The devil is me

It seemed to be the voices of two teenagers!

Two white figures flashed through the woods, followed by a swiftly passing black figure.

"Go and see!" Xi Buwen pointed Jiang Shan on Wu Nian's back, and he almost shouted, Wu Nian glared at him angrily, raised his legs and chased him, when the two arrived, the two teenagers were gone Forced to stand on the edge of a cliff, one fell and lay on the ground trembling so badly that he wet his pants, while the other crouched on the ground and closed his eyes tightly. It was the boy who pasted paper lanterns in the hut just now.

To be precise, it was the terrifying corpse of the boy.

Half of it was scorched black by the flames, half of it was scorched with sticky blood bubbles, and the facial features were almost invisible, like a melting and flowing candle, he just screamed in despair and forced himself towards the cliff.

Xi Buwen immediately threw out a yellow talisman, and the walking corpse instantly stopped its aura and stood still.

Those two teenagers stared into a pair of round eyes, and they were shocked. They looked like they were only eleven or twelve years old, and they seemed to be from a village at the foot of the mountain. But at this time they were wearing white clothes, and the sleeves and hem of the clothes were long The ground seemed to be wrapped in a white bed curtain.

Wu Nian put Xi Buwen down to lean against the tree, and went to help the two boys.

Xi Buwen crossed his arms and asked, "What the hell are you two wearing? You don't stay at home in the middle of the night and sleep honestly. What are you doing here on this graveyard?"

The two children were trembling, and looked frustrated and timid.

Xi Buwen licked his teeth, raised the corners of his lips and gave a malicious smile: "Don't tell me? If you don't tell me, I'll let this walking corpse go and ask him to ask you two?"

Wu Nian was about to blame Xi Buwen for not being serious, when the two boys fell to their knees with a plop.

"Please help the two immortals, we are just playing around."

"What's there to do in the graveyard in the middle of the night?" Xi Buwen cast a sideways glance at the two of them, throwing his sword.

The two teenagers looked at each other cautiously with tears mixed with sweat on their faces, and the older one spoke first: "Let's go up the mountain to find Haidong to play..." He pointed to the walking corpse: "That is Haidong."

Wu Nian's mind was spinning very fast, the young man just said something, he guessed the ending, he couldn't help being furious: "You deliberately went up the mountain to scare him?!"

The two teenagers did not speak.

Xi Buwen didn't urge him, he just jumped over and played with the yellow talisman on the forehead of the walking corpse, once, twice, three times, and four times, the yellow talisman rose and fell suddenly, only a little bit of the pointed tip stuck to the forehead It seems that it will fall out at any time.

The younger one couldn't stand it anymore, and muttered: "Who would have thought that he would be so unintimidated."

Even the older ones couldn't hide it, so they had to confess everything.

It turned out that this young man named Haidong was an orphan in Qinting Village. He had no father or mother. The village chief asked him to look at the grave on the mountain because he was pitiful, and gave him a bite of food every day.

He is malnourished, weak and thin, his face is often pale, and he lives on the graveyard all year round. People in the village are somewhat taboo, and children are not allowed to play with him.The children naturally know how to read the faces of adults, and know that Haidong is nobody's business, so they go up the mountain to find him when they have nothing to play. At first, they ask him to pick up sepak takraw balls, and then someone kicks him in the face. He didn't complain of pain, his face was bruised and purple, and sometimes he was punctured by vine thorns, but he still happily played with everyone.

Knowing that he had nowhere to complain, everyone made more trouble.Later, everyone realized that he was not angry at all, so they began to push him into the water by the river. He didn't know how to swim, and he coughed blood all over his face in the water.

Wu Nian was so angry that blue veins appeared on his forehead, he asked anxiously, "And then?"

"Then the swallow at the east end of the village ran over and pulled him up."

"swallow?"

"It's the daughter of Tiejiang Lin's family." The young boy explained, "This incident made Haidong very angry. He is really afraid of water. We went to find him later, and he beat someone when he got angry."

"He was very ruthless when he beat people, and I don't know where he got his strength so thin. But the matter of beating people is not a matter of reckoning. The person who was beaten was the nephew of the village chief, and the village chief did not He was facing him. Later, it was Yanzi who saved him with all his strength."

"Swallow has a very good relationship with him. Anyway, later on, he stopped coming out to play with us. He was pasting paper lanterns every day."

"But you are not reconciled, you still want to bully him, right?" Xi Buwen asked.

The two teenagers lowered their heads: "Tonight we heard that you are going to go up the mountain. We guess there must be something wrong with the mountain. You are here to catch ghosts, so we dressed up and went up the mountain secretly to pretend to be a ghost to scare Haidong."

"I didn't expect... I didn't expect that he was concentrating on pasting paper lanterns at that time. When we scared him, his eyes widened and he fell straight off the chair."

"... I touched him again, and found that he was out of breath..." The older boy kowtowed loudly, "Xianjun, please forgive me, we really didn't mean to kill him."

"You don't have to kowtow to us, but you should kowtow to him." Wu Nian's tone was cold, he really never thought that two young men who were Zhou Zheng would do such a stupid and vicious thing.

These two teenagers really crawled to Haidong's feet covered in mud, and were about to knock their heads down when suddenly Haidong moved!

He seemed to be trying to get rid of the suppression of the spell. His coke-like arm stretched out stiffly, as if trying to grab the collar of the boy on the ground. The boy jumped a few meters away in fright, crying ghostly and howling: Help!"

Xi Buwen frowned, drew out his sword and said, "Be on guard."

In an instant, Huang Fufei was about to go out, and it shattered into pieces like snowflakes. The black energy of the walking corpse was overwhelming, and it was obvious that it was about to go berserk.

"He still has a sliver of spiritual awareness, and his resentment is too great to contain it." Wu Nian threw out the Buddhist pestle.

"If I were him, I would also have to make the murderer pay for his life, and the injustice go to hell!" Xi Buwen called his sword to kill him, his eyes were full of hatred, extremely cruel, Wu Nian had never seen it before.

"Run!" Xi Buwen yelled at the two teenagers who were still in a daze not far away, with concerned words on his lips, but the look of disgust was hard to hide on his face, "Are you still running?!"

The two teenagers came back to their senses and staggered, stumbling, and ran down the mountain. The bloody smell from their broken knees made the walking corpse completely out of control.

That sword is a magic weapon, and it has a tacit understanding with its master. The fringe of the sword tail is left in the wind, leaving only an afterimage, and the naked eye can only catch a piece of sword brilliance, Wu Nian has never seen it before. Xi didn't ask about his true strength, but now he believed the rumors that his birth was full of sunshine and his childhood was extraordinary.

This sword flower is very old-fashioned, the sword is swaying, and the spirit is surging. Even if one leg is injured, the movement is just right, but the movement is not controlled smoothly, but it is not defeated in the slightest.

Wu Nian cast another swastika array to cooperate with him, unexpectedly, the walking corpse was only trapped for a moment, Wu Nian was careless for a moment, seeing that he was about to be scratched by the walking corpse's sharp fingertips, Xi Buwen raised his shoulders He took this abruptly.

All of a sudden, the skin was torn apart, flesh and blood flew everywhere, the black fingertips pierced extremely deeply, and when pulled out, the tendons and flesh were sticky, causing Xi Buwen to bite his tongue in pain and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Xi Buwen stepped back a few steps, barely being supported by Wu Nian.Wu Nian's eyes were blood red, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, he managed to tap two big acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, his fingertips were all smeared with blood, Xi Buwen bled a lot, he was afraid that he would die.

It's strange to think about this world. The evildoers retreated completely, but the people who came to suffer the karma were actually two innocent people who didn't understand anything. It seemed that it was the first time he couldn't explain this matter with Buddhist principles.

He couldn't help trembling, because he felt Xi Buwen's blood seeping through his own clothes, spreading all the way to wet his clothes.

At this moment, a young girl's voice floated far away through the night, which smelled of scorched earth and blood.

At first it was not very clear, but then the voice became louder and louder, and she shouted hoarsely: "Haidong!"

"Haidong!! Stop hitting!!"

The female voice was choked with sobs and steam, as if the tears had flowed to this place before the person arrived.

The walking corpse suddenly stopped. He turned around and looked in the direction of the sound. Although his face was already blurred, judging from his slightly forward leaning figure, he looked very earnestly and innocently.

It's like a child waiting for his playmate, or a teenager waiting for the girl he has a crush on.