The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

Chapter 210 The old friend is not there

Everyone was overwhelmed by this sudden disaster.

But even though the young man was seriously injured and bleeding profusely, he still tried his best to save him from the mouth of the monster.

After Zhuoyao settled down the patriarch, while saving people, he looked around for the youth.

When she found Nan Lin, the boy was dying and passed out in the fire.

She took Nan Lin to the Peach Blossom Forest, stood alone on the cliff, manipulated the piece of black soul jade, used the evil spirit to drive away the flying birds, and trapped them into the cliff where she hid before she met Nan Lin Only then did the disaster subside temporarily.

On Lingqi Cliff, everyone believes in gods, and they have lived here for generations. They have lived their lives in peace and stability. No one has ever really seen a monster, let alone encountered a catastrophe that endangered their lives.

Those who survived firmly believed that Wang Gui's death was an accident, and the flames and monsters of unknown origin were mostly because Nan Lin was born with an unknown body, which caused the monsters to bring disaster to this place.

If Nan Lin is not removed for a day, Ling Qiya will never have a peaceful day.

The young man undoubtedly became the target of public criticism, no one listened to Zhuo Yao's explanation, no one believed her.

They are all accusing and swearing, and even forget who saved their lives.

The platform dedicated to the Taoyuehua God was built overnight. One is to pray for God's blessing, and the other is to sacrifice to living people.

Zhuo Yao was afraid of accidentally hurting someone like last time, so she wanted to protect the seriously injured Nan Lin and leave.

But those people didn't intend to let them go.

If it drags on any longer, Nan Lin will die. Just when she was about to make a move, the young man's weak voice stopped her.

"Xiao Zhuoyao, don't scare people."

At this time, Zhuo Yao realized that she had once again uncontrollably started to kill.

The fenced courtyard was destroyed, and she and Nan Lin had nowhere to go, so they could only stay in the peach blossom forest.

Nan Lin was seriously injured and had a high fever that night. If she was not treated in time, her life might be in danger.

Taking advantage of the dark night, Zhuo Yao went to the mountains to look for medicine.

However, once she left, she would never find that white-haired boy again when she came back.

The boy who said he would never lie to her still lied to her after all.

It's been a hundred years, but every time I think about it, the scenes that happened in the past are very clear in my mind, and the picture is still like yesterday.

She guarded this empty cliff, watched the sun rise and the moon set, saw the four seasons change, and faced that painful past time and time again year after year.

How cruel and desperate is it to her?
People often say that the most terrible thing in the world is not forgetting, but the pain that is forever imprinted in the heart, deeply rooted in the soul, indelible and tortured day and night.

She couldn't forget it, but her memory became clearer and clearer, and the obsession in her heart turned into deep-rooted resentment.

Since then, I have hurt others and myself, and never let others go, let alone myself.

Once Nan Lin died, overnight, the innocent little girl became an emotionless body, and started to kill wantonly, not only slaughtered the whole village, but also thought of killing all the people in the world.

Zhuo Yao recalled that year, suddenly squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, broke down and cried, distraught.

"However, Nan Lin is a human being, not a monster, he is a living person, if he is thrown down, he will die, but they..."

"them……"

She cried so hard that she could hardly breathe, her thin shoulders trembled uncontrollably, the pain was so painful that she couldn't speak clearly, and there was a monstrous hatred in her red eyes.

"Those human races, they are ungrateful, they forgot Nan Lin's kindness, and they forgot that Nan Lin had saved their lives in spite of himself!"

"Nan Lin, he is the best person in the world I have ever seen, he shouldn't die in vain..."

At this point, Zhuo Yao's voice suddenly became sharp and fierce, "They killed Nan Lin, they deserve to die! They deserve what they deserve!"

"He is such a good person, how could he die, how could he just disappear, I don't believe it!"

Her voice gradually weakened, hiding endless sorrow.

"But, but I searched over and over again, over and over again, for many, many years, but I couldn't even find his bones. I had no choice but to keep eating people's souls, strengthening my cultivation, and defending him. here."

The long-term accumulation of hatred has turned Zhuoyao from the lively little girl in the past into a pathological and paranoid resentful spirit.

Shen Tangluo's brows were tightly frowned, his face was as deep as water, and he didn't interrupt her, but just looked at the gathered flames under his feet without saying a word, as if nothing in the world could make her even slightly moved.

Everyone in the world is afraid of ghosts, and they all say that ghosts are born of cannibalism and are the source of the worst evils, but in fact, what is more terrifying than ghosts is the human heart.

But not all those who were killed by Zhuoyao were bad people.

Wuying's round eyeballs were wide open, and she wanted to open her mouth, but seeing Shen Tangluo's icy face, she immediately didn't dare to make any noise.

Nangong Mo pursed her lips tightly, but she couldn't remain indifferent. She moved quietly and looked down.

The red flames that entered the eyes, at this temperature, gold and stone can be instantly turned into fly ash when dropped.

Just standing here, there will be a strong uneasiness in my heart for no reason.

What kind of despair would it be if someone was careless and fell down?
What's more, the little girl in front of her was crying and complaining that the person who was very important to her was thrown down alive.

Thinking of this, Nangong Mo covered her heart, shook her head, couldn't help being startled and frightened, and at the same time, felt a little pity for Zhuo Yao.

Everyone has a heart of pity and weakness. She is not a plant, so how can she be truly ruthless?

However, at this moment, Shen Tangluo suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Zhuo Yao's arm, and pulled her up.

Her face was as frosty, with a hint of irritability appearing between her brows, showing disgust, her voice was cold, and she sneered:
"Why are you crying? Crying is the most useless thing in the world. He devoted his life to protecting you. If he is still there, if he knows that the little girl he sacrificed to protect you is a wicked ghost who has no conscience and has committed countless crimes." !"

"You said, would he regret saving you?"

Even though she had her own heart, she should never have killed everyone.

The sound of crying and swallowing stopped abruptly, and Zhuo Yao suddenly raised her head to look at Shen Tangluo, her eyes were clearly in a daze, motionless.

To put it bluntly, she listened to it and understood it.

A line of tears fell from the corner of his eyes, and Zhuoyao's tearful almond eyes were covered with a gray color, completely left with despair.

Shen Tangluo was even more disgusted, let go of his hand, and sneered: "No matter how unwilling you are, this is not the reason for you to commit murder."

"You said that Nan Linhan died unjustly, so those innocent people who were thrown down by you in the past hundred years deserve to die?"

After finishing speaking, she turned her back with a blank face, and stroked the black soul jade dyed with faint light, thinking about something, her eyes were a little cold, and there was also an impenetrable depth hidden in her eyes.

Zhuo Yao's heart trembled, she looked at Shen Tangluo in shock, unable to recover for a while.

Did she do something wrong?
She did all this to avenge Nan Lin, how could she be wrong...

After a while, Shen Tangluo squinted his eyes slightly, glanced at Yan Buwen and Nan Gongmo, no matter whether Zhuo Yao understood or not, he asked again:
"Not everyone is as evil as you think. How did the two of them provoke you, and you are going to kill them?"

(End of this chapter)