After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

"Huang Wei."

In panic, Huang Wei heard his own name: "Who, who is calling me?"

The voice was old and thick, as if it had no origin, but it was everywhere.

It's like a divine word.

"it's me……"

Huang Wei looked around and finally found the source of the voice - the old man with white beard in the ruined temple was talking to him.

Xie Bian glanced at Fan Wujiu, Mr. Wuchang slightly turned his head away, not intending to admit it.

"The raccoon slave is innocent, why did he kill indiscriminately?"

Fan Wujiu seeks the truth through the mouth of the clay idol.

Huang Wei shook his head frantically: "I'm not...I didn't..."

"But you did."

The evil master will subconsciously choose to escape, and Fan Wujiu is trying to make him face everything squarely.

"You don't know, none of you know... What did I do wrong, why do they bully me?"

Huang Wei shrank to the side of the Earth Temple, leaning against the red bricks, trembling.

The surrounding fields swayed, the running and jumping children disappeared, and a middle-aged man with a dark hunched waist came from a distance.

He held a six or seven-year-old child in his hand, and the child jumped up and down, looking very happy.

"Father, how is the school in the city?"

The child asked with blinking eyes, and the middle-aged man replied with a smile: "It's all right, otherwise, what would Daddy send you to do?"

The child nodded, and the middle-aged man led him to the school gate, then waved and bent to leave.

Little Huang Wei is out of tune with the people around him.

There are no patches on other people's clothes.

Other people's schoolbags are not made of cloth.

"Gentamycin Injection" was not written on other people's pencil cases either.

"My mother won't let me play with you, you are dirty!"

The children in the class laughed and ran away, leaving little Huang Wei muttering to himself.

"My mother said, I want to take the initiative to find someone else to play with..."

Little Huang Wei wiped away his tears, and ran to hide in a place where no one was around, but he avoided some people, while others approached him.

"Kid, do you have any money?"

The gangsters who were much taller than him squatted down and surrounded little Huang Wei. Huang Wei trembled and shook his head helplessly, all he got was punches and kicks.

"If you have no money, go away!"

The little gangster cursed and walked away, Huang Wei got up from the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and ran home stumbled.

Huang Wei fell on Huang Weiguo's arm and begged: "Father, I don't want to go to school in the city anymore!"

Ding Caiyun came out from the kitchen and spanked him.

"I've paid all the money, and if I don't want to go, I won't go. Who are you more expensive than?"

Huang Wei was wronged, and was beaten by his mother again, so he ran out of the house, wandered around the fields, and found this small ruined temple.

One Huang Wei curled up next to the ruined temple, and another Huang Wei ran from the ground.

"Meow~"

Next to the ruined temple is a little white cat, just learning to walk, exploring the world curiously, and stumbles close to the crying child.

Little Huang Wei who ran over was upset and kicked the cat away.

The little white cat hit the corner of a brick and died.

Seeing all this, Huang Wei suddenly stopped crying. He walked over and picked up the red-stained snow dumpling by the tail of the kitten. The blood dripped on the yellow ground, and dripped on Huang Wei's heart that was gradually becoming abnormal.

Huang Wei put the cat back, raised his leg and kicked it twice, like his classmates disliked him, like a gangster bullying him.

The psychology of the abuser is distorted. When Huang Wei is bullied by someone stronger than him, he bullies the weaker life.

There are as many as 23 cats who have no resistance at all, including Xiao Huang, who have died tragically under his hands these years.

The memories dissipated, and there were 23 children reappearing around the big pagoda tree.

"I didn't do anything wrong, why did they treat me like that? It must be because I have no money, that's why they despise me... These cats, I just, to resolve... Yes, I just to resolve, others don't understand me at all pain of!"

The curled up little Huang Wei grew up in an instant, into the age he should be now, in his 30s, well-dressed and dignified.

Huang Wei went crazy and kicked the little dilapidated temple left and right, tearing it down completely.

The white-bearded old man stood up in the ruins: "Then is there something wrong with them?"

His crutch pointed around, and the running and jumping child turned into the cat that Huang Wei had tortured and killed over the years. The cat spirit was huge, as if it wanted to get rid of its weakness when it was alive.

Xiao Bai with a bloody head, Xiao Hua with severed limbs... and Xiao Huang with a gut-piercing stomach.

The dead cat spirits stared at Huang Wei with green eyes one by one, and made a "woo-woo" sound from their mouths, as if they would rush up and tear him to pieces at any moment.

Are they wrong, is it wrong for the weak, is there a reason for the strong to bully the weak?

Xie Bian also wanted to say something, but he saw Fan Wujiu pointing at the ruins—only Granny Land remained.

Xie Bian held back what he wanted to say, and swallowed it back.

Huang Wei's psychology has been distorted, he can't listen to anything, he just repeats mechanically: "I am not wrong, I am not wrong."

Who was wrong then?

The cat spirits in Siye are ready to move, the evil wind blows everywhere, and the leaves are blown all over the ground.

Crazy, Huang Wei is already crazy.

Fan Wujiu withdrew his palm, and the white-bearded old man who stood up fell back into the ruins.

Black Impermanence appeared and stood among the cat spirits.

Xie Bian reluctantly followed, he didn't want to save Huang Wei, but Fan Wujiu said that the evil master can't die.

If the cat spirit is allowed to tear Huang Wei apart, the consequences will be disastrous.

The little white cat spirit that was closest, with blood on its head, was limping on one foot, and slowly approached the big locust tree.

Xie Bian put his hand on the whip for a long time, but he hesitated and still did not lift it up.

"You shoot, they can go out."

Huang Wei is not the only one trapped here.

The police whip finally appeared, and the red whip wrapped around the little white cat's neck, hanged it, and killed it without leaving any painful whimpers.

The little white cat's body shattered into stars and dissipated slowly, leaving only a little green light.

Perhaps Fan Wu's spiritual power was too strong, and Xie Bian did not have the heart-piercing pain this time.

Xie Bian hesitated to make a move, and Lord Wuchang had already yielded five cat spirits.

The tiger scythe shredded the cat spirit, and the shimmering green fragments floated in the air, like the sparks that Xie Bian had seen before.

Fan Wujiu swung the tiger scythe and turned around, Xie Bian didn't see his face hidden under the black robe until then.

The fireworks in the world made Mr. Wuchang's cheeks stained with wind and frost, but Xie Bian saw the eyebrows and eyes of the former boy through the world of mortals.

……

When Fan Wujiu fought in Wuwang City for the first time, Xie Bi'an also followed.

It was a very old ghost, besides the stench, there were also serious illnesses on his body.

He rushed out of the corner beyond his control, and was about to hit Mr. Wuchang's scythe, but was thrown aside by Xie Bi'an.

The old ghost said that he had had enough of the endless suffering in Wuwang City, and wanted to ask Fan Wu to rescue him.

The young man thought for a long time, closed his eyes, and waved the heavy tiger sickle in his hand for the first time.

The sickle fell, the soul flew away, the green will-o'-the-wisp flashed, and the sickness and stench disappeared.

……

Xie Bian saw it, Fan Wujiu at that time, and Fan Wujiu now, both closed their eyes.

Hei Wuchang, who is decisive and decisive, also has closed eyes and compassionate eyebrows.

When Xie Bian was in a trance, Fan Wujiu had almost dealt with the cat spirits around him.

The one who stayed in front of Xie Bian was Xiao Huang.

The little yellow intestine was rotten, and the flesh and blood hung down, shaking its chubby head and running towards Xie Bian, just like when it was chasing a big rooster, like when it was dodging a tricycle in a hurry.

Xie Bian also learned to close his eyes, and raised his hand to wave the whip, but he heard Fan Wujiu calling him from behind.

"Fool, is there a black cat in Huang Wei's memory just now?"

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The head portrait of today's column is An Anzai with long hair~