Cannibalism

When they opened their eyes again, they were already in chaos.

Tobishiren looked down at the palm of his hand, the white candle in his hand had disappeared.The front gradually brightened, and there was a glimmer of light floating in front of my eyes.

Compared with the ghost fire in Laoshizi Hell, this place is more like a pool of stagnant water.A hexagonal pavilion floats on the stagnant water.When he got closer, he saw a [-]-year-old man standing in the pavilion.The man was thin and thin, with his hands behind his back, gray clothes in a high bun, and a downcast gentleman's attire. He looked like a scholar with no strength to restrain himself.

The scholar suddenly slapped the stone table, and there was a loud bang, which made Yuan Shiren tremble all over.

It turned out that he was holding a piece of Xingmu, and there seemed to be some power in the Xingmu, which made people's minds buzz, and their eyes went blank for a moment.

After slapping Xingmu on the table, the scholar said: "It is said that thousands of years ago, on Yuanshou Mountain, there was a civet cat named Binbin who knew each other from a white rabbit. Frolicking among the blooming wild flowers, it's a joy."

It seems that this is still a storyteller.His voice when he was telling a book was much rougher than his figure.

His black pupils are pitifully small, and the whites of his eyes are two hazy, very scary.

"One day, a man-eating wild flower appeared in the mountains. It was vicious and aggressive. The man-eating wild flower saw the civet cat's aura alive, and became malicious. When it rained heavily, the white rabbit never appeared. The yellow cat was playing in the wild, alone. One body. The man-eating flower raised its arms to tie it up, strangled it to death, and opened its mouth to swallow it. Woohoo! How cruel the man-eating wild flower is, it is tied up to death, and eats the living beings."

Tobishijin staggered back a step: "I didn't! You, you framed me. I don't remember it at all."

The storyteller ignored his rebuttals and continued to chatter: "After eating, the man-eating wild flowers lingered for a long time and turned into the shape of a civet cat. They deceived the mountain people and the white rabbit. The mountain people regarded it as a god, and the white rabbit became a friend. One One day, the man-eating wild flowers were hungry and cold, so they repeated the old trick and stalked the white rabbit. Fortunately, the white rabbit escaped and attached to the Yuanshou mountain, absorbing the nectar of the day and night, looking for a good opportunity for revenge. , and eventually become evil spirits."

His voice pierced into Tobishijin's ears word by word.Hitoshi Tobishiro was speechless by his aggressive demeanor.

The tone is coherent and done in one go, as if it is true.

"The man-eating wildflower has boundless magic power. It often pretends to be a young man, and attracts the mountain people to kneel and kowtow three times and worship them as gods. Its heart is clumsy, and with the promise of harvest as bait, it deceives the mountain people to sacrifice for one year. God is furious. , suddenly fell to the sky, the mouth of the wild flowers cracked, the pain was endless, and the tears flowed into a weir. The viciousness became violent, and the mountain people caught it and offered wild flowers. The white rabbit was defeated, and its soul flew away."

"You're talking nonsense!" A vein popped out on Yuanshiren's forehead, "I'm not such a vicious person."

"No and no." The storyteller finally responded to his words, "The world is unpredictable, and it is difficult to draw a tiger's skin and bones. Knowing people knows the face but not the heart."

"you--"

That Xingmu slapped suddenly, and there was another loud sound.The storyteller unfolded a folding fan, put it in front of his chest, gazed at the boundless stagnant water outside the pavilion, and said: "If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter to explain it."

After finishing speaking, the Liujiao Pavilion disappeared in front of his eyes, and a scorching fire flashed on the surface of the water. After a while, a raging fire ignited all around, and the hot fog billowed in, making him cough uncontrollably.

When Xie Sheng opened his eyes, there was no white candle in his hand.The surrounding area was empty and silent.There is no flower god, no brothers, and no Lord Niutou of Fanchuan Ghost Domain.

He had seen the Purgatory at the bottom of Huangquan before, but it had never been this quiet and steady.At least it must be surrounded by billowing lava, which is so hot that people can't breathe.

"Snapped!"

I don't know who was patting the wood in a daze, Xie Sheng took a closer look, only to find a sour scholar in ragged clothes standing in the underground purgatory.The sour scholar turned his back to him, with a head of flowing waist-length hair hanging down.

The one he photographed on the table was Xingmu, Xie Sheng had heard storytelling before, so he recognized this scene.

"Cough cough... By the way, thousands of years ago——"

Which ghost is so leisurely and leisurely, standing in purgatory with disheveled hair like a barbarian telling a book.

Xie Sheng was not in a hurry, he just stood there quietly and listened.

"There is a tiger family named Xie in Tianyan Mountain, whose descendants have been around for hundreds of years and are well-known all over the world. They are one of the most famous families in the world of spiritual consciousness. All the immortals, ghosts and monsters in the land of Shenzhou are all courteous to the Xie family."

"Oh, I guess you understand." Xie Sheng closed his eyes, with a three-point tiger arrogance in his brows and eyes, "Go on."

The storyteller changed the subject and sneered: "It's a pity that the four brothers of the Tiger Clan passed away one after another, and there were no successors. In the blink of an eye, the Tiger Clan has become a generation that bullies the weak and fears the hard. A family of dudes."

"What kindness do you do? What kind of disciple?" When Xie Sheng heard this sentence, his eyes widened, and the phantom tiger claws were already eager to try, "If you have the ability, can you say it again?"

"The Tiger Clan of the Xie clan has its own merits, the tenth son Xie Nan is even worse, and the twelve son Xie Sheng is next." The storyteller in gray shabby clothes began to comment on Xie Sheng and his brothers, "The tenth son Xie Nan is timid and fearful." , not only afraid of wolves, tigers and leopards, but also chickens, cats, rats and dogs. She looks like a crying daughter, but she pretends to be a gentleman outside. There is also Xie Sheng, who is rough-hearted and arrogant. In the family's good name, they don't think about making progress. Mourning the death of the fourth brother, the descendants are really unfilial sons and grandchildren!"

"Full of nonsense!" Xie Sheng leaped up from the air and slashed at the storyteller's head, "You say I can, but call my tenth brother cowardly and afraid of getting into trouble. I think you are an evil ghost who lies and doesn't write drafts. My tenth brother is afraid of everything and is not afraid of mice! I have never seen him afraid of such a small thing since I was a child."

"Tut tsk tsk." The storyteller turned sideways and easily dodged Xie Sheng's attack. He grinned and said with a sneer, "I almost forgot. Among the four deceased brothers, not all were chivalrous and courageous. The ninth son of the Xie family The most treacherous..."

"Shut up." Xie Sheng curled his hands into fists, "You are not allowed to mention my ninth brother."

The storyteller chattered endlessly: "If one-tenth of Xie's chivalry is really rumored by the outside world, why is Xie not worshiped as a god? Everyone sees you treacherous and hypocritical, dare not speak out, Xie's villain is obvious to the world, no need to say more Word."

There was a smile in the whites of the huge eyes, which was even more ironic.

These words can be regarded as talking about Xie Sheng's pain.He squinted his eyes, with a fierce look on his face, turned into a tiger body, and prostrated himself on the ground, as if he was pouncing on the food: "You are still the youngest, talking nonsense and insulting my Xie clan."

"Sometimes there must be in fate, and there is always time in fate. Don't force it." Xingmu patted, and the figure of the storyteller began to change from thick to light, and only heard the echo floating around, "If you want to know what will happen next, please listen Back to decomposition."

Xie Sheng jumped into the hexagonal pavilion, but the figure of the man had turned into the wind and floated away.

The ground heat ignited like a fire around him, Xie Sheng clenched his fists, and his anger intensified in the hot wind.

At that time, this ignorant storyteller must be caught and beaten.

When Xie Nan held a white candle and closed his eyes to rest, he kept silently reciting the words that Niutou warned him: "When you are in the sea of ​​fire and purgatory, you must be magnanimous, and you must not get angry at will."

He didn't open his eyes for a long time, and he heard that there was no wind or water in his ears, and it was completely quiet.Just like that, after half a stick of incense, there was a loud noise in my ears.

"Clap" sounded.

Xie Nan quickly turned his head to look where the sound came from, and saw a ghost standing by the pavilion, photographing Xingmu, as if he was planning to start a storytelling.

This ghostly smile pulled the corners of his mouth, looked at Xie Nan with malicious intent, and said, "It is said that 900 years ago, the Xie's Tiger Clan led the East Sea Monster Clan to resist foreign enemies. The eldest son and the third son died in the battle. The unknown goat demon won the god position. Afterwards, the Xie family led the demon clan to exterminate the evil spirits in the ghost world. The six sons were killed in battle, and there were no bones left. Plagues raged across the land, Xie Xuan, the nine sons of the Xie family, died of illness while practicing medicine, and the people erected his stone statues to worship, but a thunderbolt fell from the sky, crushing the stone statues into dust."

"That's true." Xie Nan smiled lightly, "What advice do you have?"

"It turned out that the Jade Emperor was worried that the Xie's Tiger Clan's prestige would overshadow the Heaven Realm, and he was quite jealous of the Tiger Clan. The Tiger Clan once asked the Heaven Realm that the monsters, big and small, would not have to go through the Heavenly Tribulation again. The Heaven Realm agreed, but on one condition, the Xie Clan's Tiger Clan needed promise."

Xie Nan's gaze swept across the pool of stagnant water under his feet: "I know that."

"The requirement is—the Xie's Tiger Clan will never become gods!" The storyteller's ghost clamped his throat, and said sharply, "Even the goat demons under him in the past were enshrined and became gods, but the Xie's Tiger Clan is still an ordinary clan. You demon, willing to treat these little gods who are not as good as yourself. It's sad and lamentable, it's ridiculous!"

Xie Nan clenched his finger bones tightly, venting all the raging anger in the sound of his fist joints, he closed his eyes, and told himself to stay calm and not fall into this ghostly way.

The storyteller said slowly, "At first, the Xie's Tiger Clan had no objection at all, and it was all because of the Jade Emperor's small belly, who loves to be suspicious. The Xie's Tiger Clan is good at being bullied, and with their strength, one day they will defeat the Heavenly Court and hold the power in their hands." .”

Xie Nan snorted and laughed: "Daydreaming."

"Hey, four brothers of the Tiger Clan have already died, but I don't know how many more descendants will die in the shackles of the destiny. Without divine power, but to do the work of the gods, even if there are nine lives, it is not enough for the descendants of the Tiger Clan to be like ants. They usually die one after the other." The storyteller sneered, "In my opinion, the Xie family should die as early as possible so that the bloodline can last forever."

Xie Nan rolled his eyes at him: "It's you who should be gone."

"Everything is not up to people to care about, everything is arranged by fate." The storyteller took a picture of Xingmu, the terrifying whites of his eyes turned back and forth, he said slowly, "If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter to explain."

The ghost came and went without a trace, and in the blink of an eye, the pavilion also disappeared.

Xie Nan let go of his clenched fist, and cursed in a low voice, "You bastard."

In an instant, the surrounding hellfires burned.

The three Xie family brothers, Iron Eater, Toshiro Jin and Niutou reunited in the flames.Their complexions are extremely bad, and they all look like they want to eat people.

Niutou's eyes were flushed with anger, and he kept yelling and cursing: "This damn hell fire spirit has been set on fire by someone recently, and he keeps yelling at me. Let the Dragon King come and extinguish it sooner or later, and see how he is still alive." Show off in front of me."

Xie Sheng still maintained his tiger body. At this moment, his hair stood up and his back was fluffed up, like an orange hedgehog. He was obviously annoyed: "Where is that nonsense scholar? Where did he go? Get out of here quickly." !"

Yuanshiren puffed his cheeks, pursed his lips, his brows were fierce, his arms turned into barbed vines, and he said angrily, "I really want to strangle him to death."

Xie Nan didn't say a word, he had whipped this hellfire spirit thousands of times in his heart.

The iron-eating beast stretched out its long nails and danced wildly at the air, while Xie Shishi squatted on the ground with a sleepy expression.

"The fire of hell belongs to fire." Niutou shuddered when he saw the vines flying all over the sky, "You belong to wood. Wood makes fire. If you fight against him, you won't have the upper hand. Be careful."

Tobishi Jin was not an irritable person at all, getting angry in this place that was a hundred times hotter than the human world was a thankless task for him.He quickly retracted the cane and stood in the middle of the ground, trying not to get close to the billowing magma on the river bank.

"I see a few wisps of divine aura on you, you must be a god of plants and trees." Niutou was taller and stronger than ordinary people. He looked down at this small boy, but he did not expect him to be a god.

"I'm just a little flower god." Tobishiren returned to his usual calm face, "Master Niutou don't care about me."

"Xie's friend is my friend, how can I not take care of you more." Niutou looked at Xie Sheng and Xie Nan, and nodded towards them, "I think the stories these three brothers heard must be related to the Xie family. I just don’t know what the flower god heard. No matter what he heard, the flower god doesn’t need to take it to heart. When the fire of hell is strong, this fire spirit will start to spy on people’s hearts and say some half-truths and nonsense to anger you .”

"It's more than annoying." Xie Shishi jumped up from the ground, "This is simply deceiving people too much! This fire spirit actually said that my eleventh sister is greedy for the god position, and even scolded my two elder brothers. Get lost in it!"

The pitiful black eyes of the iron-eating beast rarely showed a trace of cruelty. He rubbed his fists and said, "I don't know when this fire spirit will come out again. I will definitely beat him to the teeth."

As soon as the words fell, the sea of ​​fire and purgatory began to shake and sway.Xie Sheng grabbed Huashen's arm, for fear that he would lose his footing and fall.

The flaming magma jumped up and engulfed a raised stone bank.

"Hush—we can talk about these things after we go out." Niu Tou lowered his voice, "There is a small road over there, leading to the heart of lava. I vaguely feel that something is wrong with the heart of Huo Ling."

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