I lost to money ability

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and raindrops hit the ground like needlepoints. Yan Yu looked at the box in front of him in disbelief.

She clenched her hands into fists and finally opened the lid tremblingly.

Lightning illuminated the entire forest, and Yan Yu could clearly see the remains of children lying around in the blood-red box.Either the body is naked, or the internal organs are hollowed out.

All the spirits of the children disappeared, leaving only cold stumps.

The disbelief in Yan Yu's eyes was gradually replaced by anger. She held her breath and put all the stumps and arms in the orphanage.

"Just pretend you haven't been here in this life, and you must be happy in the next life."

When Yan Yu set fire to it, it burned away the humiliation, the filth, the mud, and the soul.

The fire was raging, and Yan Yu seemed to see the disappearance of innocent smiling faces in the light of the fire.When the thick smoke disappeared, she packed up her emotions and turned to leave.

At this moment, Zhao Yong was neither human nor ghost, his black robe was casually draped over his body, his bare chest was covered with black mysterious lines, he didn't care whether the ground was clean or not, he walked around barefoot.

In the dark room, there is only a bright and dazzling incandescent lamp standing beside the hospital bed.

Lin Yi's limbs were tied to the hospital bed in a "big" shape, and her tears had dried up. She looked at the light above her head dully.

Zhao Yong was completely possessed. He was fiddling with excitement on the test bench. For a while, only the sound of bottles and cans colliding could be heard.

Suddenly there was a whimper, although the sound was very soft, it was still very obvious in this quiet and dark space.

Zhao Yong frowned unhappily, the blackness in his eyes flashed, and he looked gloomy at the door of the small warehouse on the right.

The whimpering was quickly interrupted, as if someone covered his mouth with his hands.The surroundings became quiet again, and Zhao Yong continued to make potions.

"Wow, I'm going home!!"

The clear crying sound instantly aroused Zhao Yong's killing heart, he flashed to the warehouse door and opened it, and the children hugged inside looked at him in fear.

In the middle of the crowd, a gray-faced boy with tears in his eyes, the age of four or five is very common in small warehouses.

Zhao Yong raised his hand to suck the boy's void, grabbed his neck with his right hand, and said fiercely: "Since you don't want to live anymore, then try my newly prepared medicine!"

The boy's breathing was blocked, and his face was flushed. He struggled with his feet in the air, and kept beating Zhao Yong's arm with his hands, but it was useless after all.

Zhao Yong mercilessly plunged the needle into the meridians of his neck, and after the injection of the medicine in one needle, he watched the boy go from struggling to trance to closing his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the boy's skin shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, like an apple suddenly dehydrated, wrinkled and shriveled.

He threw the boy aside in disgust, watching his flesh and bones slowly erode, and finally turned into a pool of blood cells.

The children in the small warehouse were all terrified, covering their mouths for fear that they would become the next target.

Zhao Yong looked around and saw that no one dared to make a sound, so he locked the door in satisfaction.

Lin Yi, who had witnessed everything, remained expressionless, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

Zhao Yong walked to her side, his greedy eyes swept over every inch of Lin Yi's skin, he stretched out his dry and dark hands to caress Lin Yi's forehead, nose, mouth, all the way down, and finally stopped at the lower abdomen.

He changed his greedy look, and his eyes were filled with eagerness: "Master Demon Lord, everything is ready, just wait for you to be born, and the Three Realms will quickly fall into a place of eternal doom."

But the fear in her bones made Lin Yi tremble involuntarily. The feeling of countless black shadows entering her body a few days ago and biting her flesh and blood is vivid. Don't, she doesn't want to die, she wants to live.

Who will come, who will save her!

Zhao Yong stood up and slapped Lin Yi's face. Seeing her crying, he wiped away her tears with distress, and said softly: "At the beginning, you said that you would do anything as long as you got attention. What you want, I have fulfilled your request, and you should keep your promise."

He wrapped Lin Yi's hair around his fingertips, tugged gently, and asked, "I promised, right?"

Lin Yi's mouth was stuffed with cloth strips, unable to speak, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Zhao Yong seemed puzzled, sighed for a while, and said in a contemptuous tone, "Stupid and selfish people, they should have expected this day, shouldn't they?

To gratify his shameful vanity, he is willing to sacrifice.Heh, you should know that human beings are ants, but there are always people who can't see their identities clearly and want to find a sense of existence among the ants, such as you, for example, immortal cultivators. "

Mentioning these three words, Zhao Yong's eyes seemed to be poisoned, and he gritted his teeth when he said the three words "immortal cultivator": "I'm just an ant. To seek profit for oneself under the pretense of the cloak. We devils are upright, and your kind hypocrisy is disgusting."

"However," he changed the subject, "It's sad and ridiculous that there are immortal cultivators in this place where the aura is thin."

He stroked Lin Yi's face again: "Is that Yan Yu you mentioned really a cultivator? If she is really a cultivator, maybe I can spare your life."

Hearing this, Lin Yi nodded desperately with tears in her eyes. She really didn't want to die, as long as she didn't die, she could give everything in exchange.

As promised to Zhao Yong at the beginning, as long as she is given good food and clothing, she will promise anything.

"Don't cry, your emotions will affect the growth of the magic fetus, you"

Before he finished speaking, a scalpel suddenly flew across his face, leaving a bloody gash on Zhao Yong's face covered with black lines.

He twisted his neck at a weird angle, raised his hand to wipe the blood and then sucked it away. He looked at the person standing in the dark, with a strange black light flashing in his eyes.

"Could it be you, Yan Yu?"

The person who came did not answer, Zhao Yong just got up, the figure in the dark disappeared, and the surroundings were silent.

Terrible black mist began to spread in all directions, and the light of the incandescent lamp was weakened a lot. Zhao Yong felt someone moving very quickly around, as fast as lightning.

Suddenly, Zhao Yong moved. He quickly moved his legs and kicked the running man out of the room. Various furniture were smashed to the ground and there was a crackling sound.

When Zhao Yong walked there, there was no one on the ground.

He frowned, and suddenly felt the air surge behind him. He raised his hand to block the kick on the right, and grabbed it. The people behind him turned around and attacked him again.

Zhao Yong was kicked to the ground, he slapped the ground in anger, and got up straight from the ground.

Not wanting to continue circling, the black mist in his palm surged up in a swirling shape, and then spread to the surroundings. All the surrounding furniture was involved and torn into pieces.

The vortex expanded all the way to Lin Yi's side, and there were no living things except the furniture.

Zhao Yong tilted his head in doubt, and focused his eyes on the bed where Lin Yi was. The long sheet covered everything. He controlled the demonic energy and walked slowly.

While lifting the sheet with his left hand, he struck out fiercely with his right hand.