Monkey and Feather

My body couldn't help trembling, and I exclaimed in my heart: "It's so strong and murderous."

I can feel that after the demon monkey was unreasonable to me, I have changed, just like those heroes written in the novel, I can feel the breath of others.

I tried my best to calm myself down. Although the other party looked scary, he was a god after all, so he shouldn't indiscriminately hurt good people.

So I asked, "This child is still young, and now he is alone. Is there any way you can help him?"

Killing Monk put down the wine jar and leaned close to me. I was almost fainted by him. Even if he was half a meter away from me, even if I held my breath, I could still smell it.

God!Sha Laosan, I thought you were the one who loves cleanliness the most, this is too...

"You want to help him? Haha!" Sha Monk pointed to the child beside him while speaking, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Brother, please don't laugh! Please!" I held my breath and muttered in my heart.

Because of the taste in his mouth when he laughed, not to mention how terrifying it was.I also clearly saw a spittle from his mouth leaving a small hole on the table.

Killing Monk leaned forward and back together with a smile, this abnormal reaction confuses me a bit.

"Sister, don't worry about me. I'm fine. I'm a demon. Demons are very capable of surviving, and the baby my grandfather left behind can also defend themselves." The child looked at me with a childlike smile.

"Hmph~ You are an outsider, you shouldn't care about the affairs of this world."

Killing Monk changed his cold face, picked up the jar and continued to pour wine, but I could feel that he seemed to be getting more and more drunk, and his breath was a little messed up.

What surprised me even more was that he also knew that I was a player.

This is so unreasonable!

"By the way, I have some money here, take it, little brother."

As a player, it is reasonable for me to have some money, right?Although I'm naked... well, reasonable, reasonable.

"Thank you sister for your kindness, no need, grandpa has a lot of savings, and I can't spend it all in my life."

I smiled, touched the child's head, and stopped talking.

The night was about to pass with the crowing of cocks, and I got used to his smell, and his murderous aura gradually faded away.

"Excuse me, do you know where your elder brother is?"

I speak very politely, because I don't know if he has the same virtue as that demon monkey.If you eat a pit and gain a wisdom, you must be careful in this world.

"Eh? Why are you looking for him?" Killing Monk stopped his movements and looked down at me. I could feel the cold light from his eyes for a moment.

"Cough~ that, it's okay, I admire him very much, so I just want him to sign my autograph." I felt terrified when he saw it, and I was afraid that if I said a wrong sentence, I would end up with that dog-headed monster.

"You want to kill him." The four words were very soft, but they almost suffocated me.

"No...no..." I stammered, subconsciously shrinking back in fright.

At this time, I forgot about the stinky smell, and there was only one word left: Counseling!

"Hahaha, don't worry, I won't kill women and children!" He smiled and continued drinking.

"Yes, yes." I looked at his children's heads and shrank back again.

"But you can't kill him." Killing Monk's hoarse voice suddenly became more sad, and said leisurely, "Because I was the one who killed him!"

"What?!" I was completely confused and looked up at him.

But it can be seen that what he said is true.

The killing monk drank more violently, and began to cough violently again, making piercing laughter from time to time.

I don't speak anymore, because I can clearly feel that he is very sad, carrying out the sadness deep in his soul.

This feeling seems familiar to me, is it abandonment, betrayal, not being able to get it, or?Both are.

I should have left, but for some reason I suddenly wanted to spend more time with him, or wanted him to spend more time with me, even if there was no communication, even if the smell was bad.

"Uncle, how did you become a god?" The child asked the monk curiously with his big eyes blinking.

"Killed a lot of people."

The child was surprised for a while, and then became excited again.

He continued to ask: "Then how did you become the personal bodyguard of the Queen of Heaven, Uncle? That can only be done by the most trusted person."

"Killed many gods."

"Ah?! Uncle is amazing! Then how did you become a Buddha?"

"Hehe, kill all those who stand in the way."

I rested my chin on the side and listened quietly. I didn't make any waves because I was used to it.

The child giggled, as clear as a copper bell, and it was the most beautiful sound in the dawn. A ray of sunshine passed through the window and sprinkled wantonly on our wine table.

"Uncle, have you ever killed a child? My grandfather said that you are wearing a child's head." The child leaned close to the killing monk and counted the beads of human head.

"Prayer beads? If they are children, then I killed them."

I rolled my eyes speechlessly, really wanting to reach out and hit him in the face a few times.

"...15,16,17, 17, [-], a total of [-] children's heads!" The child shouted excitedly after counting.

"Hehe, you counted wrong."

"Eh? Is it wrong?" The child said, stretching out his little hand and continuing to count around the killing monk.

"...12,13,14,15,16,17, [-], [-], [-], [-], [-]." As the child counted, his voice grew louder, and when he counted to the last moment, he laughed excitedly.

"That's right, it's 17!"

"No, no, look, I'll count for you." As he spoke, the killing monk took off the human head Buddhist beads, and counted slowly.

"...15,16,17, [-], [-]."

"Look, that's right, 17." The child was even more excited, twisting his face with a smile.

"18!" The killing monk laughed hoarsely, counted "18", and then put his hand on the child's head.

"Bastard! What are you doing..." Before I could yell out, a stream of blood splashed on my face, the blood of a child! !

The body of the child is still standing, but without the head, it is held in the hands of a monk, a monk who does not kill children! !

"Did you know? A live head is especially suitable for making prayer beads because the bones will not be damaged."

As the killing monk said, he put the child's head on his prayer beads, and the flesh and blood kept slipping from his hands.

"F*ck Nima!!" I yelled, picked up a bench and threw it at him, I only hated that I didn't have a sharp weapon.

"Bang!" The bench exploded on his body and shattered all over the floor, but I kicked him out.

He froze, and I froze too.

"Me?! Is it that powerful?" Before I could think about it, my body was already limp on the ground.

"Hehe, the power of the monkey is good, good." Killing Monk stood up slowly, picked up the jar of wine, and pinned it to his waist.

"Monkey power? Yeah, ridiculous power!" I smiled helplessly, and then cried out.

I tried my best to stand up and came to the dead body of the child, weeping uncontrollably.

"He's just a child! Why?! Why are you so cruel?!"

"You shouldn't care about this world." His voice was still cold, just like himself.

I didn't speak, picked up the child and buried him in his grandfather's place.I swore to avenge the boy, kill the monk, and get his head back.

"Go!" He spoke succinctly, but with a mockery.

"Where?"

"Go kill the monkey!"

I wiped away my tears and followed him out of the hotel.

Outside the door, I stared at him, and he stared at the tavern.

Suddenly, the palm of his hand was on fire, and as he raised his hand, the flames rushed from his hand to the roof of the tavern. The flames burned once in two, and then in three, and the tavern was instantly engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

"You...you..." I was so angry that I couldn't speak, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and then fell to the ground, my consciousness became blurred.

I couldn't hear the sound, and I didn't know what he was talking to himself in the sea of ​​fire, I only knew that he stayed there for a long, long time.

It wasn't until he came over and hugged me that I vaguely saw a few tear stains flashing across his cheeks.

I know, I'm in a trance.

It's daylight, I'm sleepy...

The author has something to say:

This one should be a bit scary for some people, right?There is no such description after that.

But after reading the back, you will feel that this chapter is nothing.

What we see is often only the appearance of things.