[Journey to the West] Legend of the Little Demon

Snowflakes are fluttering, inside the Yin Mansion's White Mansion.

Dark red blood gurgled into the bi-color porcelain cup, making the wrist as white as snow.There is a faint fragrance floating in the room, which is newly lit incense, but even the elegant fragrance can hardly conceal the decaying smell of the corpse.

"The beauty of a beautiful day, don't waste it ~ beautiful woman's youth, it's hard...Little darling, look, which one should I wear, sister?" A dark white bone twisted its waist, deciding between several human's leather clothes Uncertain, looking back and smiling, the dark eye holes looked at the creak in the bloodletting on the bed, and stopped humming the little tune.

Zhizhi frowned, and worked hard for a long time to give advice. One was an old lady with gray hair, who was very old, and the other was a bony old man, who was hunched over.

"Anything else?"

Bone King covered his mouth with his pointed finger bones, "Jie Jie Jie" laughed for a while, then pointed to Zhi Zhi and said, "The other clothes are all broken, it's best to lie on the bed! Or..."

"Or, just that old lady! She has a kind face and kind eyes, she looks blessed!" Zhizhi stared at her round eyes, and cut off the conversation smoothly.

"Jiejiejie~ Xiaoguai, whatever you say is what you say." The Bone Demon raised his fingertips, "Wow--" he cut open the back of the human skin, put it on like clothes, and asked casually: "Sister, look Then Tang Sanzang is a very gentle person, and treats you well, you little elf have the heart to harm him?"

Zhizhi was taken aback by her sudden words, then glanced at Bone Demon with great resentment, sighed, and answered after preparing his emotions: "Sister Bai, there is something wrong with your logic."

"Oh?" Mrs. Bone Essence, who had changed her costume, picked up a white femur bone from the ground, cast a spell to turn it into a dragon-headed crutch, and walked over tremblingly.

Zhizhi stared at the picture of longevity and longevity engraved on the top of the bed, and continued to explain solemnly: "At first glance, you are not a full-time monster. This question of yours seems to be asking me: The little chicken is so cute, you have to go to the mouth ?”

"We bought a fluffy baby duckling, I thought it was cute, and the paddles between the toes are interesting. But when I was hungry, someone brought a pot of fresh duck soup, let's not say anything , you can drink it when you pick it up. The stewed duck with mushrooms is delicious, but do you care if the duck is cute or not, isn’t it cute?” Zhi Zhi’s eyes looked at the wound on his wrist, I’m also very kind to you Yes, you still cut your flesh and drink your blood.

To be a competent monster, one must deeply root the monster food theory in her mind, and it is the food theory that she approves of.Otherwise, how would you save your own life to fool a thousand bone spirits?

Master, master, who made you Tang Xuanzang, who made your... disciple Sun Wukong?

If there is no Tang Sanzang, there will be no fighting Buddha.

Without becoming a Buddha, can we still be like we were at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain?

Zhi Zhi looked away guiltily, and coaxed the Bone Demon to alienate the Buddhist scriptures group. Didn't he have his own selfish motives at work?Hard to say.

Bone Essence picked up the porcelain cup that was [-]% full, squinted his eyes slightly, and gently shook the intoxicating blood.

"Tick-tick-tick-" The wound did not heal, and the blood dripped drop by drop.

"Hey... don't waste it! Change to another cup and continue!" Zhizhi licked his lips that were dry due to blood loss, frowned and protested, "It will be gone after the flow... Let's finally treasure it. Decades..."

The old lady version, Mrs. Bones, took a few sips of the blood in the cup, looked back and forth with her cloudy eyes, and the corpse spots on both sides of her cheeks gradually disappeared, and the bewitching light in her eyes flickered unsteadily, all of which came to mind.

"Jiejiejie~Little boy, you said before that eating a piece of Tang Monk's meat can not only make you immortal, but also, when the medicine is effective, it can raise the dead, flesh and bones?" A withered hand covered with age spots stretched out, gently Press on the creaking chest.

"Pound—pound—" There is a feeling that something is wrong!

Zhizhi grinned, which was uglier than crying, "Really?"

"Are you lying to your old sister?"

The pressure from the chest is gradually increasing, creaking that the lungs are about to be squeezed out, it is much more terrifying to become a human being than a flower, a tree, a bird, or an animal!

"Pounding—pounding—"

"Since you can live and die, little boy, you should die first, and wait for the old sister to snatch Tang Seng's flesh before coming to save you..."

"what!!!"

The ghosts screamed, the snow flew like goose feathers, and the overwhelming white snow caught the eyes in an instant, pure white and clean.

Countless strands of resentful souls floated in the mansion, crying in terror.

She was the one who went on a killing spree in Baihu Mountain after her bones became spirits, killing all living creatures that flew in the forest, crawled on the ground, and ran in the wilderness, and left a vast expanse of land so clean.

No one can hurt her, no one can deceive her, only one of her is enough in the whole world.

After years of resentment, all the undead in Baihu Mountain were trapped here and couldn't break free. Every time they smelled the smell of blood, the black air would roll up from the ground, screaming and boiling.

The hunched old woman pushed open the carved door with a cane, stood under the porch pillar and watched the snow fall for a long time, as if she was no match for her frail body, she covered her mouth and coughed heart-rendingly. The left hand flashed past, bloodstained.

The smoke from the purple stove in the room is curling up, and on the carved ancient bed behind the layers of warm tents, dark red bloodstains radiate like blooms, like a red plum in the snow, with the aesthetics of killing and blood.

No one is empty.

******

Under the hillside in front of Baihu Mountain.

The scripture-learning group braved the snow to move forward.

The rustling sound of stepping on the snow was amplified countless times in the vast world, step by step, it made people panic.

Just because Wukong killed someone, Xuanzang originally wanted to drive him away in a rage, but Wukong couldn't help but knelt down and confessed his mistake, and got a change of heart from Xuanzang, who was soft-hearted on the grounds that he never repaid the favor of saving him.After a few people made some adjustments, they continued on the road.

But at this moment, amidst the white snow, he suddenly saw a group of black staggering staggeringly coming from the mountain depression.

Bajie, who was walking in the front, saw an old woman with a bent cane, and said in shock, "Master! There is a lost old man ahead!"

The old woman took two steps, then stopped to rest, mourning and crying, from a distance, only vaguely heard a few words "Son... home..." or something.

Bajie was quick-witted, and immediately sensed something was wrong, he nervously walked up to Master Xuanzang, and asked cautiously, "Master, do you think the mother of the benefactor who was killed just now is looking for her son?"

Wukong, who was silently embracing the golden cudgel at the end, frowned, "Don't talk nonsense, idiot! The banshee just now... the woman is seventeen or eighteen years old. This old woman's hair on her temples is like snow, and her face is wrinkled like chrysanthemums. She is at least seventy or eighty years old." , Hmph, how can you still have children in your 60s?"

Xuanzang nodded slightly, "The mountain road is difficult to travel on a snowy day, go and see what happened to the mother-in-law? If you get lost, we will give her a ride."

Wukong pulled away and strode closer to check. Before he could get close, he smelled a strong bloody death air, accompanied by a heavy ghost resentment.

Wukong frowned and stared, his piercing eyes immediately recognized that the woman was the bone fairy who pretended to deliver the vegetarian meal!Not much to say, just raise the stick and hit!

The White Bone Demon had expected this trick earlier, and managed to get rid of his human skin and transformed into a soul. He was about to flee, but his ankle suddenly burst into flames, and the next moment he was pulled by a strong force, and he fell to the ground, his body blackened. The bones were scattered all over the place.

The cold light in Wukong's eyes became even stronger, he twisted his neck, moved his wrist, and the corner of his lips evoked a cold smile that was inevitable, and approached step by step.

A hint of joy flashed across the bones, and the black hole eyes looked at Xuanzang who was running towards the horse not far away, and his voice broke like a sawing sound. After a sneer, he lowered his voice and asked: "Sun Monkey, smell it carefully, don't you feel familiar with this bloody smell?"

"Oh my God! Master! The damned monkey has killed someone again!" Bajie suddenly saw the exhausted corpse on the ground, and immediately picked up the nail palladium and reported it to Xuanzang.

Wukong turned his head and glared, suddenly startled in his heart, it was her!When he turned his head again, the bone spirit had turned into a cloudy wind and drifted away. He hurriedly raised his stick and shouted: "Fairy! Where are you going?!"

Just as he was about to chase after him, he rolled onto the cloud head, but fell down with a bang, rolling on the ground in pain.