God Bestows Evil

Chapter 246 The past of King Luo

Wan Xiuling put the tattered yellow talisman on the ground into a garbage bag.

The ground finally showed its original color. Under the yellow talisman was a smooth black stone floor with complex patterns drawn with gold lines...

Wan Shixiong once told her that this building is called the Temple of Heaven, and it is the most sacred place in the world.

 But now it seems that this is a first-class dangerous place.

After being busy for a while, Wan Xiuling began to sweat. She laughed to herself. She had been taken care of so well by Wan Shixiong in the past ten years that she almost forgot how to do housework.

 Speaking of Wan Shixiong…

Wan Xiuling took a sneak peek.

At this time, Wan Shixiong was more than two meters tall, his skin was glowing blue, his fangs were almost protruding under his lips, and his loose robes were stretched tightly around his body, making him look extremely weird.

 He and five other people stood side by side, staring intently, like puppets, with no self-awareness.

 “This is the immortality you want…”

 Wan Xiuling's eyes flashed with sadness.

 She was number one at the time, but she is still alive today.

Perhaps Wan Shixiong was subconsciously avoiding her when he was choosing his victims. After all these years, there must still be fatherly love...

 Click!

Wan Xiuling bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, blood oozing from the corners of her mouth.

“That’s so mean, Wan Xiuling, how can you still have illusions about him? He is a scumbag and a devil, and there is nothing worthy of your nostalgia!”

 She warned herself over and over again in her heart, trying to cut off all the remaining emotions towards Wan Shixiong.

 Sweep, sweep.

  She approached the mad woman and Yan Ting.

 …

 “Talk?”

Yan Ting didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he pointed at the body on the ground and said.

"There is nothing to talk about between us. You won't even let your followers go, and you can't let me go."

 The mad woman shook her head.

 “You are different…”

The mad woman didn't care whether Yan Ting was willing to listen or not, so she told him a story on her own.

 The great ghost of King Luo does not exist.

He was born as a result of the incense offered by the villagers on Luowang Island. Although he can't even fight ordinary imps, he is the **** of incense and walks the right path.

 Since his birth.

He has been using his meager strength to help the simple villagers. On Luowang Island, no one closes his house at night and does not pick up things on the road. There are few quarrels between people. It is a paradise-like place.

 Suddenly one day, the plague came.

The king of Luo could not cure the plague, but he could transfer it.

 Just at this time.

The head of the Yan family suffered from a plague, so he approached King Luo and asked him to remove the plague from his body in exchange for helping King Luo become the 'Superior Yin God'.

  King Luo agreed.

Although he is the **** of incense, he is too poor. With the incense of Luowang Village, he will still be a small village **** hundreds of years later...

 So he began to transfer the plague from the Yan family...

 After the long plague period, only the Yan family survived on the island. Everyone except the Yan family died due to the transfer of the plague, and King Luo also fell from the righteous **** of incense to an evil ghost.

 …

“Do you understand, helping me become a **** is what you and your family should do!”

"Starting twenty years ago, I summoned a Yin Commander every year, and it was not completed until ten years ago. I was finally able to become a superior Yin God, but your father betrayed me at that time!"

“He colluded with the top ten villains I created, and at the cost of his own death, interrupted my god-making ceremony... I ask you, is your father Yanye a treacherous and shameless villain?”

 The more King Luo spoke, the more excited he became, and his words were full of hatred and hatred.    Listen to what he says.

 Yanting finally understood why he wanted to tell the story.

He just told stories to express his hatred and anger towards the Yan family, and after he became a bitch, he set up a memorial arch. I used to be a good god, but it is all because of you that I am like this...

Yet Ting, whose heart was filled with despair, was still touched by these words.

 He finally knew the truth behind his family’s death and his family’s sinful past. These facts made his pupils tremble wildly and his heart ache.

Yan Ting clutched his chest, looking extremely painful.

But just two seconds after the pain, his expression changed slightly, his eyes showed a meaningful look, and then he lowered his head and howled in pain.

 Yanting's screams made King Luo very satisfied.

He brought Yan Ting in advance just to torture him a little. How can he do this if he keeps acting like a zombie?

  Dan Yanting lowered his head.

 Actually, it’s to cover up one’s happiness!

When he just touched his chest, he touched something unexpected...

 It’s poker!

 Wu Xian’s poker!

At that time, on the first floor of the hotel, when Wu Xian helped him commit suicide, he wiped the blood on his hands with his shirt. At that time, he took advantage of the situation and stuffed two playing cards into Yan Ting's clothes!

Yan Ting once saw with his own eyes that Wu Xian used this poker to unleash incredible abilities.

No matter what Wu Xian's purpose was for putting the poker in his clothes, it can at least change the stagnant situation. Yan Ting's future may not be so gloomy...

 Yanting raised his head.

The mad woman pointed at Yan Ye's body with disgust on her face.

“Go and throw this away, farther away. Just the sight of him makes me feel sick.”

This mummy is not easy to move.

There was no water in the corpse, so it didn't weigh much, but just touching the corpse made them feel cold and stinging, as if they were holding an ice cactus.

 So the eight young men and women worked hard for a while, but only moved a little distance.

 Being busy.

Wan Xiuling was suddenly startled.

The great ghost of King Luo's disgust at this corpse is not fake.

From what she overheard, King Luo wanted to crush Yan Ye's bones and raise ashes, but instead of destroying the mummy, he didn't even throw it away in advance even though he was annoyed by it.

The eight young men and women moved so slowly that King Luo did not ask Wan Shixiong and others to help...

 Do you not want to?

Still can’t do it?

Wan Xiuling raised her hand and said, "This body is too difficult to move. Can I cut it up and move it away?"

King Luo was overjoyed after hearing this and threw the dagger he had just used to slit his throat. If he hadn't been unable to do so, he would have wanted to whip Yan Ye to death. Now he could take advantage of Wan Xiuling's hands to dismember Yan Ye. .

 The other seven young people were shocked.

The situation is scary enough now. Why does Wan Xiuling take the initiative to dismember her body?

 But Wan Xiuling had her own ideas.

She spent a lot of effort to remove one of Yan Ye's arms, wrapped the wrist with a thick cloth, and walked out with difficulty.

King Luo nodded with satisfaction. It was indeed faster to cut and carry it.

When she went out, Wan Shixiong followed her all the way, so King Luo was not worried that Wan Xiuling would escape.

But just after Wan Xiuling walked more than ten meters, she suddenly threw her arm back, and the cut on her shoulder immediately hit Wan Shixiong in the face!

The tall Wan Shixiong was unexpectedly knocked to the ground. He struggled on the ground for a long time without getting up. The wounds on his face healed at an extremely fast speed and then collapsed again!

Wan Xiuling's breathing quickened.

Her guess was indeed right, none of the ghosts wanted to touch this severed arm.

 This broken arm.

　　It turned out to be a weapon that makes all ghosts afraid!

 (End of this chapter)