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Boom——

Monk Wuwu was defeated by me again.

The opposite hand turned red as if it had been burned by fire.

The trembling was even worse.

"I do not believe!"

"I do not believe!"

"It must be those babies that make you so powerful!"

His eyes were red, the rosary in his hand had turned half black, and he was even more crazy.

"Give me your baby!"

"be mine!"

"All the treasures in the world are mine!"

He rushed over crazily, without any moves, just like a madman going crazy.

It looks scary, but it's actually harmless.

Not only did I knock him down a few times, but I also snatched his rosary beads.

The rosary was wrapped around the blade, and the remaining evil spirit on it was the same as its owner. It could no longer go crazy and could only be swallowed bit by bit by the long knife.

"Give it back to me! Give it back to me!"

"My baby! The baby given to me by the Fairy God!"

Seeing this, Monk Wuwang quickly got up from the ground and rushed towards the rosary in panic.

I turned slightly to the side, and he jumped into the air and fell into pieces, not caring about the dust on his face and body.

Get up again and throw yourself at the rosary.

I ducked like a matador.

Monk Wuwu failed again and again until a minute later, the long knife absorbed the evil spirit on the rosary beads.

All the beads turned black and I threw them back to Wuwu.

Wuwu held the rosary beads like a precious treasure, laughing and shouting.

"Hey! My baby!"

"No one can steal it!"

"Monk Wuwu, it's not a waste of time for our acquaintance to happen! I know I haven't had any nourishment on my knife for a long time, and you have come to deliver a takeaway after traveling thousands of miles away. How can I thank you?"

I smiled with satisfaction.

Wuwang raised his head and looked at me, then at the long knife, his eyes suddenly straightened.

"baby!"

"This knife is a treasure!"

"All the treasures in the world are mine!"

"Give it to me! Give it to me!"

He was completely delirious, and I knocked him to the ground easily.

But his eyes never moved away from the long knife.

I have been burdened by foreign objects all my life and become possessed by evil spirits.

With his crazy appearance, it would be impossible to get clues about the Immortal from him.

Since there is no use value, there is no need for me to keep him anymore.

Unlike the old man Zhugan, he has no kind thoughts at all.

"Do you want this knife?" I stepped on Monk Wuwang's bald head and shook the knife at him with a smile.

"Baby, give it to me!" Wuwang shouted happily.

"Give you a chance to have close contact with it. If you die under this knife, you will be lucky for the rest of your life, right?"

"Yes! Yes! Come on! I want to taste the feeling of this baby's throat being cut with a long knife!"

Wuwu actually urged me excitedly.

There is really no cure.

I shook my head and raised my long knife.

"Wait!" The old man with a bamboo pole in a pool of blood shouted with all his strength.

"What? You don't want me to let him go, do you?" I stopped and looked at him in surprise.

"Of course not! Everyone in Xiangongtang is not a kind person, and death would not be a pity." The old man with a bamboo pole propped himself up and looked at me pleadingly.

"I just want to ask you, can you give me the chance to kill him?"

"I died together with him, which can be considered as atonement for my past mistakes."

I felt a little sad.

"Okay, then come on." I nodded to him.

"Thank you!" The old man showed a smile full of blood, dragging his broken body and crawling towards Monk Wuwu with great difficulty.

I didn't go to help, and watched the old man crawl over little by little, leaving blood stains on the ground.

Holding the long knife stained with blood in his hand, the old man looked at Monk Wuwang with a hint of sympathy.

"He's just another poor person being taken advantage of! He'll never be able to get rid of his inner demons!"

"Death is a kind of relief, come with me!"

The old man took a deep breath and wiped the crazy monk's neck with the paper knife.

The red on the blade is even more vivid.

"Thank you, kid. I don't know your name yet."

"Li Yunfeng."

"What a good name. The hope of this world should lie in people like you, not Xiangongtang!"

He smiled slightly and placed the paper knife on his neck calmly.

I didn't watch the next scene.

Just hearing a thud, the old man fell to the ground.

"rest in peace."

Sighing, I went over to take the old man's body away and found a deserted place nearby to bury it.

I split a piece of wood and made a simple tombstone.

It has the words "paper-cut door" written on it.

Then, he lit three cigarettes and placed them in front of the grave, bowed and turned to leave.

The mad monk's body also needs to be disposed of. It's quite close to the town, so it wouldn't be good to just leave it on the ground.

I found another place to bury the crazy monk.

The blood stains on the ground were cleaned with tree branches.

I threw the bloody branches into the river.

So what if Xiangongtang is mysterious?

Anyway, I will kill each one.

After doing this, I lit a cigarette and sat down, looking at the old locust tree that had witnessed the whole process.

The old locust tree stood quietly, seeming to have some new understanding of me.

I remembered the dead branch I took with me when I left the auction last time.

The boss lady is so nervous, it must be something very important to them.

It deserves to hate me.

but.

I'm not going to give it back.

Although I still haven’t figured out what the function of dead branches is.

Too many skills don't overwhelm the body.

The same goes for having too many babies.

Who knows what day it might come in handy?

After smoking, I started to look at the long knife.

The evil spirit is looming.

It's completely different from when I first got it.

In the beginning, it was still a rusty broken knife, but now it has become cold and cold as I have raised it.

The sharp edge cannot be concealed.

The weird runes on the blade add a bit of mystery to it.

Even the most uninitiated person can tell that this is a superb knife.

Holding it in my hand, I vaguely felt that there was a restless soul inside the blade, ready to move.

The more evil energy the long sword absorbs, the more powerful the sword soul becomes, and sooner or later it will break through the seal.

But that's okay.

I have something good for him.

It was almost time to rest, so I put away the long knife, patted the dust on my butt and stood up.

The old locust tree seemed startled, and its branches and leaves trembled.

"Why are you nervous? If you don't trouble me, I won't make things difficult for you. It's really not easy for a thousand-year-old locust tree to live to this age."

I smiled at the old locust tree with a kind face and waved to him.

The old locust tree stood frozen in place, as if it did not dare to move.

"goodbye."

I left gracefully.

When I got back to the car, I quickly turned on my mobile phone in the live broadcast room.

It's just past midnight.

The phone's red light flashed, and the words "blood" appeared on the black screen.

"There is no sunlight, no fresh air, just endless darkness and endless tunnels."

"The day-in and day-out work breaks everyone's back."

"Who doesn't want to escape?"

"But no one is afraid to leave."

"Let our appearance become a name forever in the hearts of our loved ones."

"No one knows what hope is."