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"Amitabha, benefactor, why do you have to commit so much killing? To open the Longshan altar, at least millions of lives need to be sacrificed, and these are all innocent people." Zhuxie clasped his hands together with a look of compassion.

Jiang You took a deep look at the monk standing next to Xu Rizhao. After deciphering the stone painting, the monk had been silent. Of course, he didn't talk much in the first place.

But since you are a man of few words, you shouldn't say such inappropriate words at this time.

"Monk, are you blind?"

She stared at Zhuxie coldly, "Go to hell, Amitabha! Now they want to kill me. I have been staying in Longshan and Tingfeng City honestly from the beginning to the end, and they want to kill me themselves!

Open your dog eyes and look at these so-called innocent people. They arbitrarily accuse someone of murder and then attack him in groups!

You don't think they are doing evil, but instead think that I, a rebel, am committing a crime?

Why, in your Buddhist logic, the victim should stand while being persecuted, right?"

To punish evil, "If you want to know the result of your next life, do it in this life; if you want to know the cause of your previous life, do it in this life."

"What do you mean? Are you saying that I did so many evil things in my previous life that I have this result in this life?"

Jiang You grinned, wantonly and arrogant.

The shrill laughter made Zhuxie's eardrums hurt a little.

"Why are you laughing, benefactor?"

"I laugh at what you say, all of it is nonsense! If it is true that the cause and effect in your previous life are the result of this life, then these people are destined to die in my hands. Doesn't this also prove that they did so many evil things in their previous lives that they are suffering such retribution in this life?

It seems like they really deserve to die! Hahahaha!"

Zhuxie sighed, "The donor is very eloquent."

Jiang You, "Monk, let me ask you, if one person bullies another person it's called bullying, and if a group of people bully one person it's called bullying, then if everyone bullies one person together it's called justice, right?"

Zhuxie was stunned by this sudden question, "Why do you say that, benefactor?"

"how you said that?"

Jiang You laughed loudly, "Can't you see? These people who have traveled thousands of miles to the Shiwandashan Mountains are all eyeing my head. No, that's not right."

Jiang You shook his head, "If you take my head, it would be a bargain for me!"

She leaned close to Zhuxie and whispered in his ear, "It is rumored that my flesh and blood can be used to make a potion that can bring people back to life. What do you think they will do to me if they catch me?"

"Instead of chanting Amitabha here, why don't you go out and persuade those people outside to see if they are willing to leave? It's not that I want to kill people now, but these people are rushing to seek their own death."

Looking at Jiang You's brilliant smile, Xu Rizhao subconsciously moved a few steps to the side, putting some distance between himself and Zhu Xie.

At the same time, Baiyin, who had a numb look on his face, was also taken away.

Her intuition told her that the monk was in danger.

Zhu Xie was unaware of all this and was about to persuade Jiang You again, but as soon as he opened his mouth, she put away her smile and scolded him impatiently.

"Monk, I don't have the patience to deal with you right now, so you'd better stop talking nonsense!"

"Amita..."

"Shut up!"

Jiang You grabbed Zhuxie's collar with a fierce smile, "Damn bald guy, I told you to shut up, you didn't understand? In that case, get out of here and preach your truth to those people. Tell everyone that I want to kill them. See if anyone listens to you!"

As she spoke, she laughed and kicked Zhuxie off the cliff.

The sharp laughter was blown away by the wind, and the monk's tattered robes danced violently in the wind. Even at the moment he fell down, Jiang You did not see hatred in his eyes.

Instead, he looked at himself with a very compassionate look.

It's like looking at a perverse villain who refuses to repent.

Jiang You sneered and threw down another big rock, "Amitābha who can't be killed, let's see who you can persuade?!"

Xu Rizhao watched someone being kicked down and raised his eyebrows. He was glad that he was far away, otherwise he might have been kicked down as well.

But he had also heard about the monk's strange abilities...

Just as he thought of this, he saw Jiang You's face suddenly turn red, his chest caved in violently, he groaned, and vomited a large mouthful of blood.

Baiyin said with a numb expression, "The master seems to have been hit."

Xu Rizhao thought that it was the stone she threw down herself, and wanted to touch Baiyin's hair, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, the human-faced spider bit off a piece of his flesh, and he grimaced in pain.

He glanced hatefully at the human-faced spider lying among the white hair, but did not dare to reach out to touch Baiyin's head again.

Jiang You mobilized the fire to repair it quickly and suppress the severe pain.

Xu Rizhao murmured, "It's such a high mountain, the monk must be dead, right?"

Jiang You wiped the blood off his chin and said coldly, "He can't die. This thief monk can survive longer than anyone else."

Because of the fire, there are some secret connections between him and Zhuxie, and he can feel the remaining vitality of this guy.

He used two fruits, and as long as he didn't die on the spot, he would almost certainly recover slowly.

Meanwhile, in Fog City.

The deserted streets were littered with all kinds of broken pieces of garbage. When a gust of wind blew, the broken plastic and paper scraps on the ground were blown into the sky.

"Roar!!!"

A deep roar came from the other end of the road.

"Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!"

The ground was shaking violently, and a four-meter-tall corpse suddenly appeared at the end of the road, walking steadily step by step.

The corpse held two huge rusty axes in its hands, with circles of white, greasy, and cold flesh piled on its body, making it look like a giant tire man.

More and more slightly shorter corpses continued to emerge from the alleys and gathered behind it, forming a long white river.

The red cloak of the leading corpse fluttered with its steps, like a bright flag.

It is like a king, walking proudly in the front.

Next to this leader corpse, there is a larger blue-gray corpse. This corpse looks more ferocious, but it is wearing a huge iron mask.

The mask covered almost half of the corpse's face. Looking closely, the edges of the iron mask were nailed to the face with rusty iron nails. In some places, one could even see the cheek bones pierced by the nails. As the blue-gray corpse struggled, a trickle of mucus mixed with blood flowed out from the gap between the iron mask and the nails, dripping stickily onto the chest.

A flock of mutant birds flew by, and the corpse was about to riot, but the next second, the chain with barbs on its neck was pulled by someone and made a "clattering" sound, and it immediately quieted down.

"Kuroko, be quiet."

The boy sat on the corpse's shoulder, one hand lazily grasping the other end of the chain.

Her long flame-colored hair fluttered in the wind, covering her eyebrows and eyes. Her beautiful, almost bewitching facial features looked a little tired at the moment.

The corpse was ugly but powerful, while the boy was weird and thin, but he used his pair of bony hands to lightly control the ferocious corpse beside him.