The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.After a moment of death-like silence, no one knew who yelled heart-piercingly:

"Run!"

The rest immediately fled in all directions.

The young man was still staring at his empty right hand in a daze, facing the moonlight, his hand was greasy and white as jade, with slender fingers, but there were some bony wounds.

Not only the palms, but also circles of deep purple strangle marks printed on the green onion-like wrists, where the skin was broken and bleeding, and the flesh turned outward.

But he didn't feel any pain at all - his attention was on this right hand.

Tentatively clenched his fists, the boy said with joy on his face, "This...is this my hand? It can still move!"

But anyone who is able-bodied should have a right hand.

But he was incomparably pleasantly surprised, always feeling that this hand was precious.

They didn't even notice that a brutal fight was happening around them.

With a "click", the head of the last monk, like a bloody rotten watermelon, rolled to the boy's feet.

He just woke up like a dream, he let out a cry of astonishment, covered his mouth and said, "Did I bump into something I shouldn't have seen?"

In the next moment, the scholar in Tsing Yi had already arrived in front of him.

The moment the two looked at each other, the deep pupils of the scholar in Tsing Yi trembled violently, his pale and handsome face was a little moved, and his thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line.

As if suddenly suffering from rabies, the boy hid back a little scared.

Just when the young man thought that he would be murdered and silenced by the other party, he suddenly saw that the corners of the eyes of the scholar in Tsing Yi were gradually turning red.

The first reaction was, could this person be some kind of man-eating monster, his eyes would turn red when he saw a child with delicate skin and tender flesh.

The second reaction is whether he knows himself.

"You...you know me?"

"do not know."

The young man felt that he was an unarmed and weak chicken now, and he couldn't beat him anyway. Before he died, he chatted and chatted. Since the two of them didn't know each other, they must not be enemies, and they should be robbing money.

The scholar in Tsing Yi stared at him for a moment, the mahogany sword in his hand was dripping with blood, dripping to the ground, it was as bright as the wedding gown on the young man.

He had a pair of extremely beautiful phoenix eyes, and his pupils, which were as pale as glass, reflected the gaudy face of a young man at this moment.There seemed to be thick ink in his eyes that couldn't be melted away.

"Are you trying to rob money? I... I have money, I'll give it to you!"

The young man pulled Bu Yao, Zhu Cui, and the golden hairpin from his hair all at once, and held them in both hands to send them to the scholar in Tsing Yi. He said seriously, "I'll give you all these, can you let me go? I remember my There is also a mother, I have to go back to Chang's house to pick her up."

The scholar in Tsing Yi remained silent, and after a while, he quietly put away the blood-stained mahogany sword.Shaking his head, he said, "I don't rob money."

If you don't rob money... and you're not an enemy, then you can only... rob sex?

But from the mouths of those monks just now, the young man learned that he, like a woman, likes to paint and paint, and is an extremely vulgar person.

There must be no color to rob.

Could it be that he just came out of the tiger's lair and is going into the wolf's lair?

With a sad face, the young man decided to show his affection and move him with reason. He secretly pinched his inner thigh and cried:

"I slept for a long time, and just woke up."

The scholar in Tsing Yi looked at him expressionlessly, with a look in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

"I... I really don't know anything, I haven't done anything evil, no, really nothing!"

"..."

The young man waved his hands again and again, seeing that the other party refused, he gritted his teeth and said, "If it's really impossible, then you...you can cut off one of my hands, one of my legs, goug out my eyes, or cut off my tongue, as long as I live to go back to pick up my mother." .”

The scholar in Tsing Yi shook his head and said, "I am neither robbing wealth nor sex. I just happened to pass by here."

After a pause, he looked at the hideous wound on the boy's right wrist, and said in a deep voice, "I won't hurt you, you don't have to be afraid."

"really?"

"Naturally, the world, the sun and the moon can prove it."

In this way, the young man felt relieved, thinking that there are still many good people in this world.He said, "My name is Chang Jianren, what's your name?"

"Chang... often... bitch?"

The scholar in Tsing Yi showed a look of looking at a fool, and said in surprise: "Are you sure your name is that?"

"I...not very sure, but I don't remember what my name is either. Anyway...it's just a name anyway, you can call it whatever you want." He was quite open-minded, couldn't remember anything, and asked in a silly way Said: "What's your name?"

"Luo Suxuan."

"Are you a Taoist priest?" The boy asked with his head tilted.

"No."

"Oh, I don't think you are either."

The young man spoke calmly, raised his finger and pointed at the corpses strewn all over the ground with horrific deaths, puffed his cheeks and said:

"A Taoist priest can't kill casually. You killed casually, so I don't think you are a Taoist priest."

This is quite a novel rhetoric, Luo Suxuan turned his head and glanced at him: "Aren't you afraid? So many people died."

"Not afraid."

"Then you are very courageous, but... these people are not righteous, and they have to blame themselves if they die. They want to hurt you."

The boy blinked and felt that the other party seemed to be praising him, so he smiled and said, "Thank you."

Luo Suxuan couldn't see his smiling face, as soon as he smiled, makeup and powder fell down, how much rouge and gouache was applied on it, I'm afraid there would be no blood if he slashed on it with a knife.

Eyes will hurt if you look at it for a long time.

Then he turned his head, the forest leaves were deep, and when the breeze blew, the strong smell of blood came into his nostrils.

After a long while, Luo Suxuan said, "Change your name."

"What name?"

The young man didn't understand, he thought Chang Jianren was pretty nice, and he told Luo Suxuan: "It doesn't matter if the name sounds good or not, the key is what my parents gave me. My name is Jianren. Even if the sky falls, I won't change my name..."

Russell Xuandao: "Then have you ever heard a sentence?"

"What?"

"Saving someone's life is like reborn parents."

"Sounds familiar..." The young man showed a suddenly realized expression, "That is to say, you saved my life, so now I want to call you father?"

"..."

There is nothing wrong with the logic, but it sounds awkward. At his age, such a fool cannot be born. Russell Xuan said: "You just remember it in your heart, and you don't have to shout it out."

"Oh, shouting in your heart?"

"...Actually, there is no need."

"Then what do you want? I can't understand what you're saying, so please be straightforward, okay?"

"Small scene."

"Ah?" The boy tilted his head, looked around, but didn't see anyone else there, "Who are you calling?"

"I'm calling you. From now on, you will be called Xiaojing, which is the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River."

Xiaojing couldn't understand, and looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back.

Luo Suxuan didn't say anything else, and turned to look into the deep forest.

The soul-inducing bell swayed lightly, and from the depths of the forest came the strange tones of Jie Jie and the sound of crushing dead leaves, which startled the forest birds.

Xiao Jing has not yet realized what happened.

Then I saw a group of corpses staggering towards the distance, with cinnabar and yellow talismans on their foreheads.

These corpses include men and women, tall and short, old and young, some of them died whole, and some of them died terribly, like those poor monks on the ground, their heads were chopped off.

Leaving other aspects aside, Xiaojing felt that Luo Suxuan's heart was pretty good, so he deliberately sewed up the corpse with a needle and thread.

The stitching was relatively neat, and the facial features of the corpse were twisted ferociously, with big green teeth cracked, and brown pieces of meat stuck to them.

Presumably, he was also afraid that the corpse would be separated as he walked.

"These are poor people who died in a foreign land. After death, the fallen leaves return to their roots. If they cannot return their souls to their hometown, they will not be able to rest in peace. The last breath they can't swallow before they are alive will condense into resentment, manipulating the dead body, walking in the world Evil. People in the world call it a vicious corpse."

"And I am the ever-burning lamp that leads the way for these murderous corpses. I am not a serious Taoist priest, but I just know a little bit of Taoism."

Luo Suxuan rang the bell to cast the spell while explaining from the side.

After hearing this, Xiao Jing didn't seem to fully understand. He nodded and asked, "Then those who died just now, will you also lead them home?"

Luo Suxuan shook his head and said, "No, I'm only leading the way for the poor people. They deserve to die, so they don't deserve me to lead the way."

Xiaojing said "Oh" again, and couldn't help but stare at his right hand under the bright moonlight.

Luo Suxuan looked up at the sky, and saw that the moon had already come out, the night was dark, and when it was almost midnight, the yin energy was at its peak.

This place is hundreds of miles around, and there is no one inhabited. Apart from the murderous corpses, there are probably many evil spirits.If I ran into a young and beautiful female ghost, I'm afraid the gang of murderous corpses behind me would not be able to hold back.

Even if you don't meet Xie Chong, if you meet a Taoist disciple.It is also a very troublesome thing.

After all, Luo Suxuan is not a good person.

I simply took advantage of the darkness and found a nearby ruined temple to rest for the time being.

This dilapidated temple has not been repaired for an unknown period of time, not to mention the ventilation on all sides, even half of the roof has collapsed, it is full of cobwebs everywhere, and there is still a lot of smoke and dust.

Luo Suxuan hastily built a fire, and the ruined temple finally became brighter. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black shadow nestled in the corner, and Xiao Jing was squatting there, holding a branch and writing on the ground.

The handwriting is also crooked, as if the hand is not very dexterous.

Luo Suxuan didn't say anything, took out a pancake from his sleeve, and threw it away after it was browned on the fire.

Unbiased, it just fell on Xiaojing's hand.

Xiaojing looked around, then pointed to his nose and asked, "Is this for me?"

"Ah."

"Thank you."

Xiaojing thanked very politely, holding a piece of pancake with both hands, before he had time to cool it, he gnawed on it.

Who knows how long he hasn't eaten.

His stomach was already on fire, and now that he finally had something to eat, he didn't pick it up, because he ate too anxiously, he didn't swallow a mouthful, and it got stuck in his throat.

Xiao Jing pinched his throat, coughing so hard that the rouge and powder on his face fell down.

Luo Suxuan felt his eyes hurt just by looking at him.

No matter what, there is no way to compare this stupid young man in front of him who is extremely gaudy, who almost choked himself to death even eating a pancake, with the handsome Taoist student with phoenix eyes in his memory.

And when seeing Xiaojing's face with heavy makeup, there is always a very unreal feeling.

There is a feeling of finding the wrong person.