Contract Spirit Beast Cultivation Manual

Bai Yuehui rubbed his temples, squinting at the scattered corpses lying on the ground.The smell of fresh blood filled the entire small and simple house, with a hint of corpse warmth.

He raised his palm suddenly, and the gravel in his hand knocked open the tightly closed window casement. The cool night breeze pushed away the stench of the room through the window lattice.

He almost forgot that he could kill.These hands have clenched fists, held swords, and are stained with blood.He can be annoyed, angry, selfish and petty, and even vengeful.

Forget the good and the bad.

Feeling the blood flow through his hands, unexpectedly also has a bit of addictive pleasure, looking at the shattered corpses on the ground, unexpectedly also has an irrepressible sense of excitement.It is a thrill of satisfying the instinct of plunder and destruction engraved in the depths of the soul, which makes people sink.

The few people shivering at the corner of the wall trembled like chaff, as if all their strength had been taken away, they collapsed there, staring at Bai Yuehui with breathless concentration, as if facing a scourge, they would be torn apart by the person in front of them in the next moment.

The blind man went out to negotiate the price tonight, and only a few young people were left to watch the goods. Most of these people had just started this business. To put it bluntly, it was nothing more than a human trafficker. Having seen such a scene there, everyone thought that the young man who crawled out of the box seemed to be a Shura devil, who tore into pieces with his bare hands. Boss Lei's pale hands were stained with blood, and now it was rubbing against his face again, making them even more frightening, almost knocking them unconscious.

"Say."

No one dared to respond when it fell, and the dim candlelight elongated his shadow infinitely on the wall, distorting it into a horrific appearance. Looking at those people, their faces were pale with fright, so that some of them unconsciously lost control .

The silver-white filaments quietly clung to the man's body, like a flexible poisonous snake, suddenly pierced his temple, drilled into his brain, and in an instant the man fell into a puddle of urine on the ground.

"dirty stuff."

The few remaining people were even more frightened, scrambling to stammer and speak, lest the devil in front of them would anger them.

Bai Yuehui glanced at the noisy people and suddenly felt bored. Before they could finish speaking, a silver thread cut their throats.

"I don't want to hear it now."

Holding his dizzy forehead, he staggered out of the small room. After walking not far, he leaned against an ancient tree and fell into a deep sleep.

It was already dawn when he woke up again. Sleeping in the open in the autumn night made him feel a little heavy in his body, and there was a slight tingling in his throat. He presumably had caught a cold.

He rubbed the space between his brows, feeling a little clearer, only to realize that his body was covered in blood, recalling the scene of last night, he also felt like a nightmare.

At this time, he had nowhere to go, so he had to find a clear stream, wanting to freshen up, so as not to frighten passers-by with his blood stains.As soon as he settled down, he knew that the autumn water was very cold, which made him in a dilemma. He put up his shoes and stood by the stream, not knowing what to do.

The fallen leaves rustled and brushed against his shoulders, making him truly feel the loneliness at this moment.The changes in the world are like last night. When I wake up from the dream, it has nothing to do with myself.

You can eat alone, go to the night market alone, go on a long trip alone, and live a good life alone. All of these can be done alone, without accommodating or arguing. In the end, I found that it was not so happy.

You can't cry, and you don't have the strength to laugh.

Now I suddenly understand that sadness and happiness are different, not just the feeling of sadness and joy, one person's sadness can be turned into two people's sighs, one person's happiness can be turned into two people's joy.Sadness always decreases, joy increases.

Perhaps, he needs a friend, or someone who goes with him.

This idea made him feel a little out of reach, and he hadn't met new people for a long, long time.

There is a very vague smile in my memory, cheerful like the sun in the sky, every time I think of it, the dark corners of my heart suddenly become warm.

But I can't remember who he is, nor what he looks like. I don't know where I met him, but I feel that there is such a beam of light in the vast sea of ​​people, which makes those dark places look cute.

He sighed, took a brief wash in the cold stream water, put on clean clothes, felt his throat hurt a little more, sniffed his nose, wrapped his thin clothes tightly, and walked back to the inn in desperation.

It was still the same there, with red paper-stuffed red lanterns hanging high in front of the door, emitting a faint light in the dusk. There were few customers in the store, and the guys leaned against the door, yawned, and looked out the door.

He looked at strange faces one by one, held on to the railing, and climbed up the stairs step by step, feeling that he could still hold on.

Back in the guest room, after taking a hot bath, he got into the bed, wrapped himself up tightly, and stared out the window blankly.

The same scene, but after a few days, the mood is gone.

He just felt tired, his heart was tired, his body was tired too, he was so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers, the thin quilt on his body was as heavy as a stone at this moment, he couldn't move, even his breathing slowed down .

With his face buried in the pillow, tears fell unconsciously, and even that shallow smile weighed heavily on his heart, tormenting him like a thorn, so painful that he couldn't bear to live.

The tears flowed and I did it, and when I was tired from crying, I gradually fell asleep, got up as usual the next day, looked at the newly rising sun outside the window, and knew that I had survived another day.

Sure enough, he still suffered from the wind and cold, his forehead was hot as if he was on fire, he stretched his arms as if he was about to get up, but he fell to the ground, his stomach was throbbing with hunger, and he couldn't get up again.

He had no choice but to lean on the wooden bed and slump on the ground to call out to the shop assistants a few times, but no one answered.

His face was pale, and beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks from his forehead, hitting the wooden floor, getting wet unknowingly, and his two slender legs were powerlessly resting on the ground. Physical burden.His consciousness was in a daze, but he was trying not to fall asleep, hoping that someone would open the door and find himself dying.

Until noon, no one knocked on the closed wooden door.

His consciousness had become clearer, and the stabbing pain in his stomach gradually subsided, so he stood up slowly while leaning on the wall, and walked out step by step.

When the store was busy, the cashier pointed him to the location of the clinic and ignored him.

The medical hall was far away, he didn't dare to ride the red rain with his appearance, so he had to go through it step by step, dawdling for a few hours, and finally reached the medical hall before dark.

He took two packs of medicine, borrowed the small medicine stove in the backyard of the hospital, and boiled them carefully. The smoke from the wet wood made him cough non-stop, his face and forehead were covered with dust, and he was in a panic.

The old doctor in the hospital passed by, stopped and looked at him, sighed, pushed him aside, and called a little medicine boy to help him.

"Young man, I don't think you are like the people here. It's not easy to wander outside. Go home early. The mountains of gold and silver outside are not as good as the mountains at home. Gold rice bowls and silver rice bowls are not as good as broken porcelain bowls at home."

"Just go back, just go back."

Bai Yuehui answered repeatedly from the sidelines, his sick and pitiful appearance made people feel nowhere to be angry.The old doctor stopped talking, sighed again, and went to the house to get medicine.