The monk is hanging up

Chapter 20 Corpse Refiner

Chen Jing took a glance, and there was an indescribable charm on the person who came up, like the Buddha's light of an eminent monk, and like the purple aura of an old Taoist priest, very mysterious.He asked: "Okay?"

Lin Su responded by smashing the corpse puppet's head into pieces with one punch.

With the iron cloth shirt and golden bell cover opened, Lin Su looked like a giant war beast running over the pile of corpses.The methods of the demon heretics are despicable, despicable, cruel and ruthless. Lin Su only thought that the devil is also a human being. Now he is a fledgling, and he has never seen the face of the corpse refiner. His Dao heart is almost broken, as if the Rebirth Curse communicated with him when he washed the soul of the dead. The heart is calm and the blood is boiling.

Lin Su thumped the head of a zombie, and suddenly said to Chen Jing: "Your information is wrong, the number of corpses is far more than twenty, and we killed forty, right?"

Chen Jing nodded, and pondered: "The corpse refiners have been refining corpse puppets for half a month. The materials come from refugees who escaped taxation and famine. Those we killed were only men. Women and children don't know where they are. Damn it. The corpse refiner, damn the natural disaster."

Living corpse puppets are undoubtedly terrifying, that is to ordinary people, but for those who have good skills, these ghost things are very boring, as long as they are not allowed to scratch, there is almost no danger.

The only thing to pay attention to is the corpse refiner. If he does not die, corpse puppets will come out continuously, and more and more people will disappear. Maybe he can create a corpse in a poor place if he hides for a year or so. Army of corpse puppets.

Chen Jing said in a deep voice: "Lin Su, I will deal with these corpse puppets. You go up and search for the corpse refiner. If he doesn't show up for a day, my heart will not be quiet. I can't let him hide in the dark and plot."

Shouting "Tianlei Jinluan Knife", he chopped off the heads of several corpse puppets, Chen Jing made a way, and as soon as Lin Su left, he raised the knife to kill back.

At the top of the mountain, Lin Su saw skeletons all over the ground. Some were one or two feet tall, while others were as tall as an adult. There was no flesh on the bones, and there was at most a layer of pitch-black skin wrapped around the bones.

In front of him, a man in a black cloak sat cross-legged beside the raging square cauldron, pouring ingredients into the cauldron from time to time. Lin Su could see clearly that there were only two kinds of so-called alchemy ingredients, human flesh and heart.

Lin Su was furious, his heart looked like he could grasp two with one hand, it was obviously underdeveloped, it was the heart of a child, and as for the human flesh, it was mostly the flesh and blood of women.

"Corpse refiner... You have committed a serious crime, and you deserve to go to hell and be punished by the eighteenth level of hell."

"Can't the living corpses below the mountain stop you? This six-door arrester is a bit capable, but it's a pity that it's too early. A quarter of an hour at the latest, the old man's perfect masterpiece will be revealed..." The corpse refiner stood up slowly. , "Since you appeared at an inappropriate time, I will deal with you first, and then deal with the one down the mountain. A small ant cannot turn a storm."

When the corpse refiner turned his head, Lin Su was really startled by that terrifying appearance.There is no good meat on the face, the left eye socket is empty, there is no nose and ear, and the right wrist is severed. He is the notorious corpse refiner?

The corpse refiner jumped up, his withered left hand turned into an eagle's claw, the golden bell jar shook with a muffled sound, and when he let go, there was no trace of the golden bell jar.

"What a weak attack." Lin Su frowned. The strength of the corpse refiner was not high, not even comparable to Lin Qingliu.When the attack came, he subconsciously used the golden bell shield, but it was a superfluous move.

When Lin Su's hand was taking down the corpse refiner, three shadows immediately stood in front of the latter. Their images also looked like corpse puppets, but they were different from the corpse puppets at the foot of the mountain. They had rotten flesh hanging on their bodies and maggots in several places. Eating on the white bones.

"The three corpse puppets were all masters in cultivating outsiders." Lin Su analyzed the corpse puppets and came to a conclusion.

The corpse refiner danced and said frantically: "The three masters from Anyang County are here a few years ago. The corpse refinement method casts steel and iron bones. They are a bit more powerful than before they were alive. They donate blood obediently. The old man made you Becoming a corpse puppet will not insult your strength."

When Lin Su moved, the three corpse puppets also moved.

The Great Vajra Fist struck the chest of a corpse puppet, and the force of the rebound made his fist numb. He hurriedly retreated, with the corpse puppet chasing after him.

call!
Lu Sihai descended from the sky and knocked one of the corpses over. His sinister gaze pierced the corpse refiner's one eye, "He Sandao, Yu Feiying, and Liang Zhong are all old acquaintances. Mr. Lin, go ahead. I'm booking the fate of that thief." ”

"Lu Sihai?" the corpse refiner exclaimed.

"As much as possible."

Lin Su quickly grabbed the corpse refiner by the throat with one hand, and lifted him up. With the other hand, he couldn't help but swing his fist wildly. The corpse refiner's face was covered with blood, and he raised his hand. He slammed it hard on the ground.

The corpse refiner coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs, grabbed Lin Su's wrist, and laughed like crazy, "It's too late, my masterpiece is born, and we will all become its nourishment."

Lin Su broke off the corpse refiner's hand, and rushed towards Sifang Ding quickly.

boom!
The Sifang Ding exploded, a blood-red flame tornado soared into the sky, and a white baby's hand rested on the Sifang Ding.

The corpse refiner said frantically: "Show me my child."

A three or four-year-old naked child from Dingzhong came out, and Lin Su felt uncomfortable all over from the corner of his eyes.The child's eyes fixed on Lin Su's body moved away in just three breaths, and his emotionless eyes cast on the mutilated body of the corpse refiner, suddenly showing a fierce light.

How dare Lin Su take it lightly, this man's three or four-year-old body, but the afterglow made his heart feel a little chilly.

What kind of monster did the corpse refiner create?

call out!
Danger……

As soon as Lin Su realized it, a big hole appeared in the corpse refiner's chest, and his heart disappeared.

What a great speed.

The child who crushed his heart devoured the corpse refiner's heart, sat on the peak filled with corpse gas and stared at the rising sun.The corpse refiner vomited blood with a calm and satisfied smile.

Scenes of memories outlined his thoughts...

When he was four years old, his alcoholic father beat him so badly with a rolling pin that he was bruised that day.

When he was seven years old, he went to work for a wealthy family in the village. The master’s young master lost a piece of fine jade pendant and found it in his room. The angry master cut off his right hand with a kitchen knife. Shouting that he was wronged while his alcoholic father looked on.

At the age of 11, he accidentally saw the eldest young master having an affair with the master's eleventh wife. The young master asked someone to hold his limbs and goug out his left eye alive. He once cried and begged for mercy and promised not to tell it, but no one believed it. .

The young master sent him to the government on the grounds that he intended to rape Mrs. Eleven and spent a lot of money to bribe the county magistrate. With all the "personal and material evidence" in place, the government sentenced him to death and cut off his ear, which he likes to eavesdrop on. .

The past is vivid in my mind.

He resented his father's cowardice and incompetence, resented the indiscriminate right from wrong of the wealthy family, and resented the indifference of the villagers. He didn't regret killing that indifferent village, he didn't regret killing that dog official, but why were there tears in the corners of his eyes?
He understood that it was worrying.

Concerned about his "children".

The purpose of creating this child is to make up for the regrets I had as a child. If I could turn back time, I would take this child anonymously and give him the greatest love in the world.

It is a pity that I have always been a murderer. When I created this child, my hands were covered with blood. If I died at his hands, I would be considered worthy of death.

Father, I still love you. I buried you on the hillside of my hometown to let you see that my poor mother, who died under your fist, was still deeply attached to you and had no regrets until she died.

(End of this chapter)