After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

Fan Wujiu let Xie Bian go only after filling up the overdrawn spirit energy and confirming that his spiritual quality was intact.

The red police whip wrapped around Fan Wujiu's ankle at some point, like a stable little snake.

Xie Bian turned his wrist and retracted the red whip.

"No need."

Before Xie Bian could thank you, Fan Wujiu stopped the conversation, Xie Bian lowered his head: "What about Lao Huang?"

Just now, in order to save someone, he did not have time to think about it before making a move, but in the end the person was not saved, and Lao Fan had to fill him with spiritual energy.

"Serial evil, there is another ring."

Huang Weiguo is not the last link of evil. In this story, besides the old Huang couple and the tragic death of Xiao Huang, there is also Huang Wei.

Since he is still in the evil realm, there is still a solution, Xie Bian temporarily calmed down and waited quietly for Fan Wujiu to open the gate of nothingness, so that he could go to the next ring to find Huang Weiguo.

The ghost hand that pulled Lao Huang away is in the sky, and the "door" is also in the sky.

Fan Wujiu took off the black scythe on his back, and slashed towards the sky with both hands.

The cloud where the ghost hand disappeared cracked a dark black line, and murderous aura blew out from the gap, as if a tiger scythe had split the sky.

"Give me your hand."

Hearing this, Xie Bian knew that he was going to take him into the "door", and stretched out his empty hand.

Fan Wujiu retracted his sickle, grabbed Xie Bian, and flew towards the gate of nothingness.

……

Behind the clouds is the boundless darkness, Fan Wujiu is used to this kind of unknown, but Xie Bian leaned towards him unconsciously.

After walking for a long time, Xie Bian remembered to take back the hand that was extended to Lao Fan.

There was another barely audible smile in the air, with a bit of belated helplessness.

Xie Bian remained silent, but scratched out of thin air with his hand, rubbed his fingertips against his palm, and the red marks that ooze blood disappeared.

Lao Fan was an unconstrained person. He often didn't even remember what the car he drove home the first day looked like, but he knew how to wipe off the scars secretly for him.

Even knowing that this place is just a place of evil and everything will return to normal after the evil comes out, Xie Bian's heart still trembled a little.

Darkness can amplify perception, but Xie Bian only heard his own heartbeat. Black impermanence is hidden in the darkness. If it is not intentional, no one will be able to detect it.

"Go with your gut."

Don't feel my presence, rely on your intuition.

Fan Wujiu spoke again.

intuition.

Xie Bian closed his eyes, it was obviously the same darkness, but it seemed to be really different.

He heard the sound other than the heartbeat, like the wind blowing leaves, blowing from the left ear to the right ear, from the left atrium to the right atrium.

Go right.

After stopping for a long time, Xie Bian turned around based on his own judgment.

The familiar knocking sound came, and Fan Wujiu walked not far ahead.

He was right.

After going back dozens of steps, finally there was light, Xie Bian followed Fan Wujiu, and left the gate of nothingness.

It was still summer, and there were countless cicadas chirping in the air, carrying the fragrance of wheat waves.

Xie Bian opened his eyes and found himself in a field.

The wheat has turned yellow, and it's time for a good harvest.

They were walking on the field ridge, Fan Wujiu walked in front without turning back, Xie Bian secretly let go of a section of the whip in his hand, and let it hang gently on the wheat waves, the whip rubbed against the wheat awnings, making a rustling sound, which was very pleasant .

The cicadas kept singing, white cabbage butterflies were chasing and flying across the field, Xie Bian lowered his head, and stepped on the footprints left by Fan Wujiu.

At the end of the road was a well and two old locust trees with crooked necks. Fan Wujiu didn't stop until he got to the edge of the well. When he turned his head suddenly, Xie Bian's small movements were all in his eyes.

Xie Bian wrapped up the whip embarrassingly, pretended nothing happened, and walked over.

The leaves of the big locust tree block the sun and leave a shade.

Xie Bian originally thought that Fan Wujiu had made a discovery when he stopped, but now he guessed that Lao Fan was just doing it to enjoy the cool.

Two people have their own thoughts and don't speak.

At this moment, a faint meow came from not far away.

Behind the big locust tree is a small earth temple, made of several red bricks, only half the height of a person, and there are clay sculptures of an old man with a white beard and an old lady with white hair. The couplet of "Tu Min Zun".

Farmers are most in awe of the earth, which gives them shelter and a good harvest.

The earth is also the most filthy place, and everything unbearable will be buried in the soil after death, and the secrets of ghosts are hidden three thousand miles underground.

So people deify the earth and compare it to a pair of old gods who are like parents.

In this sacred place on earth, there was a faint meow of a kitten in the temple.

Xie Bian squatted down and saw a little fur ball hiding behind the clay puppet that looked like an old man with a white beard.

It was a little white cat, completely white, without a single hair, like a ball of snow.

Little black, little yellow.

There are too many cats in this shari.

The little white cat's meow was soft, like a feather fell into the heart, Xie Bian stretched out his hand, wanting to hold it in his arms and rub it.

But Fan Wujiu patted him on the shoulder to remind him that someone was coming.

On the field ridge, a seven or eight-year-old child was running towards this side. Plastic sandals stepped through the loess, bringing up a small burst of dust and smoke.

The child couldn't see the two people who had disappeared, so he also squatted down and reached out to reach the ground like the little white cat behind him.

Perhaps the cat was picked up and the family didn't allow it to be kept, so it was secretly hidden here. Xie Bian looked at the child with his buttocks up and busy, and secretly speculated about his childlike innocence.

The meowing of the cat became more and more urgent, and the child finally took it out.

The child held the nape of its neck with one hand, and the little white cat calmed down and stopped flopping.

Then Xie Bian watched as the child stretched out his black hand, stroked the cat's back to smooth its fur.

The kitten obediently stuck out its tongue and licked the corner of its mouth.

Xie Bian was still immersed in the harmony between cats and humans, but the child's expression suddenly changed.

With a ferocious face, he lifted the cat over his head, and then slammed it hard onto the red bricks of the Earth Temple.

Everything happened so fast that Xie Bian didn't have time to react, the white ball was dyed with bright red, and he couldn't breathe.

Just like Xiao Huang in the yard, died suddenly and tragically.

Xie Bian felt a pain in his heart, and angrily wanted to go forward to teach him a lesson, but before he made a move, he remembered what Fan Wujiu had said, this is the spiritual state of the evil master, and he can't do anything.

Sure enough, when Xie Bian looked back, Lao Fan shook his head at him.

There was another noise of children, and a group of children ranging from fifteen to sixteen to seven or eight years old jumped out of the field.

The children turned around the big locust tree, shouting as they turned.

"Huang Wei killed the cat again!"

"Huang Wei was beaten by his classmates!"

"Huang Wei is pretending!"

……

Huang Wei is pretending.The child who was chased and beaten by his mother in the market also called it that way, and it turned out to be what he meant.

Huang Wei trampled the little yellow cat to death on purpose.

"I'm not, I didn't..." The young Huang Wei covered his head, trying to drive the voices coming from all directions out of his mind, but it was in vain.

The voice grew louder, and the running children shouted all over the field, declaring his evil deeds.

Huang Wei finally couldn't hold on any longer, and knelt down with his head in his arms, whimpering and crying.

"Don't...don't..."

What is he afraid of?