Back to before the villain destroyed the world [End Times]

Countdown: 5 minutes.

Lingshan Temple, Guanyin Temple.

Gunshots rang out.

The monster had already broken through the gates of the courtyard and the temple, and the wooden door carved with lotus flowers was as fragile as a piece of paper under the impact of the monster, and it shattered in one blow.

The armed police pulled the trigger, the gunfire spit out, and the rain of bullets spit out, hitting the monster that rushed in.

The powerful firepower net kept hitting the monster back. Roaring, mourning and gunshots were mixed together, and the copper-yellow bullet casings slammed down on the stone floor.

Behind the Guanyin statue, the survivors couldn't help covering their ears and screaming, and some panicked and rushed out of the crowd, pulling on the blocked windows, trying to escape.

"Come back!" A young monk hurriedly pulled him back, "It's more dangerous outside."

"Everywhere is death." The man cried and shouted angrily, "The Buddha will not protect me if I hide here, why don't you escape, let me go, let me go, I want to go home! If I die, I will die at home! "

The young monk didn't speak, but just hugged him tightly so that he wouldn't tear open the window that had been sealed with great difficulty.

There is no light in the hall, it is dark and dim, and the light and shadow are blurred to cut out the monk's young and handsome side face.

If the light is brighter, you will also find that this young monk has a pair of beautiful and pitiful eyes. The abbot master who picked him up said that he is a natural Buddha, so he named him Chan Xin, and the abbot's surname was Song. Song Chanxin.

"Let me go, let me go home, let me go home!" The man struggled frantically, shouting as if to vent his anger.

"Calm down." Professor Yu also helped, trying to comfort him, "It's not time for despair yet, I just called for help, and a special force is nearby, and they will come to rescue us."

When these words were said, hope rose in the eyes of the survivors, and they asked one after another: "Really?"

"Where are they?"

"The monsters have come in, why haven't they come yet?"

The excited and desperate crowd surrounded Professor Yu, so crowded that Professor Yu almost fell down. Song Chanxin hurriedly freed one hand to support the elderly professor.

Professor Yu glanced at him gratefully, and then responded to everyone's questions: "I'll be back right away, let's hold on!"

In the corner of the crowd, a bald middle-aged man was curled up, holding his arms tightly, his eyes were red, and his lips were trembling.

"I can't take it anymore..." he muttered to himself while swallowing, "I can't take it!"

After speaking, he jumped up suddenly, threw down a wounded young man next to him, opened his mouth and bit down.

Warm blood gushed out from the young man's body, and the fresh smell of blood made the monsters at the door even more excited. They abandoned the main door blocked by firepower, smashed through the wall, and rushed in. It threw down the nearest armed policeman .

There was a vacancy in the firepower network instantly, and more monsters squeezed in from the door, and the first to attack was the group of survivors gathered together.

The crowd was in chaos, screaming and splashing blood.

The influx of monsters was like a swarm of hungry locusts, eating all the food they saw.

The screams, the sound of limbs being torn apart, the sound of chewing, and the sporadic and gradually disappearing gunshots intertwined into a tragic symphony of hell.

Professor Yu's eyes widened in horror, and he was so frightened by the scene in front of him.

A monster spotted him, bared its fangs, and rushed over excitedly.

Professor Yu finally came back to his senses. He stared at the monster's ferocious face with his eyes wide open. He thought of his frail wife. She was severely frightened and was in a semi-conscious state at the moment, unable to protect herself.

He can't die yet, his wife is waiting for him, and the information needs to be taken out by him——

So when the monster rushed over, Professor Yu grabbed Song Chanxin beside him and pushed him over.

Song Chanxin was caught by the monster and bit his arm hard.

Professor Yu didn't dare to look back, he turned around and ran away, tripped by something, fell to the ground, didn't get up, just crawled and escaped at the monster's feet like that.

Maybe the monster didn't have time to pay attention to him, maybe the monster didn't look at the ground at all, and let him crawl all the way back to the lotus platform.

He had seen it just now, and the lotus platform was empty and could hide people.

"Old lady." Professor Yu shook his semi-conscious wife, and said with a white face, "Hide below, take my bag, there are important documents in the bag, you must hide well."

Madam Yu held on to her husband's clothes tightly, tears streaming down her face in an instant: "I'm sorry, I hurt you."

"What are you talking about?" Professor Yu showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "I'm sorry for you, I have to go one step ahead of you."

After speaking, he lifted the silk cloth on the lotus platform, and there was indeed a layer of space underneath, which could barely hide a person.

At the same moment, an aunt lifted the silk cloth of the lotus platform on the other side and pushed her granddaughter who was less than five years old inside.

The people on both sides bumped into their faces under the lotus platform, and they were all taken aback.

Madam Yu smiled: "Let the child hide."

Professor Yu looked at the immature face of the child, hesitated for a moment, finally nodded with red eyes, only stuffed the briefcase in, and then held his wife's hand tightly, waiting to die together.

The moment the silk cloth was put down, a monster rushed over, and the frail Madam Yu burst out with great force, pushing her husband away.

On the lotus platform on the other side, the aunt gritted her teeth and pushed her granddaughter in: "Be good, hide yourself, and don't make a sound."

The little girl stretched out her hand, trying to pull her grandmother, but she had no fingers, and her arms were crippled, only her wrists were bare.

"Grandma, I'm afraid..."

"Don't be afraid, grandma will watch over you outside." After speaking, the aunt put down the silk cloth and sat close to the lotus platform.

Next to her, the abbot of Lingshan Temple was sitting. The abbot stared blankly at the hellish scene in front of him, motionless.

On the other side, just half a meter in front of her and the abbot, was the suddenly mutated bald man, kneeling on the ground, crazily biting the young man's limbs.

As fresh flesh and blood were swallowed into his stomach, the man's body also rapidly swelled into the appearance of a monster.

It only took a minute or two for the monster to rush in, but most of the dozens of survivors in the room had already been knocked down.

The aunt held on to the abbot's cassock tremblingly: "Master, can you please protect my granddaughter..."

The abbot didn't move his head, only his lips moved slowly: "Where is your granddaughter?"

The aunt suddenly withdrew her hand, noticing the abnormality of the master.

The abbot finally turned his head stiffly, his eyes widened, and his facial features gradually deformed: "How old is she? Children's meat must be delicious."

Big Mom backed away in horror.

The abbot's neck stretched forward a little bit, elongated to a strange length, and he asked in a low voice, "Tell me, where is she?"

"Say, where is it!" the abbot yelled fiercely, grabbed the aunt's ankle, pulled her over, and opened his mouth to bite her.

"Ahhh!" The aunt screamed and kicked the abbot with all her strength, but the elderly abbot still held on to the aunt as if he didn't know the pain.

At this moment, a stick hit the abbot's face suddenly, knocking him on his back.

It was Song Chanxin who shot, his left arm was covered in blood, he was holding a long stick in his hand, his lips were tightly pressed, and his handsome face was stained with blood.

He stared straight at his most respected master, all the chaos and killings around him were ignored by him, as if there was only one old man in the world.

The respected abbot didn't respond to his gaze, but writhed on the ground like a bug, making crackling noises in his joints.

Song Chanxin looked at Master, another voice suddenly appeared in his ears.

That voice is ethereal and Buddha-like, like the whisper of a Bodhisattva.

"This is all beings, hypocrisy, greed, ugliness, and viciousness."

"Buddhas can't save them, because they themselves are hollow evil spirits with false skins."

"You grew up in the temple, you saw it from a young age, didn't you?"

Song Chan's heart was fixed in place, the blood on his cheeks slowly flowed down to the corner of his mouth, and then slipped into the gap between his tightly closed lips.

The sweet smell of blood gradually filled his mouth, and a strong desire for hunger grew.

"Eat them." The whisper coaxed in his ear, "All living beings who refuse to turn back should fall into the realm of hungry ghosts and suffer from karma."

Song Chanxin raised his eyelids, maybe he wanted to see something, but there was only a purgatory of slaughter in front of him.

The Guanyin Temple is full of blood and monsters, and the bones are everywhere. There are only a few survivors who are struggling to avoid the monsters.

But within a few breaths, the only survivors were thrown to the ground.

Professor Yu was also bitten off half of his shoulder. He watched his wife being torn in two. Frightened, he struggled to escape, but somehow fell at Song Chanxin's feet.

Song Chanxin looked down at him with an indifferent expression.

Professor Yu struggled to look up at Song Chanxin. After a moment of daze, he suddenly shouted: "Be careful!"

The old abbot unexpectedly completed a mutation, he turned into a half monster, threw himself on Song Chanxin's back, opened his mouth and bit Song Chanxin's neck.

Bright red blood flowed slowly along He Song Chanxin's fair side neck, dyeing his green shirt red.

Countdown: 2 minutes.

He Jinxiao led his teammates and ran all the way into Lingshan Temple. In addition to the large number of monsters gathered in the Guanyin Temple, there were also some scattered monsters scattered around the temple.

Gunshots rang out one after another, and the special forces strangled all the way with hot weapons and rushed to the Guanyin Hall.

Jian Xing and Lu Zhenghan were left outside the temple because Jian Xing suddenly had a fever.

He leaned against the wall of the temple courtyard and sat on the ground, enduring the dizziness caused by the high fever.This feels like awakening fever, but it shouldn't be. Jian Xing's awakening time is relatively late. According to the original timeline, it should be a month later.

Lu Zhenghan was beside him, listening to the gunshots, expanding his consciousness, and when he swept across the Guanyin Hall, he was suddenly taken aback, and immediately turned his head, looking at the Guanyin Hall in the center of the temple across the large halls and tall trees.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he seems to...see the same kind.

At this moment, Guanyin Hall.

In the huge hall, there are scarlet blood and stumps everywhere, not only from humans, but also from monsters.

Those flesh-red monster limbs were torn into pieces by something, and they were thrown on the gray-white slate like garbage.

Avalokitesvara lowered her brows and narrowed her eyes, overlooking the blood-colored purgatory in the temple, a bright blood splashed on her benevolent face.

The night wind blew in through the open hall door, circled around the blood-stained Guanyin Hall, and gushed out with the air current.

The thick and suffocating smell of blood came out along the wind, spreading silently in the dark night.

Song Chanxin stood silently under Avalokitesvara, his blue monk robe was stained black and red by blood.Viscous blood trickled down the edge of the robe and onto the stone slab.

In the entire hall, a thin layer of thick blood had accumulated.

Song Chanxin slowly raised his head, looking at Guanyin's benevolent smiling face, his back suddenly moved, a bulge appeared, as if something in his body was struggling to break out of its shell.

Suddenly, a soft rustling sound broke the dead silence in the hall.

The little girl hiding under the lotus platform slowly crawled out.

Her mutilated arm wiped the blood all over the floor, and the princess dress was dragged on the ground, soaked by the blood.

She climbed out of the lotus platform, then knelt in the bloody water in a daze.

"Grandma..." The little girl looked at the piece of stumped limbs with a dazed expression, "Where are you?"

Song Chanxin slowly turned his head and looked at the confused little girl.

The little girl also looked at him.

In her ignorant and clean eyes, she saw the pain in that brother's body that bound him tightly.

The little girl slowly propped up her body and walked towards Song Chanxin.

She didn't know how to comfort this brother, so she hugged the bloody man just like what her parents often did to her.

Song Chanxin looked down at the girl's small head, and the swelling bump on her back seemed to subside.

He slowly raised his hand and stroked the little girl's soft hair.

The little girl raised her hand, looked at Song Chanxin, and said softly: "Brother, don't be sad, my mother said, when the sun rises, all the sorrows will melt in the sun, and then everything will be fine. "

Song Chanxin looked at her quietly.

The little girl found that the brother was still in pain, so she raised her crippled hands: "Look at me, I was born without hands, but my mother said it was just a magic trick of fate, when I grow up, I will get my own." Wings, they will become my hands..."

Song Chanxin finally smiled, his expression was exactly the same as that of Avalokitesvara, compassionate and kind.

He said, "Really?"

The little girl nodded.

Song Chanxin's hands followed the little girl's hair and touched the back of her neck. At the same moment, his back that had calmed down suddenly split open, and two pairs of newborn hands pierced through the flesh and blood on his back. Stretched out.

Click—a thin soft sound.

Song Chanxin pinched the little girl's slender neck, then looked at her dazed face that had lost all vitality, and said softly, "Your mother lied to you."

He embraced the limp body of the little girl, and looked at the smiling Guanyin again.

"Humans don't have wings."

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I will join v tomorrow, and tomorrow will be around 3 words. The update time will be at [-] o'clock at night, which will be a bit late. I hope everyone will continue to support (づ￣[-]￣)づ