Unlucky black cat

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Jiang Sheng was not a murderous soul.

But at this moment, in anger and self-blame.

Under the uneasiness of being embarrassed.

In the hateful whisper of the evil spirit.

Jiang Sheng, who had thousands of resentments sealed in his body, finally could no longer contain the killing intent in his heart.

He should have sensed the monstrous rage of the monster in front of him.

The old abbot took half a step back and ordered to his three disciples.

Stick to the sacrificial maiden, and I will activate the Buddha's head!

Hearing the master's shouts of encouragement, the middle-aged monks also knew that there was no way out for anyone at this point.

So they all gritted their teeth and blocked the center of the Buddhist hall with their bodies, chanting scriptures at the same time and preparing to perform Buddhist teachings.

But not before they finished the spell.

A certain dark shadow was already approaching.

He gently held an obstructing Tianling Cap with his hand, and then hit his knee in the air, knocking a big head into pieces.

Red and white sprayed all over the floor, and the evil aura of the cat demon's beastly face made it even more demonic.

In fact, Jiang Sheng didn't even think about killing him as soon as he came up.

Unfortunately, judging from its current mental state, it is obviously unable to contain any strength.

Therefore, the scene unfolding in a flash is inevitably a bit cruel.

The cat-headed orc with its claws spread out suddenly became closer to what the old abbot called it.

evildoer.

It is true that Jiang Sheng is no longer a creature that can be defined by a single species.

Therefore, whether you call it a monster or call it an evil obstacle, it is understandable.

But it couldn't figure it out after all.

I can't figure it out.

Hey, what are you afraid of?

The black cat turned his head and looked at the monk beside him who was still trembling and retreating.

He died in an instant. Compared with the pain of having his tongue pulled out, and the bad luck that girl will experience in the future, it is nothing at all, right?

So, you who have done these things, are you actually afraid?

With this thought in mind, the black cat reached out coldly and clamped the neck of the monk in front of him.

Watching the other party struggling, his facial features distorted.

In the bottom of its heart, there was a bit of joy for no reason.

It turns out that cruel people like you are actually afraid after all.

All dharmas are here, slay evil spirits and disperse them!

The next second, Jiang Sheng was distracted for a moment.

The last monk in the hall had already come to his senses.

He also prepared a spell and punched the black cat in the back of the head.

However, the weak spiritual light could not even break through Yun Gui's flesh and blood.

But it completely aroused the ferocity of the cat demon.

As a result, Jiang Sheng's mouth slowly opened and he no longer played with the prey in his hands.

Instead, he smashed the person directly into the floor, dragged the remaining rotten flesh, and rushed towards the stunned monk.

Roar!

Along with a growl that was no longer cat-like.

The monks were knocked into the air, and countless figures jumped under the beam, on the ground, and to the left and right of others.

The continuous sounds of tearing, hitting, and screams made the old abbot standing under the hands of the Buddha break out in cold sweat.

He knew that he was witnessing a murder, but he could not see the murderer at all. The opponent's movements were so fast that his eyes could not react. And this seems to be the nature of cats.

They like to kill and kill the prey they have captured.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Feeling his claws scratching the flesh in front of him again and again.

Feeling the blood splattering everywhere, warm and sticky.

Feel the life passing by bit by bit from the torso of others.

There was a smile on Jiang Sheng's face, and the hatred of the resentful spirit was undoubtedly eating away at it.

But at this moment, it does not hate this kind of erosion.

I even felt a little relieved.

therefore.

It broke every bone of the monks and disassembled every inch of muscle.

Unrestrainedly, he vented his usually suppressed emotions.

The increasingly terrifying speed was vividly displayed by it.

It was a crushing force that shattered the internal organs.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Until a heart that was still able to beat was crushed by the demon's feet, trampled into flesh, and fell into the cracked stone slab.

In the Buddhist hall, except for the beheaded Bodhisattva, there is no place that can be said to be clean.

The blood stained everything was scarred.

In the chaos just now, the old abbot would have been affected and died. But he forcefully opened the magic circle on the Buddha's head and barely managed to save his life.

Hoo, ho, ho.

The old monk, who was panting in embarrassment and had consumed a lot of spiritual energy, looked at Jiang Sheng who finally stopped taking action and said tremblingly.

Donor, have you calmed down?

Then, without waiting for Jiang Sheng to reply, he continued: Listen to me, if you have conditions, we can sit down and talk in detail. Now you can't hurt me, and I can't cure you. How about we shake hands and make peace? Like this. It has nothing to do with others. I have maintained the Bodhisattva temple from generation to generation, and I just want to take care of the people here. The deceased has passed away, why should he continue to die?

Do you know why I came?

Finally, Jiang Sheng shook off the blood drops from his fingertips.

The poor monk doesn't know.

Won't you be unwilling to accept that I killed three of your disciples?

They died for the people, and they deserved their death.

Then why don't you die for the people?

If the poor monk dies, who will come to pray for blessings every year?

Can the things you do really make them safe for generations to come?

Of course, it is even more than that. The little donor Zhuang and his biological mother are selfless and will surely be guided by my Buddha to go to the Western Paradise.

Yeah?

Jiang Sheng lowered his eyes.

But at this moment, the old monk suddenly took action.

He suddenly heard the sound of Sanskrit sounds, and the light of the Buddha beads in his hand flowed, and he was approaching the cat demon in one breath.

However, just when his face showed ferociousness, the things in front of him seemed to disappear one after another.

Then, without warning, the confused old abbot felt a pain in his chest.

He lowered his head and saw a bloody hand that had penetrated his chest, holding a piece of torn flesh.

What did you dream about?

Jiang Sheng, standing behind him, asked quietly.

There was a clear curiosity in those cat-like slender pupils.

Hoo.

Your Highness, the old monk spit out a mouthful of blood.

The surroundings were very clean, at least not as good as the hell on earth in his dream.

As far as the eye can see.

There was only a woman who was not breathing, an unconscious girl, and three cold corpses.

What did you dream about?

When he closed his eyes, the old monk once again heard the nagging voice of the black cat.

Did the Buddha come to pick you up, or was it so bloody that it was unsightly?