spoiled wife addicted

Clouds emerged, covering most of the originally bright and clear moonlight, and the dense night seemed to hide everything in darkness.

On the altar made of white jade, four golden pillars stood impressively in the east, west, north, south, four directions. On each golden pillar, two golden dragons intertwined with each other, and the eight golden dragon heads all faced the middle of the altar. The whole altar was simple and majestic.

At the moment, in the center of the altar, the bonfire was raging, and people in black robes with red masks were dancing. While dancing, they were chanting some incomprehensible spells.Dozens of stout men came over carrying huge iron buckets, which were filled with pieces of red-burning coals. They poured the coals on the ground and slowly paved a road of coals more than three feet long. In an instant, sparks splashed and white smoke billowed.

"Jun Mojin, son of flowers, do you really not regret it?" The old man looked at the young man who he had watched grow up with grief in his voice. He is the son of Hua who was born with love on his back. In five years, when he performs the ceremony of the weak crown, he will live in Tianyue Palace, guard the safety of the Muyue clan, and enjoy the worship of all clansmen, but now he is a The man outside wants to leave the Muyue clan, has he forgotten what the Muyue people represent in the eyes of the world?They are what the world calls Moon Demons, and they are existences that cannot be tolerated in the world.

Jun Mojin calmly glanced at the charcoal on the ground, and replied lightly: "I don't regret it, I chose this path myself. Even if I get betrayed and abandoned in the future, I, Jun Mojin, will never regret it." Stepping on the hot and red coals, his round and white feet were instantly burned red, and a piercing pain came from the bottom of his feet, but as if he didn't feel it, he resolutely stepped on the other foot.

In an instant, the huge sacrificial altar fell into a strange dead silence, only a clear and clean singing sounded.

The red windmill is filled with houses, when the spring breeze comes, it will turn when it blows, and the father calls the baby to go home quickly;

Love tea flowers, planted all over the mountain, the autumn wind comes, blowing everywhere, and the dolls are picked and presented to daddy.

Jun Mojin smiled slightly and sang softly, big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his hands hanging on both sides were clenched into fists, and he let his fingertips dig into the flesh and overflowed with blood, dripping on the On the coals, there was a buzzing sound.

"Red windmills, planted all over the house, when the spring breeze comes, it turns when it blows, dad calls the baby to go home quickly..." The trembling voice was just like his trembling body.

As he walked step by step, the pain made his body more and more numb, and his consciousness became more and more blurred, but that person was still waiting for him, how could he just fall down?

"Love, Love Tuhua..."

"Love tea flowers, planted all over the mountain, the autumn wind comes, blows all over the place, the baby is picked and given to Dad." The voice of the sound of nature came, the clouds that blocked the moonlight dispersed, and the cold moonlight poured down again, shining on the person who came, just like that. Like a fairy in the moonlight.

No!He is more beautiful than a fairy, but his heart is more poisonous than a poisonous scorpion. He is holding two bloody heads in his hands. It is Liunan and Liubei who guard the entrance of Muyue. With his arrival, the original dead scene suddenly panicked. There were unbelievable questioning and abuse, and there were fierce resistance with drawn weapons.

For hundreds of years, the Muyue Clan has been isolated from the outside world, but outsiders without the leadership of their own people, it is impossible to find the residence of the Muyue Clan. Surround them and kill them.

"Brother Jun, Huarong is being polite here. Brother Murong said he wanted to come and see you, and you also know that Huarong has always been ignorant of Brother Murong, so Huarong took him... oh no, he brought them in, hehe, You probably don't know that Brother Murong is the grandson of the Great General of Northern Xinjiang, so Huarong wants to take advantage of the ceremony tonight, and everyone will gather here, once and for all." Huarong blinked innocently at those beautiful big eyes. Eyes, lightly tossed the head in his hand, it just landed at Jun Mojin's feet, his hair was burnt by the charcoal, emitting an unpleasant smell of burnt.

Jun Mojin stopped subconsciously, looked at the head of the person at his feet with slack eyes, the black pupils were dim, and there was no focus, so that he didn't hear a word Huarong said.

300 years ago, Muyue came out with a demon named Bailimei. It was the son of Hua, Chang Wuyue, who activated the forbidden technique with blood and killed him. Chang Wuyue, a legendary figure of Muyue, died in that battle, and now he appears again. Although Huarong is not as powerful as Bailimei, her vicious methods are comparable.The old man threw the scepter heavily on the ground, and shouted: "Huarong, you bastard who betrayed and killed the people, you will die! And Brother An, you are helping the tyrant and colluding with outsiders to destroy Muyue, your father and father will come down... "

Huarong raised her eyebrows and said, "Shut up! You old man, as long as I'm with brother Murong, I'm willing to do whatever it takes, and the national teacher will come forward to officiate the wedding for me and brother Murong, hahaha, from now on In the future, I will no longer be hunted down because I am a Muyue people, and I will be respected by the world." While speaking, he had already accepted the nine-bone whip from Anda, swung it out, and wrapped it around the old man's neck , flick hard.

"Ah..." The old man bumped into the stone pillar and fell to the ground, with blood spurting out of his mouth. He knew that he would die today, and he couldn't help sighing in his heart, heaven, heaven, how could Muyue really want to be destroyed? After passing the altar, he finally stopped on the white shadow, and hissed with all his strength: "Mo Jin, run, you must live!"

Huarong's figure flickered, and the next moment he was standing in front of the old man, the nine-bone whip in his hand fell quickly, and his beautiful face became distorted and hideous: "I told you to shut up! Shut up! Shut up!! After so many years , you only have Jun Mojin in your eyes, and you firmly believe that he can protect you, but it's a pity that he has been emotional for five years outside, and he doesn't want you anymore. Today, I will kill you all under his nose, so that you can understand what you mean What a ridiculous existence God is." The whip has barbs, and the flesh is attached to the belt, but in the blink of an eye, the old man is bloody and bloody. pumped to death.

There were endless screams and wailing, and a strong smell of blood filled the air, which was the smell of death.

Blood was continuously splashed on Jun Mojin's face, and his vague and numb consciousness finally gradually returned. He looked at the old man who died beside the stone pillar, at the fallen clansman, at the smug and sinister face, at the The people around Huarong looked forward again, but they couldn't find that familiar figure. He suddenly smiled, bent down and picked up the head at his feet, hugged it in his arms, and continued walking to finish the remaining charcoal. road.

Murong Su, you dare not come, do you dare not face me?Heh, all life, all oaths, are all lies. I refuse to take you back to Muyue, so you choose Huarong, is that right?is that so!

It is so, it is so.

He started laughing very softly, then louder and louder. He laughed at his own stupidity, at his innocence, at Murong Su's betrayal, at Huarong's viciousness. Slowly, the more he laughed, the crazier he became. Forget the pain under your feet, only hate, boundless and endless hate.

After taking the last step, his eyes were burning with raging anger, but instead of rushing towards Huarong, he flew away from the altar and headed straight for the Chongyue Hall.

Inside the Chongyue Palace, he was running fast, his feet were burnt to a bloody mess, he lost consciousness, blood flowed from his feet, staining the place he passed, he didn't see it until he raised his hand somewhere on the wall After pressing it, he breathed a sigh of relief.For tonight's ceremony, Xiao Qi and the others had always disagreed, but he was obsessed with putting them all in a dark room, and let Uncle Liu watch over them. Unexpectedly, by mistake, they escaped unharmed.

"Hehe, Jun Mojin, even if you send those people away through the secret passage, do you really think that their lives are safe? The national teacher said that you are evil monsters who will cause trouble to the world, and you must all die, but you, Muyue's sinner, I will witness how the clansman you have been guarding died, and they all died because of you." The ones who spoke were Huarong and Anjia brothers who were chasing after with whips.

"A monster that is a disaster for the world? It's ridiculous, aren't you from Muyue?" Jun Mojin sneered disdainfully, and attacked with his palms. He is a sinner, so he won't escape, let alone have the right to escape. He will accompany you. Die with the rest of the tribe.

It is his limit to insist on finishing the fire, and now he is naturally no match for Huarong and the others. Knowing that Hua Rongduan would not let him go so easily.

Sure enough, Huarong put away his whip, pulled out a gleaming dagger from the side of his boots, and handed it to An Er.

An Er hesitated for a moment, took the dagger, and walked to Jun Mojin with red eyes, his voice trembling slightly: "Jun Mo...you go to die...go to die..." After speaking, at Jun Mojin's ankle and wrist, With a strong slash, he broke his tendons and hamstrings, and then the dagger moved to his back. An Er closed his eyes like crazy, and slashed at his back again and again, and the ragged clothes were bright red. , there is no more intact skin, no more beautiful and charming love flowers.

Huarong leaned on An Da's body like a boneless one, with sarcasm and resentment in his eyes: "Jun Mojin, our father is predicted to give birth to a child of flowers, but your father used despicable means to make you three years older than me." When I came to this world, fortunately, God has eyes and knew your father's despicableness, so he let him die in a blood collapse, and you even stole everything that belonged to me from childhood to adulthood, but this time you lost, completely lost end."

Jun Mojin stubbornly raised his head and stared at Huarong. Every time the knife fell, he was in agony and was about to pass out, but he bit the tip of his tongue hard enough to fill his mouth with blood and stimulate him with pain. He had to bear all this soberly. , He must remember these pains, remember these people, and never let them go when they become ghosts after death.

Huarong frowned: "There is still this face, Su said that he is very tired of this face, let's destroy it together..."

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When the people on the ground were beyond recognition and dying, Huarong smiled with satisfaction: "Let's go, it's time for him to see other people." After receiving the order, An Da pulled Jun Mojin's hair like dragging a corpse Drag him out of the Crescent Moon Palace.

On the altar, drum stands have been set up in the southeast, northwest and four directions. Several young and handsome Muyue people were overwhelmed by the soldiers, venting their desires in turn. After the desires were vented, their white and tender bodies were peeled off alive. , sewn together to make a human skin drum.

Seeing this scene, Jun Mojin grieved and despaired, the hatred in his heart churned, but he was helpless. He stared at Huarong coldly with a pair of black pupils like poisonous snakes: "Huarong! Murong Su! I, Jun Mojin, mistrusted you in this life, After I die, I will definitely be a ghost to make you pay with blood."

Huarong shook her head slightly: "He was still yelling when he was about to die. Lingyao went to feed him a few pieces of charcoal. I don't want to hear his voice again." Holding a grudge, seeing him end up like this, she was naturally very happy in her heart, but she was somewhat timid to ask her to do this kind of thing: "Young man, I can do it...but you promise to promise me, you must do it." do it."

Huarong lifted Lingyao's jaw with her finger, rubbed it lightly and said with a smile: "That's natural, good boy, go quickly."

Lingyao picked up a piece of charcoal, walked slowly to Jun Mojin and squatted down, looked at the bloody face, took a deep breath, grabbed his jaw, and forced the fiery red charcoal into it.

"Ah!" The burning coals entered the throat, and the feeling it brought was absolutely indescribable.

Lingyao was startled by this heart-piercing scream, and quickly hid behind Leng Xing, her lips trembling, "Leng Xing, I, I..."

Leng Xing, who had been standing still with his sword in his arms, patted the back of her hand to comfort her, then looked over, and when he saw Jun Mojin on the ground, a trace of unbearable expression on his expressionless face was fleeting, and then he looked at Huarong: "Young Master Hua, don't miss the teacher's instructions." Huarong snorted coldly. He and Murong Su were about to get married soon, but the people around Murong Su secretly looked down upon him because he was from Muyue, and they all said goodbye to him. Calling him a son, he has no intention of changing his words at all, which makes him feel annoyed.

And here Jun Mojin finally couldn't stand the coma, and when he woke up after hanging on for a breath, he found himself in a closed space, or it wasn't a closed space, because he was sealed in a big human skin drum , he looked outside through the drum head, it was Huarong who was holding a drumstick made of human bones, and began to beat the drum rhythmically.

Every time Huarong knocked, he felt deafening, and involuntarily wanted to stretch out his hands to cover his ears, but belatedly remembered that the tendons in his hands had been severed, and now he couldn't lift them up at all, so he could only let the viscous liquid flow from his ears. Flow out slowly.

Perhaps tired, Huarong dropped the drumsticks and led the crowd away. After a while, the mountain caught fire, and there were all over the mountains and plains planted with love tea flowers. When the flowers bloom in autumn, the air is filled with a faint fragrance. Clusters of flowers are dotted among the green mountains and blue sky, which is so beautiful.

Jun Mojin bangs his head on the drum in a daze, unable to see any expression, because his face is gone; he has nothing but hatred in his heart, because his heart is dead; he can no longer feel pain, because his The skin of the whole body was corroded.

Half an hour later, in the red light all over the sky, a tightly wrapped man in black robe came with four tall men. Jun Mojin stopped his movements and looked at them coldly.

The man in black asked the four of them to stand in front of the drum stand in the four directions, and then the four men committed suicide at the same time, but the man in black stood there chanting strange spells, cut his arm and let the blood splash on the altar, and the sky was full of blood. Suddenly it became dark, and the whole altar began to shake violently. The whole process was like a ceremony. It could be seen that the man in black was very happy. After a burst of laughter, he flew away.

The surroundings became quiet again, and Jun Mojin continued to bang his head on the drum. This formation seemed to be a forbidden technique to imprison the soul, and it had to be opened with blood, binding his own life to these tens of thousands of souls. As long as the caster did not die, these souls would Eternal life is imprisoned by the caster forever, and cannot be reincarnated or reincarnated. On the contrary, if these innocent souls are unsealed by the caster, they will also die.

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Time passed slowly, and in the second year, Huarong came with a man wearing a white gauze hat. I don't know what the two said, Huarong left with a face full of displeasure, and the man took off the hat and faced back Shan, standing with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, his hair fluttering, and his figure can only be vaguely seen through the drum surface, as straight as a bamboo and a pine.

After the man left, Jun Mojin began to scrape the drum surface with his nails, scraping a little bit every day, scraping a little bit, eating a little bit.He lived every day repeatedly like this, until six years passed, and he burst out of the drum. In the past six years, the intense and unquenchable hatred burned his body, devoured his soul, and supported him to survive.

Now that he is alive, his whole body is rotten. He doesn't know whether he is hot or cold, or dirty. He has become a half-human, half-ghost existence, or in other words, he is just a dead person who has been dead for many years but has not yet been buried.

Moving the rotting body, black blood flowed all over the ground, he is no longer Jun Mojin, he is a ghost, and his name is Ghost Killer.