved this world, but in the end he always ended badly.

The good ones have always been short-lived; the evil ones live a chic life.So what is the morality in this world?

Jing Ling raised her head and looked coldly at the man nailed to the wall.His eyes were dark and cold, and there was a voice in his heart roaring crazily, kill him, kill this person, and take back all the pain he inflicted on He Wanluo!

In a fit of rage, Jing Ling's eyes turned red, and her nails were fiercely clenched into her flesh.A billowing water curtain rolled up behind him, and as he clenched his fist, the water curtain also tightened, turning into small, densely packed water arrows.Jing Ling gently hooked her fingers, and the small water arrows shot at Xu Yingzhi one by one. The moment each water arrow touched Xu Yingzhi, it immediately made the sound of scorching skin and flesh, and wisps of green smoke Emerging from Xu Yingzhi's body, the pain of being devoured made his face distorted in pain, making him look very hideous and terrifying.

The water arrows sank into Xu Yingzhi's body one by one.

No more, no less, exactly 80 pieces.

Just one last hit.

A person still has a soul after death, and the soul dissipates completely after death, and will never exist in this world again.Jing Ling didn't want to let Xu Yingzhi's soul disappear in smoke immediately, sometimes death is a relief; living is suffering instead.He didn't want to let the murderer of He Wanluo die so easily, it was too cheap for him.

Jing Ling changed her gestures, and the last water arrow disappeared behind her, turning into a purple flame.

It is rumored that in the [-]th floor of hell, there is a raging fire, which is specially used for the execution of vicious and heinous evil spirits. The fire will never be extinguished, causing evil spirits to suffer from burning every day.

This flame was the fire of hell that he thought looked good when he went to the underworld to play, and stole it on a whim.It's just that the flame has no other use other than being beautiful. It can't be used for heating or burning firewood, so he keeps it in his collection. Unexpectedly, thousands of years have passed, and it is useful today.

The fire of hell burns the soul, but does not lead to death.

He wants the man to suffer the pain of hellfire for eternity.

Jing Ling's eyes were reflected in a strange purple by the flames, his expression was indifferent, without any emotion, with a slight movement of his fingers, the faint flames quickly flew towards Xu Yingzhi.

At this moment, from a dark corner that no one noticed, a figure rushed out and blocked the final blow.

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