I open a restaurant in Xiujie

In the spiritual world, the blood-colored bug is still being squeezed.

It was a round, fat long worm at first, but now it has drooped limply, like a deflated balloon, lying limply on the ground, with only a layer of skin left on its body, and said weakly: " Enough, enough, there is really not a single drop left..."

As Song Lao talked, his voice choked up uncontrollably.

He was just a ghost when he fled from Qinghe Town. Although he combined Bai Xiuyue's consciousness and improved a lot from the perspective of soul, his body/body was still extremely weak, so he could only drift down the river, sucking crabs and loaches all the way the vitality of such creatures.

After getting stronger, he was able to suck the animals that came to drink by the river, and then the large wild animals in the forest. After many days, he was finally strong enough to leave the forest and suck some villagers living nearby, bit by bit. Click to make the snowball bigger.

Until the end, he ran to Yunhaizong at a great risk to get a share of the spiritual rain of Tenglong Sacrifice.

What an inspirational process, Mr. Song couldn't help his eyes getting sore when he thought about it. The fish and shrimps were full of muddy smell. To him, it was the same taste, and he endured all the unpalatable things!

Every living being has only a little bit of spiritual power. He is like a self-made grassroots and the most budget-conscious businessman in the world. He can only save a small stream of spiritual power every day, and watch it fill and grow little by little. , overflowing with soul, condensing phantom—but now, now!

He was persecuted and had to vomit out loudly.

Where is the spiritual power that was vomited, it is clearly his hard work and sweat all the way!

Elder Song was completely sluggish. Looking at the spiritual power leaving his body, his heart throbbed with pain, as if a blunt knife was cutting flesh.

If I had known earlier that I would not come to the Yunhai Sect, I wouldn't expect to be fattened, Song and Lao couple tearfully thought, it would be good to accumulate spiritual power step by step at the foot of the mountain, although it was slower, but it wouldn't let people catch them all at once...

At this moment, he suddenly heard Yu Xiaotan say: "By the way, do you know Bai Xiuyue?"

Elder Song: "...Huh?"

Song Lao thought about it, and hurriedly denied: "What is Bai Yue? What is Baixiu? Oh, I have never heard of this name, I don't know it..."

Yu Xiaotan sighed: "Is that so?"

No further confirmation is required.

The ugly worm in front of him is the evil cultivator who possessed Bai Xiuyue.Through his scorched worm head, Yu Xiaotan felt a trace of inexplicable panic. I'm afraid the worm himself knew how heinous Bai Xiuyue's actions must be.

"You are too anxious to deny it," Yu Xiaotan said slowly, "This has exposed your relationship with him."

As he said that, the young man shook his head, turned his head and whispered to the small stove: "This bug is useless, let it explode."

The little fireball shone brightly: "Stomp on it!"

"What?!" Elder Song panicked, trying his best to dodge with his last bit of strength, "What are you doing, it hurts, it hurts! I paid back what should be paid, and I didn't take your food. You——you're taking human life like a fool. , will be condemned by God!"

"Pay it all back?"

Yu Xiaotan's eyelids drooped slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The scene of Qiqiao Festival full of blood and rain appeared before his eyes again, as if endless screams sounded in his ears, and the splendid fireworks festival turned into a hell on earth in an instant.

The young man's slender black eyelashes trembled slightly, his right hand was slowly clenched, and the smile on his lips quickly faded.

"No," he paused every word, "you haven't paid it back."

"You still don't know."

Even though the salt produced by the system saved the vast majority of people, there are still many people whose lives will remain forever in that rain of blood.

Children who were already frail, elderly people, ordinary people who just caught the wind and cold... Yu Xiaotan kept suppressing himself from thinking about it, but he knew clearly that in the cool wind in Qinghe Town that night, many people I couldn't wait for the cluster of rising fireworks.

There were many beautiful girls holding flower baskets passing by, children laughing and playing in the crowd holding candied haws, many, many people.They put their hands together in the bright and bright lanterns, and made the best wish for the future. In that wish, they should have more good times and spend more flowers and fragrant Qixi Festival with their relatives and friends Holidays—but they'll never have that chance again.

The desolate cold rain buried so many laughter.

The culprit of all this was right in front of Yu Xiaotan's eyes.

"Do you think it's enough to repay the spiritual power?"

Yu Xiaotan raised his head, looked at the screaming bloody bug, and said very seriously: "You should pay their lives back."

Those who were killed by you and lost everything.

Repay their lives and their supposedly beautiful life.

"what?"

Song Lao raised his head ferociously in the flames: "Who are you talking about?"

He has reached the end of his strength, and he is supported by a breath of unwillingness.

Yu Xiaotan sighed, "I'm talking about those who were innocently killed by you."

"Innocent killing?"

Song Lao was stunned for a moment, distracted for a while, and was immediately hit by the tongue of flames. The whole body of the insect screamed and rolled in the air several times before hitting the ground heavily.

"I have hurt some people, but those, those are nothing but pariahs!"

Elder Song screamed, trying to make the last struggle: "Little brother, there must be some misunderstanding between us. You see, I have never met you. Who do you want to avenge for? Did you find the wrong person?"

"There is no mistake."

Yu Xiaotan's eyes were slightly cold.

There was a bleak air around him, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes were rarely cold, and there seemed to be a thin layer of mist on his delicate facial features: "Why do you call other people untouchables? Could it be that you, as a bug, can compare Where does the noble man go?"

"This old man is not a bug!" Song Lao was furious, "This is the evolution of practicing Taoism, it is the transformation of the power of Taoism, and it is the crystallization of the supreme and noble spiritual power. You eat a bug, you—"

"Crack."

He was stepped on by the little fireball.

The extreme sun power of Lie Yan instantly penetrated the blood leech from the remnant body, and the weak skin could no longer support it, making a clear, crisp sound like cloth being torn.

The bloodworm split open, and a large stream of blood gushed out from the wound.

Yu Xiaotan: "Not a bug yet."

……

Elder Song is dead.

The soul is gone.

After the broken blood worm that symbolized his soul was shattered, it only lasted for a few breaths before it turned into a pool of dull bloody water.That thing, Yu Xiaotan, felt disgusting even after looking at it, but fortunately, the small stove was powerful, and a small fireball hit it, burning the blood and pus in minutes.

As a result, the last trace of this so-called ancient cultivator in the Qixia Realm disappeared without a trace.

While burning, the small stove asked Yu Xiaotan: "Why do you say he is a bug?"

Little Huolu has always called Song Lao a thief, because from the perspective of the power of rules, it can judge that this bug-shaped guy is essentially a person.

Yu Xiaotan thought for a while, but said: "Because he is not worthy of being a human being."

"The reason why human beings become human is essentially that human beings have emotional abilities and collective consciousness that are different from animals. Animals only understand greed and fear, just like insects, only know how to suck blood and fear fire, but human beings are different."

"Even if some people know that there is a terrible abyss in front of them, they will rush forward; even if they know that the future is lost, they will hold the torch in their hands tightly. They understand desire and fear, but they know that it is more important and more important to go beyond that. Profound things, people should have empathy, if a person calls his own kind "untouchable", then he is not far from becoming a real bug."

The little stove looked at him eagerly.

After a while, the flames swayed and turned in a circle: "I don't understand."

Yu Xiaotan smiled and shook his head: "Forget it, let me tell you what to do."

In fact, he just watched Elder Song's tragic death, felt it, and wanted to find someone to talk to.

Xiao Huolu tilted his head: "But when you say these words, you seem to be like the master."

Yu Xiaotan was stunned for a moment: "Uh...really?"

Fairy chefs also talk about these messy things?

Yu Xiaotan suddenly felt more curious about the chef fairy, that is, the "master" in the mouth of the small stove. He really wanted to know what kind of person the chef fairy was.

But now is not the time to talk about that.

Before he was pulled into the spiritual world, Yunhai Peak Manshan was still burning.

Yu Xiaotan asked the small stove if it could control the magma erupting outside.

Xiaohuolu nodded rather shyly, and begged Yu Xiaotan not to tell about his failure to control the spiritual flow. If the master knew about it, it would be scolded.

And when it comes to the magma flowing all over the mountain, the small stove is quite reluctant: "I have saved the spiritual liquid for a long time, and I accidentally kicked it over when I was angry. I originally wanted to wait for the master to come back and give him a bath... "

As Yu Xiaotan listened, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Wait," he said in surprise, "You mean spirit pulp?"

Not magma?