After wearing the book, the sickly junior brother always plots against me

When Hua Ming woke up again, he was woken up by a warm splash, and he subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the thing off his face.

His eyes were also opened in a daze, and his eyes were blindingly red. He thought he had misread, and his eyes were wide open, but this time...

It's not an illusion...

His hands were indeed bloody, perhaps to be precise, the blood was on his face, to be precise, it was...

It was Liu An who cut the throat of Chaowushan's disciple with a sword, and the blood splashed across his face, drip by drop, as if writing their crimes.

"Senior brother, look up at me, look at how the Chaowu Mountain you have devoted yourself to maintaining has been destroyed!"

Hua Ming didn't want to see the blood, but no matter which side he was facing, he could hear the miserable screams and wild laughter. No matter whether he opened his eyes or closed his eyes, the blood on the tip of his nose was still getting stronger and stronger.

"Master, master, save us..."

A black and thin hand flew under his feet, and it jumped slightly. The warm blood soaked his boots. Hua Ming's eyes widened in horror, and he took half a step back in a panic, but he didn't want to ...

Hua Ming fell directly to the ground, covered his ears with trembling hands, his pale lips were still trembling: "Liu An, don't...don't kill anyone, please...please don't kill me again. Killed..."

The vertical and horizontal corpses were placed in a mess on the ground, or one of the ears was missing, or the hands and feet were separated, or the internal organs were displaced, or the eyes were poking blind, or the intestines were leaking all over the floor.

Even the leaves on that branch were stained with blood, and as the breeze swayed gently, the blood smell became heavier, and it crazily got into his nose and rushed into his brain.

Hua Ming's legs had no strength at all, even raising his wrists made him extremely tired, his emotions had completely collapsed, and he couldn't even articulate a single sentence: "Kill...don't...a lot of blood... A lot of corpses..."

He choked with sobs, hugged his head vigorously, clenched his fingers into a ball, but no matter how hard he tried, he was still trembling.

The smell of blood wrapped him tightly into a ball, like a ball of flour, which made him want to suffocate, and the messy corpse was entangled in his mind like a vine, desperately going deep, wishing to take root and take him away all the oxygen.

The pain, the deep pain was like a bottomless abyss, pulling him down desperately.

Despair, this deeper despair has already made him breathless.

He knelt on the ground, patted his heart vigorously with one hand, and breathed vigorously with his mouth open, but he always felt that what he inhaled into his lungs was the smell of blood.

Nausea, a strong sense of nausea hit him, but he retched desperately, and couldn't even spit out the bitter water, and the tears flowed even more violently.

"Master, save us, save me..."

That was his little junior brother. The usually arrogant and arrogant little junior brother was in as much embarrassment as he was at the moment. There was a blood hole in his leg, and the blood was dripping down the wound bit by bit. He knelt down and rolled in front of him.

A section of the long sword had been broken, and the little junior brother's hand was covered with blood, and he stretched his life into the iron cage, his voice was weak: "Master, save me, you save me..."

"me……"

Hua Ming opened his eyes wide in fear, but just held his trembling hands, and the blood was sticky between their palms.

"Master, I don't want to die..."

"Help me, save me, I really don't want to die..."

Such a helpless tone, such a young life, such a pitiful look...

Hua Ming felt his heart was pulled into a ball, and when he touched his junior brother's pale face through the iron cage, tears couldn't stop falling down.

He raised his head, looked at Liu An who was holding a bloody long sword, and walked over step by step with a cold face.

"Brother, your hands are dirty."

Hua Ming choked, shook his head vigorously, and begged: "Liu An, please let him go, please be merciful, let him go."

"Willow An, Willow An..."

Liu An ignored him, but his face was cold.

Brother, how can such a precious person like you bow your head and bend over for such a humble life, how can he deserve it?

The long sword pierced through the man's body, and the sharp point of the knife pointed at Hua Ming's hands holding him. Hua Ming clearly saw a living being with his head tilted and blood gushing out of his mouth: "Master, why don't you help me?"

Why not save him?

Why do you want to watch him die?

He even saw the blood-stained brother half-kneeling on the ground, shouting with his last breath: "Master, if you didn't keep him back then, how could he be here today?"

"It was you who destroyed Chaowushan, and you are his accomplice!"

Hua Ming's tears kept streaming down, and he shook the iron cage vigorously with his bloody hands, and his throat was also a little hoarse.

"How about it, stand a little higher, can you see everything clearly?"

There was some anger hidden in Hua Ming's tearful eyes, he looked at him bitterly, but he pulled the corners of his mouth, but he didn't have the energy to speak.

"Liu An, must it be like this?"

"They, they are all fellow disciples of you and me, do you have to kill like this?"

"What did they do wrong?"

Liu An just stared at him coldly, smiled very happily, and said slowly: "If you want to kill someone, kill him, do you need a reason?"

"Liu An, you have no heart!"

Liu An nodded, and said tacitly: "My heart has been eaten by dogs."

"Liu An, are you trying to drive me crazy!"

Hua Ming was at a loss at the moment, he just felt that the sky was dark and the ground was dark, but he was extremely helpless squatting on the ground, when the wind blew, the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of blood.

When he stood up, his legs were dangling helplessly. He slammed his hands on the table, and then slammed the tea and cup on the ground, breaking them into pieces.

"Liu An, do you want me to die?"

Liu An spread out his hands and said with a smile: "But isn't my senior brother the most greedy for life and afraid of death?"

"Brother, are you willing to die?"

Hua Ming was speechless, he was poked in the middle, and he really didn't dare.

The sky suddenly became very gloomy, large black clouds gathered together, and the wind was blowing quickly, Liu An leaned the long sword beside the cage.

He took out a clean silk handkerchief, slowly wiped the blood on his palm, his eyes were indifferent.

Flocks of eagle doves flew under the dark clouds. They were huge, and their eyeballs were as big as eggs. They landed on the corpses and bit them fiercely.

With one bite, a large piece of meat was torn off, with blood on it.

Hua Ming watched all this in astonishment and covered his mouth, but the tears still couldn't stop falling.

"What a beautiful scenery, do you like it, my good brother?"

"Liu An, back then I..."

I shouldn't have left you...