martial arts mythology system

Chapter 232 Endless Killing

The cold wind blows in the bleak night, the lonely lamp shadow, lonely and cool.

The fog in the sky is getting thicker and thicker, covering the galaxy and the moonlight.

The streets are getting darker, making people afraid to go out.

Hiding at home and enjoying the temperature of the charcoal fire is the happiness that an ordinary family should have.

"Fucking baby, stop sewing and come to bed."

The square-faced, round-eyed man lay on the bed wrapped in a quilt and shouted to his wife.

A woman with many fine wrinkles on her skin was sitting under an oil lamp sewing a child's trousers when she heard a man's voice complaining:

"How dare you say, if you hadn't insisted on taking our family Lin'er to the river to play in the winter, would he have torn his pants? I don't sew... You are pointing at Lin'er braving the cold wind Are you running all over the street?"

The square-faced man was obviously not a person of status at home, he was a little embarrassed by his wife's words, scratched the back of his head and closed his mouth.

The child sleeping in the cot saw this scene and giggled non-stop.

"You heartless, lazy guy, I work hard at home every day, but you are still in the mood to play around with the child, don't tell me a few times, you really think I don't care, right?"

The woman kept sewing in her hands, and she kept scolding her husband.

"Hey, why don't you talk anymore? Why, can't you be happy if you say a few words?"

As the woman spoke, she turned her head to look.

It is the scariest picture in sight.

The man on the bed maintained a pounce movement, trying to get out of the bed and pounce on the side bed, but all his movements failed...

A hollow the size of a thick bowl appeared in his heart, and the blood stained the sheets and bedding red.

A bald monk wearing a big red robe was sitting on a small bed, his face was covered with blood-red lines, his eyes were deep-set, and he looked extremely evil.

He was holding a naked boy in his hand, and his right hand was pinching his neck, making him speechless.

"Amitabha, since this female benefactor has so much resentment towards this family, why not let the little monk do it for you, killing your man and then your child, so as to relieve your pain?"

The woman's pupils shrank, and she couldn't think at all. She rushed towards the man's body on the bed like crazy.

"The head of the house!"

The red-robed monk's eyes flashed red, and the woman's body was frozen in mid-air, as if it had been frozen.

The monk looked at the woman in mid-air with a look of appreciating artwork, and said with great interest:
"Hey, weren't you full of anger at your husband just now? Why are you so sad to see him dead now? Could it be that you really lied just now...Amitabha, this is not good...the Buddha said...this is going to hell the ~"

Following the words of the red-robed monk, floating red blades appeared near the woman one after another, slowly piercing into the woman's body.

The woman is just an ordinary woman, unable to endure such pain, she cried out in pain during the exchange of tears, gritted her teeth and cried to the red-robed monk in a low voice:
"Let go... my child..."

As soon as the words were spoken, the red blade stabbed her right through, and her life was wiped out.

The child held by the monk's eyes widened and struggled to breathe. The scene in front of him was too shocking for his mind to accept.

But the red-robed monk didn't feel the slightest touch in his heart, he spat out the demon power from his hand, turning the child in his hand into a gray-faced corpse.

Throwing the child's body on the mother's back casually, the red-robed monk said in an erratic voice:
"The monks don't tell lies, if they say they will kill your whole family, they will kill your whole family~"

As he spoke, the red-robed monk Shi Shiran stood up, admiring the tragic situation inside the house with satisfied eyes.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has punished the evil family full of evil deeds for the Buddha. It is really a great merit~"

Randomly, the red-robed figure gradually became transparent and disappeared into the house.

……

The fog is still spreading over Yunchendu, and the lights of the wooden towers standing in the city to illuminate the city are gradually shrouded in fog.

The street lights on the street are dim, making the atmosphere of the whole city depressing and treacherous.

Sparse raindrops intertwined with light mist, the environment is really bad to a certain extent.

Four policemen from the Yunchendu Police Department walked down the street with sabers hanging from their waists and lanterns in their hands.

One of the officers yawned and complained:

"Damn it, what kind of weather is this? The rain has just lightened up, why is it so foggy at night?"

Another policeman joked:

"Hey, Lao Zheng is afraid that he won't be able to find his way home tonight~"

Old Zheng scolded him with a smile:
"I can go to you, do you think I miss you?"

A group of people talked and laughed, patrolling the streets of Yunchendu.

It's dark tonight, even the lights can't illuminate the city, there is no one on the street, and the patrol of the four is dull and boring.

Suddenly, a young woman's cry for help sounded in front:

"Help~ help~ who can help me~"

The four policemen looked at each other, drew their knives and chased after them.

When I arrived, I saw a woman in white sitting in the middle of the street, calling for help constantly.

It was a cold day, and she was only wearing a white gauze dress, and she was drenched by the rain, showing an exquisite figure. She was holding something in her arms, but she couldn't see clearly in the fog.

The hand holding the lantern trembled slightly. Such a scene was actually quite scary. Lao Zheng stepped forward boldly and asked:

"Girl, what's wrong with you?"

The woman's voice for help paused, looked at Lao Zheng and the others, smiled slightly, stretched out her hand and handed the things in her arms to the four of them...

"I can't finish eating this head, can you help me?"

What the woman held in her hand...was a human head that had been eaten to a bloody mess...the coagulated blood clots were sticking to her face, this appearance couldn't be described other than horror.

Seeing this, the four of Lao Zheng were immediately frightened out of their wits, their hearts were terrified by the sudden bloody scene, and their legs couldn't help but go weak.

Old Zheng knew that this was a demon he couldn't deal with, so he turned around and wanted to escape, but before he could move, he felt a pain in his back, and a spear made of shadows pierced through his body.

The same goes for the other three police officers, who were pierced through the back by the evil shadow spear, and hung up like pork...

The woman in white giggled and stood up slowly.

As soon as he let go, the head in his arms rolled down on the street.

At this time, the sound of tinkling iron objects hitting the ground sounded, and the cloaked man in a black cloak came over dragging his chain hammer.

The two evil creatures didn't care about each other, they staggered past each other, ready to fight the next target.

Tonight, the cloud and dust are trembling in the midst of terror and evil.

On the tall building of Feng's house in the distance, two Taoist priests in black Taoist robes were buffing their inner strength to their eyes, observing the killing in the city.

Chatting casually and nonchalantly:

"Feng Bo was taken away by Xuanjian Division. I didn't know what to do next. Fortunately, you came."

"The things under Yunchendu are very important, and the Daoist also attaches great importance to them. He wants us to complete the task before the end of the year."

"It's a bit difficult, but it's not a big problem. Are we going to rescue Feng Bo?"

"Let him be locked up for a while, lest he really think that he can not care about us if he takes refuge with King Qi."

"Okay... When will the actions of these evil creatures stop?"

"It depends on the thing under the cloud and dust, but it should stop after dawn."

……

The two of them said, then turned and went downstairs, as if the killings and unjust deaths in the city had nothing to do with them.

(End of this chapter)