God Killer

Zheng Xian walked out of the noodle shop. The night was getting darker, and Zheng Xian was very familiar with everything around him. Originally, this time here was the busiest time. After all, everyone had finished work and had dinner at this time, and many people ran out Walking and exercising, there are also many aunts and uncles carrying flags and running away, young people kicking shuttlecock and playing badminton, but now, all these have disappeared, replaced by cold silence.

Zheng Xian walked all the way to the edge of the park. This park is not too big, only about [-] square meters, with lush trees, a lot of grass, and a small surrounding water system. It is a very suitable place for people to relax.Originally, this is the time when there are the most people here. There are a lot of people walking their dogs, and couples holding hands.

Now it's eerie and terrifying.

Zheng Xian's thoughts slowly spread out. For Zheng Xian, he can easily see through the ten thousand square meters.

Zheng Xian quickly found Ma Benzhai.

After a while, Zheng Xian came to the side of a small bridge. There was a bridge hole under the small bridge, and a ball of cotton wool was curled up inside.

Zheng Xian couldn't believe that Ma Benzhai would become like this.

To be honest, Zheng Xian never believed that Ma Benzhai would go crazy, the reason is very simple, because in Zheng Xian's memory, Ma Benzhai was a pious Muslim who could not be more pious. In Zheng Xian's eyes, religion has 1 bad things, but At least a little bit of religion is still advisable, that is, the spirit of a person with pious beliefs will not be easily broken, because when a person entrusts his spirit to his idol worship god, the god will actually become one with this person Now, if you want to defeat this person, you must first defeat the spirit of the god. If you can't defeat the spirit of the god, it is impossible to make this person go crazy.

Because this person always knows that God's Mansion is with him and will come to save him sooner or later. A hopeful person will not collapse easily. Those who collapse are often those who have lost hope and cannot see the future.

For an existence like Ma Benzhai, as long as Allah is still in his heart, how could he go crazy?Of course, if the stone hits the head and causes brain damage, it is still very possible.

Zheng Xian left Zhou Jiaojiao on the slope, walked to the small space under the small bridge by himself, and could smell a stench from a distance.

There are swarms of mosquitoes and swarms of flies. Because the river is full of humidity, people living in such an environment will get sick sooner or later.

Zheng Xian looked at the black thing wrapped in a pile of old quilts and said, "Master Benzhai?"

The quilt shrank obviously, but then there was no movement.

Zheng Xian stretched out his hand and grabbed the quilt, then lifted a ball of quilt, and the thing inside grabbed the quilt firmly and was carried over by the quilt, and a thin body rolled out of it.

Zheng Xian's eyes were as bright as day in the night, and he saw clearly that this thin man was Ma Benzhai.

Ma Benzhai seemed quite frightened, pointed at Zheng Xian tremblingly and shouted: "Devil, devil, you are a devil..."

Zheng Xian stepped forward, reached out and grabbed Ma Benzhai's wrist, and injected a force of vitality into Ma Benzhai's eggy body. No blood clots, no other scars, completely intact and healthy.

Zheng Xian couldn't help being taken aback. If Ma Benzhai's mental disorder was caused by an injury in his brain, Zheng Xian could definitely help him heal, activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and even help him reconstruct part of his brain tissue. But now that Ma Benzhai has no brain problems, then Ma Benzhai's problem was spiritual, and Zheng Xianke couldn't cure the mental problem.

Ma Benzhai suddenly raised his hand and slammed a stone on Zheng Xian's forehead. The stone broke into several pieces and flew around, but Zheng Xian had no problem at all, and there was not even a speck of dust on his head.

"Master Benzhai, I'm Zheng Xian, a guest of your noodle shop." Zheng Xian said.

Ma Benzhai gasped and said: "I know you, you are Zheng Xian, yes, it is you, you are the devil, you are the devil."

This was even more unexpected by Zheng Xian, Ma Benzhai actually knew him, why did he still attack him after knowing him?

Zheng Xian frowned and said, "Master Benzhai, are you not crazy?"

Ma Benzhai laughed like a night owl: "I'm not crazy, it's the world that's crazy, there are devils everywhere, my daughter is an unsaveable and unforgivable devil, even Allah is a devil, everyone is a devil , It's terrible, it's terrible, where did I go, this is hell, this is hell..."

Ma Benzhai yelled at the top of his lungs, but Zheng Xian frowned deeper and deeper. He had no idea what Ma Benzhai was talking about.

At this time, the nine-tailed fox figure floated behind Ma Benzhai, flicked his finger slightly, and a spiritual light floated out of it, hitting the back of Ma Benzhai's head. Ma Benzhai's eyes immediately brightened like light bulbs, and two rays of light were projected from them. This light projected on the canopy of the big tree not far away unexpectedly showed a picture.

This picture shows the most impressive things that Ma Benzhai has ever seen. There is the church in Mecca, there is Ma Benzhen who just gave birth and cried, and there is also a Uighur woman who is not beautiful, but she is a kind-hearted Uighur woman. , Then there are some scenes in the noodle shop, there is even a scene of him Zheng Xian sweating profusely in the noodle shop and eating noodles, which makes Zheng Xian feel very surprised, and then, the picture trembles suddenly, inside A picture appeared in the picture, the person on the picture, Zheng Xian felt strange, but Zheng Xian knew that that person was Zheng Xian's acquaintance, Zhang Ke'er.

Originally in Zheng Xian's impression, Zhang Ke'er exuded the smell of sunshine, pure and young, with a pair of bright and big eyes, slightly dark but healthy skin, the kind of ruddy color that can only be found in outdoor exercise, lips very Red, like strawberries on milk.

But now this Zhang Ke'er, with indifference in his eyes, his complexion has become whiter, but pale, not that healthy white, especially the bright red lips have also turned into a jet black color now, such Zhang Ke'er was indeed a devil.

Zhang Ke'er stabbed a needle into Ma Benzhai's body, drew a tube of blood, then shook his head and left.

The screen switched again, and there were seven or eight foreign Muslims standing in front of Ma Benzhai. Their attire was the same as that of the Muslim couple that Zheng Xian met in the purple gold gourd before. Ring of Allah's Might.

The seven or eight Muslims on the screen refused, but unfortunately there was only the screen, no sound, and could not hear what they were saying, but Zheng Xian could roughly guess that Ma Benzhai should have invited Ma Benzhai from Mecca to help find Ma Benzhen. It's just that I don't know why Ma Benzhai was rejected.Relating to what Ma Benzhai said before, my daughter is the devil's words that cannot be saved and cannot be forgiven. Zheng Xian can vaguely understand that this group of guys should be talking about this at this time.

The picture flickered again, and it appeared that Ma Benzhai was holding the Koran. In front of Ma Benzhai was a huge glass window, and there were three human figures in it. Ma Benzhai should be praying devoutly and seeking the help of Allah. A ferocious devil came out and bit Ma Benzhai. Ma Benzhai was so frightened that he threw away the Koran, and then the picture disappeared.

At this moment, Ma Benzhai seemed to be having a nightmare, his whole body trembling, those images reappeared in front of his eyes, as if Ma Benzhai had gone through his life all over again.

Ma Benzhai was already hungry and lacking. At this time, his strength was exhausted, and his whole body was completely exhausted. He slowly sat down on the ground, his body twitched slightly, and wept freely.

Zheng Xian put his hand on the top of Ma Benzhai's head, and then Ma Benzhai fell into a drowsy sleep.

When Ma Benzhai woke up again, his eyes, which had been slackened, gradually gathered together, and he was surrounded by familiar scenes. He had lived here for decades, and there was even the familiar smell of ramen noodles on his nose. The pure fragrance is just like the one he made with his own hands.

Ma Benzhai started suddenly, and shouted: "It turned out to be a dream, that's great, it turned out to be a dream, really, really, really, come to me soon..."

However, it was not Ma Benzhen who came over, but Zheng Xian who was holding a bowl of hot stretched noodles.

Not far behind Mr. Zheng, two beauties were enjoying themselves with a bowl of beef noodles each.

Ma Benzhai saw Zheng successively full of disappointment, and fell into the brink of collapse again. Fortunately, Ma Benzhai slept comfortably at this time, and his whole body was quite refreshed. Of course, he did not know that when he fell asleep, Mr. Zheng A lot of effort was put on him, which made his rare whole person energetic instead of falling into that kind of chaos.

Zheng Xian ignored Ma Benzhai's emotional changes, put the bowl of stretched noodles in front of Ma Benzhai, and said with a contemptuous smile: "Master Benzhai, you are old and useless, and the noodles I make are better than yours." .”

There are only two important things in Ma Benzhai's life. One is Ma Benzhen and the other is this bowl of beef noodles that is said to be passed down from his ancestors. "

Ma Benzhai knows what a bowl of noodles is like at a glance. The appearance of this bowl of noodles is really good. The noodle soup is clear and the noodles are very elastic. Sure enough, it was almost as small as the noodles he made by himself.

Ma Benzhai raised his spirits, then curled his lips and said, "Boy, have you heard of Dugu Qiubai, the world's invincible? This is my status in the noodle world. You are still young."

Immediately, Ma Benzhai picked up a noodle with his chopsticks, and after putting it in his mouth for a while, Ma Benzhai screamed in shock.

This noodle is really delicious, such a noodle can be called unparalleled in the world.

Especially seeing the two girls behind Zheng Xian burying their heads in eating the noodles without looking up, it seemed that the noodles had great allure.

Ma Benzhai felt as if he had returned to his dream. This noodle had a taste he had never tasted before.

Ma Benzhai grabbed Zheng Xianqi and said, "What's the matter with this side? What bad things did you add to this side?"

Zheng Xian saw that Ma Benzhai had the wonderful look in his eyes again, and said with a smile: "I put one more condiment than you, but I won't tell you that your restaurant is now my shop. Zheng Xian’s, I just sold him, do you think the business will be much better than yours if I run this store?”

Ma Benzhai was stunned for a moment, and suddenly fell back from that state of seeking knowledge to a decadent state. He shook his head and smiled wryly, "Forget it, what's the use of making delicious noodles if I can't find my daughter? I'm not interested in your recipe anymore."

Zheng Xian watched Ma Benzhai put down his chopsticks, depressed again, and said, "Do you know where your daughter is? Why don't I go and rescue her?"

Ma Benzhai was taken aback, then turned to look at Zheng Xian, "Can you help me find my daughter?" Ma Benzhai was like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, his eyes lit up immediately.

Zheng Xian nodded, but Ma Benzhai's expression dimmed again. He shook his head and said, "It's useless, it's useless. My daughter is locked in a huge square building, which is full of dangers. I'm looking for it." The full moon warriors of Allah managed to enter it. My daughter was sealed behind the glass curtain wall and nailed to a pillar. I begged the full moon warriors to save me, but these full moon warriors said that my daughter I have completely turned into a devil, completely irrescuable. I held the Koran and asked Allah to come and help me save my daughter. Who would have thought that a devil would emerge from the Koran. God, even God has abandoned people like me You can't, I appreciate your kindness, but if you don't want to die too early, stay away from me, both of us, father and daughter, are sinners abandoned by Allah."

Zheng Xian couldn't help frowning slightly when he heard Ma Benzhai's narration. He originally thought that Ma Benzhen was lost, or even died under some ruins, but he never thought that Ma Benzhen was in the current state. Zheng Xian knew that Ma Benzhai was right about the image projected from Ma Benzhai's head by the tailed fox.

Zheng Xian said: "You just need to tell me where she is, how to save her, whether Ma Benzhen can be rescued, I have arrangements."

At this time, Zheng Xian was full of confidence. Zheng Xian had already been to two cemeteries. In this world, there was really no place he couldn't go to, and there was no one he couldn't save, unless he was already dead.