After rebirth I became the tyrant's little white lotus

The one-eyed man was already a little scared, but he didn't want to show his timidity in front of the crowd and lose his momentum, so he could only bite the bullet and walk a few steps forward, holding a piece of cloth torn from the boy's body in his hand.

He shook the fabric triumphantly, and said with a smile, "What? This monster belongs to your family? Pooh!"

He spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the dusty ground. The one-eyed man smiled ferociously, his eyes rolled around uncomfortably, unwilling to show timidity in front of the Taoist priest, so he sized up the other party's plain or even tattered clothes , as if looking for psychological comfort for myself:

"You look like a ghost, and you dress like a beggar, why? You still want to be a hero to save the beauty here? Or... Hehe, you also like this little monster's ass?"

The one-eyed man smiled obscenely, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be a kind of lust that all men understand, "If you also like this guy's ass, I will agree."

As he said that, he rubbed his fingers at the Taoist priest, looking as if his eyes were open when he saw Qian, "It's just good to make sense...ah!"

Before the one-eyed man could finish speaking, he suddenly yelled, his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and smashed hard on the thick tree trunk.

Everyone regained their senses, their eyes of fear and surprise fell on the legs and feet that the Taoist hadn't retracted yet.

"Cough cough cough..."

The one-eyed strong man fell to the ground from halfway up the tree, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the trunk he used as a back was deeply sunken, one can imagine how strong the warrior's feet should be.

"you you……"

In just a short time, the one-eyed burly man who was still showing off his power had already taken in less air and exhaled more. Bright red and sticky blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and soon his face was smeared, and even his back was contorted. A strange arc bends, as if it has been subjected to some kind of huge pressure, forming such a strange shape.

The Taoist stopped his foot, smiled lazily, and then his eyes fell on the men who were still holding the boy in a daze, "You... touched him with that dog's paw?"

At this moment, his vision is dangerous and profound, one black and one white eyes are full of darkness, especially the one covered with white shade, which looks strange and frightening under the sunlight, like a ghost seeking revenge Generally speaking, even a tattered Taoist robe and a half-length bun can't hide his devil-like evil nature.

The group of men became timid. They looked at the one-eyed man who was already lying there, and then looked down at the young man who was pinned to the ground by them. They couldn't help but sternly said: "You, don't come here..."

A thin monkey-like man actually grabbed Bai Miao, grabbed the boy's slender jade neck with one hand, and threatened, "Don't come here! Otherwise, I'll strangle him to death!"

In the eyes of this group of people, human life is nothing, but each of them has more or less stains on them. After all, in such a mountain village, what is lacking is justice and the law.

"Threat me?" The Taoist narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his lips deepened. His half-closed eyes fell on the young man's scarred body, and he pinched his finger bones involuntarily. He said softly: " Do you think I'd be threatened for a pet?"

--can you?

Taoist priests themselves do not know.

--of course!

Emperor Wu, who was standing outside the debris, was so angry that his teeth itch, wishing he could rush in and finish off all these people.His eyes were red, his fists were clenched, and his body was full of oppressive depression, but the people in the fragments could not feel the anger of Emperor Wu.

The thin monkey man backed away in fear, but he was unwilling to let go of Bai Miao's trump card.

As for the young man who was shackled, his tearful eyes were full of dependence on the Taoist priest, but after hearing the other party's words "Do you think I will be threatened because of a pet", even if the young man can't be very good He understood the meaning, but the indifference in that tone made him dim the light in his eyes.

The little goblin is stupid, but he is not stupid. Sometimes he is very sensitive.

As for the Taoist priest standing not far away, he also clearly saw the whole process of the boy's eyes turning from bright to dark. The color spread bit by bit, enveloping several people in it.

The Taoist priest stood quietly on the spot, and within his line of sight, those men didn't know why, as if they were strangled by some invisible shadow, they could only keep grabbing their necks with their hands, Feet kicked indiscriminately in the air.

Others can't see clearly, but Taoist priests are very clear.

At that moment, he released the ghosts who lost their lives because of this group of people.

Some of these ghosts are as big as children, some are weak women, and some are elderly people... They are all people who were bullied by this group of people and even lost their lives innocently. Lord", that's right, the moment the Taoist priest let go of the gate, the restricted ghosts emerged, screaming and pounced on the men, clamoring for revenge.

The silver-haired boy was limp on the ground, his whole body was covered with bruises, and the tattered cloth hung half-covered on his shoulders, revealing many small scratches.

He supported his body with his arms, his ankles and wrists were swollen and swollen, and the traces of being pinched were clear and conspicuous.

"Tsk, how stupid."

The Taoist didn't look sideways, and walked slowly in front of the young man. He was condescending and asked with a bad expression, "Does it hurt?"

As if knowing that he was not given up by the Taoist priest, the boy's eyes lit up, and he stammered: "It hurts, it hurts..."

"It's right that it hurts, you deserve pain for being so stupid." The Taoist cursed, but the movements of his hands were very light, carefully holding the person in his arms with one hand, and he didn't dislike the dirt on the other person's body. He wrapped it tightly in his robe.

The silver-haired boy was obediently held in the arms of the Taoist priest. His hair was disheveled, covered with dust and fallen leaves, and he looked like a child fleeing in distress.

Satisfied with the well-behaved child in his arms, the Taoist patted his head rewardingly, "Don't be afraid, I will avenge you."

As he spoke, his strange eyes looked at the one-eyed young man lying on the ground, and a sneer flashed across his lips.

No one can escape the damned.

Beside the big tree under the mountain forest, there was a strange cloud of dark smoke surrounding it, and the wind was blowing, and it seemed that the roars and screams could be faintly heard, but such a big movement did not attract anyone to come check it out.

In the thick smoke, a figure gradually appeared, from blurry to clear, from dark to vivid, it was the Taoist priest who walked out slowly with a boy in his arms.

The smoke seemed to be conscious of the Taoist priest, and he spontaneously avoided the other party's whereabouts. It could even be said that he was careful not to contaminate the corner of the Taoist priest's clothes.

The Taoist squinted at the scene behind him, and murmured in a low voice, "Enjoy your feast of evil spirits..."

His last words drifted into nothingness, and his figure slowly disappeared into the forest, as clean as if he had never appeared before.

In the dense fog, it was dark and the sky was not visible.

A few men hung in mid-air, their faces turned red from the wind and sun, and even faintly purple. The veins on their foreheads and limbs were beating under the skin, revealing a ferocious aura everywhere like wriggling snakes. .

The invisible souls of ordinary people surround them, the cold breath fills the entire dark space, and they cry again and again, but the men are powerless to resist, and can only let themselves be invisible and intangible. Holding, strangling, hitting, pinching... the violence they used to inflict on others returned to themselves at this moment.

As for the one-eyed strong man, he was haunted by a ghost with a powerful soul.

This ghost is different from other madmen, but calm and fierce. He is wearing a light-colored Chinese tunic suit, with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looks gentle and emaciated, but the cruel light in his eyes makes people feel scared inside.

This ghost is the teacher who was raped and killed by a one-eyed man.

He has already turned into a ghost, and has been with the one-eyed man for many years. He has been waiting for this moment for a long, long time. He once sank into the abyss with his dreams, and now he climbed out with a monstrous hatred. Hell, just to completely tear this scum in front of him into pieces.

So, the ghost did it.

In the scream of the man who almost tore his throat, his body was bent, his bones creaked, and his joints were twisted into strange curves. The kneaded dough was transformed into various shapes under the control of ghosts.

Of course, during this process, the man's consciousness was extremely clear, and his roar never stopped.

The feast of ghosts is still going on, and the hatred of ghosts will eventually burn everything.

In the mountains and forests, the Taoist priests who had already escaped the chaos didn't bother to care about what they released.

As early as when he saw those men, he saw the ghosts behind them, mostly because of obsession, only the teacher's soul is the most powerful, it is the power of hatred.

The Taoist felt that what he did was right. He set those ghosts free and gave them a chance to avenge. After they had avenged and lost their obsession, they would naturally disappear into the world. This kind of equivalent exchange, It is worth it for the ghost, but for the Taoist, it happens to avenge his little pet, so why not do it?

Thinking like this, he raised his hand and shook the boy in his arms, and said with a soft smile: "Little guy, you are too light!"

At the same time, Tu Xiuting outside the fragments trembled all over, his eyes flashed some kind of inconceivable, but he quickly disappeared into nothingness, but his fists were tightened, loosened and tightened, as if he was Why are things tangled.

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