What kind of evil method is this? This is the righteous method.

I don’t know how long it took.

Lin Fan looked around. It was quiet, quiet, and there was no movement at all. There was a ticking sound in his ears. When he looked down, he saw that the movement was caused by blood dripping from the ax head on the ground.

He glanced at Butcher Liu who was stunned on the spot. Without saying anything, he walked to the well in the village, threw the bucket into it, then lifted it up, held the water in both hands, and washed his face.

The clear water soon turned red.

He loves to be clean and cannot tolerate being dirty. He will feel uncomfortable if he is even slightly dirty.

Continue to fetch water, continue to wash your face, bucket after bucket, the clear water washes away the stains on your face, but the polluted heart cannot be washed away no matter how hard you wash it.

Before going down the mountain, he felt that the world was as beautiful as the master and brother of Chaotian Taoist Temple. But as the master wanted to make him into a human elixir, he knew that the world was not beautiful.

With all the experiences, my fragile heart suffered a great impact.

Horrible, terrible.

He fetched another bucket of water, threw the scarlet ax in, and rubbed his hands vigorously, just to wash away the blood on it, but the blood had already penetrated into the wooden handle and could not be cleaned no matter how hard he washed it.

After a while.

Lin Fan grabbed the clothes of the villagers nearby, wiped off the water stains on the ax, and walked towards Butcher Liu step by step.

Butcher Liu didn't panic and just watched.

The energy and energy in my heart seemed to have been removed all at once with Fubao's death.

Even though Lin Fan came closer and the smell of blood hit his face, he still didn't move at all, not even blinking his eyelids.

In the entire village, he and his mother were the only two people alive.

"Do you think what I did was right?" Lin Fan asked.

Hear sounds.

Butcher Liu's dim eyes gradually regained their luster, "Yes, you did what I wanted to do but couldn't do. They really deserve to die."

Lin Fan raised his hand and patted Butcher Liu on the shoulder, "This is why I kept you."

Butcher Liu looked at the shoulder that was tapped, and a faint red handprint appeared.

"What are you going to do with Fu Bao's body? Dig out his heart and plant it in the soil. A new Fu Bao will appear in thirty years. By then, this village will be filled with Fu Bao's laughter." Lin Fan said.

Butcher Liu shook his head, "No, I won't let Fu Bao appear. He is too simple and kind. As long as he appears, he will be remembered. People in this world need Fu Bao, but Fu Bao does not." them."

Lin Fan said: "Fu Bao's heart is where his vitality lies. Your mother is blind and has lost her tongue. If you eat the heart, your eyes will be restored and your tongue will grow."

Butcher Liu shook his head again, "Fu Bao once said that when he died, he asked me to cut a piece of his heart and feed it to my mother. I refused, and so did my mother. The people in the village owed Fu Bao too much." Too much, greed makes them inhuman.”

"But my mother and I are human beings."

The last words were shouted.

If any cultivator encounters a rare spirit like Fu Bao that is covered with treasures.

It will definitely be turned into great medicine.

But Lin Fan looked down upon him. He believed that with his talent in cultivation, he could achieve positive results even without the blessing of external objects.

Instead of communicating with Butcher Liu, he stepped into the house. Every step he took, there was blood dripping. That was the blood on his clothes. The black clothes were already red, scary and shocking.

"I thought it would take a long time to dye the black clothes red, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. It's really unexpected."

He took off his red clothes, his washed hands turned red again, and his strong body was also dyed red.

"Butcher Liu, can you wipe the blood on my back for me? I can't reach it." Lin Fan turned around and looked at Butcher Liu, who was holding Fu Bao.

"good."

Butcher Liu put Fu Bao down, took a clean towel, stood behind him, and wiped the blood on his back, one time after another, from gentle to vigorous movements.

"This bloody suit is for you." Lin Fan felt the other party's considerate service, which reminded him of the feeling of having his back rubbed in the bathroom. It was comfortable, comfortable, and indescribably refreshing.

"Send it to me?"

"Yes, I'll give it to you."

"Okay, but can I wrap Fu Bao in this bloody clothes and let him sleep underground together with Fu Bao?"

"Why?"

"Fu Bao loves everyone, but everyone doesn't love Fu Bao. This dress is stained with everyone's blood. I want Fu Bao to know that everyone is always with him and that he no longer needs to appear in the world."

Butcher Liu's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of crying.

"good……"

After wiping the blood off his back, he unfolded the folded Taoist robe, shook it, and then put it on. When the Taoist robe was put on, Lin Fan, who had a ferocious look in his eyes, was replaced by a man full of righteousness. Taoist priest Xuandian.

Butcher Liu looked at Lin Fan stupidly and rubbed his eyes.

He felt that the Taoist priest seemed to have changed.

Not an illusion, but real.

"Donor, do you have farm tools for digging the ground?" Lin Fan said with a smile and a soft voice.

"Yes, yes."

"Then please help the donor to bring two of them over, and let's bury the bodies outside."

"Bury, bury them?"

Butcher Liu looked back at the door. The corpses were so real and tragic. How long would they be buried?

Lin Fan said: "As the saying goes, dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust. Even if they have done many evil things, they do deserve to die. But the poor Taoist cultivates Taoism and kindness. Now that he has seen it, how can he watch their corpses exposed in the wilderness and buried? Let them have a place to go.”

For some reason, Butcher Liu felt that the Taoist priest in front of him exuded a temperament of compassion for the world.

As if he couldn't bear to see people suffer.

Is this still the peerless ruthless man who killed people like killing chickens and held a blade axe?

No, it's an illusion, it should be an illusion.

Soon, Lin Fan and Butcher Liu were standing in the village carrying farm tools. The old woman felt her way and sat on a chair next to the butcher shop. Although she couldn't see, she still looked around, making babbling sounds and gesticulating with her hands, as if she was saying something.

Butcher Liu said: "Mom, it's okay. The villagers were performing for Fubao just now. Now it's over. Everyone has gone home. Fubao cured everyone and the plague has disappeared."

The old woman nodded and smiled.

"Taoist priest, let's start."

"Yes."

Lin Fan walked to a corpse. He didn't know where he lived, so he dragged the corpse into the house. Soon there was a sound of digging the ground.

Kill them because they are demons in human skin.

Burying them is to give them some dignity.

Taoists are often kind-hearted.

Butcher Liu walked to the body of a child, looked at it blankly, sighed, looked around, found the half-cut head, put it together, and then moved it into the house like the Taoist priest and started digging the ground.

No sadness, no pain.

He always recalled in his mind that when the villagers looked at Fubao silently, the greed in their eyes, even licking their lips, as if they wanted to eat Fubao.

From today on, Changsheng Village disappeared.

He and his mother will leave this place and build a house in the mountains to accompany Fubao.

Born in this village, if you are not a human like them, you are happy.

But he who wants to be a human, day and night watching the villagers who are getting more and more crazy, his heart is painful and tortured.