The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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Leisurely leisurely, from the mountain to the foot of the mountain, it happened to be dusk.

The clouds are burning like fire, the sky is red, and the white snow is also coated with a festive layer. It is too beautiful to behold, but unfortunately no one appreciates the good scenery. In Jiangjiazhuang, every house is closed, which is extremely strange.

Xie Yang wondered: "Isn't there a beating father in his family? Why did he come back again?"

Jiang Shuyu shook his head.

The distance between him and Jiang Yu is not only a dozen steps, but also countless springs and autumns. Since he was born, everything about his uncle has been heard from his grandmother, so how could he suddenly know what he was thinking in his heart? .

on the empty avenue

The avenue was empty, Jiang Yu walked leisurely, the snow that covered his ankles creaked under his feet.

At this moment, the sadness that he showed to Wen Yumian before was completely gone from his face.

The huge village is very quiet, no chickens and dogs crowing, let alone human voices, like a dilapidated wilderness, but when Xie Yang tilted his head slightly, he saw someone cautiously spying on the river through the undrawn window. Yu's direction, when he looked back, the man hurriedly lowered his head and hid again.

It was as if a wolf had come to the sheepfold, and every sheep was frightened.

So weird.

"Master..."

"I saw it."

Jiang Yu wandered around Jiangjiazhuang, pointing at the houses along the way while walking, muttering something, but he didn't enter any of them.

Walking straight to an old big willow tree, he dug out a stone from the snow-covered place under the tree with ease, and sat down on the spot with it.

Xie Yang stepped forward to take a look, and reported back: "It's a whetstone."

Jiang Shuyu didn't say anything, there were no less than eight sword rooms in Hongmei Xiaozhu Xiaozhu, and he preferred weapons such as swords, forks and halberds, and he took care of them all the time.

He was just wondering—did Jiang Yu come all the way here just to sharpen an axe?

As it turns out, that is true, but not quite.

The winter sun was setting, and the sky was almost dark red. Jiang Yu sharpened his knife in the snow water, and the sound of "Huo Huo" continued to echo in the lonely air, which was particularly ear-piercing.

At this time, someone finally couldn't bear the tormenting fear, held a long stick as thick as an arm, barged open the door with a roar, ran towards the big willow tree, and shouted: "I'm fucking with you!"

Jiang Yu hooked his lips and stood up, without turning his head, he backhanded an ax...

"You are crazy!"

The sharp blade passed through Jiang Shuyu's body, he was not injured at all, but the blood was scattered all over the ground,

The stick fell into the snow with a muffled "boom", and the tall man fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, with blood gushing from his neck, touching Hongxia...

The man twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

Jiang Yu didn't look at him, and stretched out his hand to touch the blade tentatively. After getting some blood, he suddenly withdrew his hand, happy: "It's finished!"

He looks like a boy, but his expression is like a ghost, which makes people feel afraid.

Xie Yang pushed Jiang Shuyu away: "Are you crazy? The people here are all fake, you need to block them?!"

Jiang Shuyu was just shocked by the scene in front of her. Hearing someone yelling, she moved her lips and murmured, "It won't happen next time..."

Xie Yang wanted to scold again, but he saw that Jiang Yu was already holding the ax and walking slowly towards the room where the man came out...

There are still people inside, I don't know what the situation is, but it is likely to be able to calm down, because someone closed the door, just when Jiang Yu was about to enter.

At this time, Jiang Yu's blood melted into the Xuanyi, and only his face was covered with flowers, like Shura who climbed up from the eighteenth floor of hell. He dragged the deceased's ankle with one hand, and the long blood behind him went straight to his feet, like a winding road. The "Huangquan Road", but he turned a blind eye to it, still calm, and the Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his expression.

When he reached the door, he stretched out his hand and knocked on the door: "Auntie, I brought my uncle back, please open the door..."

"Auntie?"

"He is so heavy, I can hardly lift him..."

"Don't you want a family reunion..."

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Under the darkness of night, the boy's clear and crisp yells sounded like a ghost urging him to die. The land was covered in darkness, no one was lighting the lamps in every house, and every household was hiding in the dark, no one dared to come out.

Inside the door, a woman's sobbing was vaguely heard.

"If you don't come out, then I'll go in by myself."

After saying this, Jiang Yu was no longer as good-tempered as before. He started to smash the door, from light to heavy, and gradually became crazy. The newly sharpened ax was extremely sharp, and the man's house was just a wooden door, so it was a heavy weight behind him. Heavy sundries can't resist such brute force. It took less than half a stick of incense, Jiang Yu broke open the door and walked in...

In an instant, the false silence could no longer hold up, and the crying in the house suddenly rose,

beg,

fear,

hoarse...

The one hiding behind the door was terrified, and the one less than a few steps away from the "evil ghost" was equally horrified.

What happened here, I am afraid that even Jiang Shuyu himself did not think of it - his uncle is a fierce ghost, and his apprentice happens to be a devil, it is simply unlucky, all the monsters, ghosts, ghosts, anecdotes and legends come alive.

"mother!"

Suddenly, there was a cry of a child in the house, Jiang Shuyu finally couldn't control himself, and rushed in.

Xie Yang stopped him: "Things in the illusion may not be real, don't believe it!"

Jiang Shuyu stopped, turned his head, and looked at Xie Yang blankly: "When I was young, our family also lived on the mountain, and there were always two spirit snakes guarding the house. Grandma said it was left by a monk to protect us. Others I didn’t dare to get close, but around there... the words 'debt and life' are written everywhere..."

it is true.

Everything that happens in the illusion is real,

In other words, this is not an illusion, but someone's memory.

It seems that the person Jiang Shuyu said earlier who protected him was either Jiang Xue or Jiang Yu.

The crying in the house suddenly stopped, and everything in the village returned to calm, except for the smell of blood permeating the air...

Xie Yang remembered that the smell before was the smell of human blood after repeated washing and roasting on the fire.

Jiang Yu killed people, more than one,

If so, what did Wen Yumian and Jiang Xue eat?

Thinking of this, Xie Yang felt nauseated.

The Qingjing Sword was clenched tightly by Jiang Shuyu and clanked. He was angry from the heart, and his face was clouded.

Xie Yang's heart skipped a beat: "He wouldn't even want to kill his uncle, would he?"

The last time I saw Jiang Shuyu's expression like this was when he slaughtered the city.

Resisting the nausea, Xie Yang grabbed the corner of his clothes, for fear that he would hurt himself if he became unconscious: "Fake, fake, they are already dead!"

Jiang Shuyu turned her back to Xie Yang, didn't move, but said blankly: "They said that my eyes are retribution, so they are all true..."

Xie Yang: "Stop talking nonsense, this story is not over yet, your eyes have more spiritual power than ten spirit pools, if this is retribution, give me more."

Grandmother Jiang was right, Jiang Yu was indeed not naughty, because this level was far beyond what was "stubborn"!

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Yu came out from the quiet room. His face was blushing, and he couldn't see his original appearance. The basket behind him was already full, dripping with blood, and he walked a little slower. It can be merged into a small blood pit.

"What are you doing struggling so hard? It's all your fault. It's time to take a bath again."

With an aggrieved expression on his face, he knelt down and scooped up a handful of fresh snow, wiped all of it on the hatchet, and washed it off repeatedly.

In the end, he turned around, and his voice echoed in the Jiangjiazhuang surrounded by several mountains: "Hey! Next time I come, can you prepare some hot water for me?"

He laughed again, but unfortunately no one connected him with the word "boy" this time.

This is, a beam of light lit up in the night, and the blue-robed monk raised his sword and flew towards him, slashing straight at his front...