Shu Lie was knocked to the ground and vomited blood.
He clutched his chest and staggered up, only to see Hu Shilan walking slowly and standing in front of him.
The fox tail rolled out and wrapped around Shu Lie's neck.
"cough……"
Shu Lie was forcibly lifted up. He was holding his neck, and the veins on his forehead were stretched.
Hu Shilan just looked at him indifferently, seeing the aura dissipate little by little.
Shu Lie transformed into a black rat in order to escape.
But at this moment, an ice pick blocked his way.
"squeak……"
After another pause, he was knocked to the ground by the fox tail.
The black rat was wrapped around the neck again, but this time, there was no room for resistance.
Hu Shilan said: "Have you ever thought that today would happen?"
The aura of the black rat gradually faded, and the vision in front of him gradually darkened.
He was unwilling, but he had no chance.
For a short while.
It was the end of an eight-level demon.
Hu Shilan breathed a long sigh of relief. This time she settled what she had always thought about.
She thought of A Nian and the 'nagging' in those years, and a tear flowed from the corner of her eyes, but she quickly became indifferent.
Hu Shilan turned around and looked at the wasteland strewn with corpses.
The young man squatted in a pool of blood, hugging his knees and letting the rain hit him.
Hu Shilan stepped forward and came to the young man.
The dog raised its head and looked at the visitor.
Hu Shilan looked at him and asked, "You're going to die soon."
The dog opened his mouth slightly, lowered his head and said, "I know."
"Do you have any regrets?" Hu Shilan asked.
The dog paused for a moment, his eyes looking at the tragedy around him.
He was silent for a long time, but didn't know how to answer.
Hu Shilan took a step forward, stretched out her hand, and wiped away the blood stains on the young man's face.
She seemed to mistake this young man for that A-Nian, but then she paused and quickly withdrew her hand.
Li Wennian is dead.
The dog lowered his head and murmured: "Help me, kill me."
Hu Shilan paused for a moment. After hearing these words, she fell into a trance again.
"He also said the same thing to me back then, and he also wanted me to kill him."
Hu Shilan sighed softly and said, "So, you'd better find someone else."
As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to leave here.
As far as she is concerned, this demonic realm has nothing to do with her.
The dog looked up at her and whispered, "I beg you."
Hu Shilan didn't stop or look back.
She came here just for revenge.
She didn't want to be involved in anything else, so she just left here alone.
The dog collapsed on the ground, and he looked sideways at the sword on the ground.
He reached for it.
But the moment he picked up the sword, the demon blood in his body seemed to be affecting his mind like crazy.
"ah……"
A roar came from the dog's mouth.
He picked up the sword and tried to get it closer to his neck, but he let go of it halfway.
The sword fell to the ground, and the blood-red color in his eyes faded away.
The dog fell down.
Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
"Why……"
The dog lay in the pool of blood, crying but suddenly laughing.
At this moment, he truly went crazy.
There was no blood-red color in his eyes, but his laughter was particularly sad.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
His chest heaved, and his shrill laughter spread throughout the wasteland.
Mucang on top of the city clung to the city wall, his veins bulging, and he wanted to go down to the city to pick him up more and more.
Lao Scar stopped him and shook his head at him.
"why not!!!"
Mucang clenched his fists, stared at Lao Scar and shouted: "He is a human! Not a monster!!"
Old Scar frowned and said, "But he can kill people!"
Under Lao Scar's low roar, Mucang became completely silent.
Mucang's clenched fist hit the city wall, making a roar and cracking a hole.
Frustrated! !
Old Scar continued: "If the person named Song was here, he would choose this way. Furthermore, have you asked him himself? If he wanted to come back, why would he stay there? Maybe he is better than us. It all needs to be clear.”
Mucang was silent. He wanted to speak several times, but was so powerless.
On top of that green mountain.
Qing Tianyou stood up, and the shrill laughter reached his ears.
He opened his mouth and said to Chen Changsheng: "He is crazy. This time he is really crazy."
Qingtian You couldn't bear it, turned to look at Chen Changsheng, and asked: "Please help him..."
Chen Changsheng looked at him and asked, "How should Chen help him? Help him wake up? But what happens after he wakes up?"
Qingtian You was startled.
Yes, after waking up...
I'm afraid it will be even more painful.
He was originally from the demon clan, and naturally he was not a kind person, but when he looked at this young man, he felt so unhappy in his heart.
I wanted to fight for it, but the result was silence.
The hemp rope is specially chosen to be broken at the thinnest part, and bad luck is specially designed to find the misfortune.
That young man ultimately failed to survive such misfortune.
It’s crazy, but it seems like a relief.
…
The boy went crazy and laughed all day long.
The shrill laughter lingered in everyone's ears day and night.
No one or any demon dared to step onto the wasteland to stop it.
After a few days, the corpses on the wasteland began to rot, and a putrid smell hit the bridge of their noses.
At first, the vultures were hovering over the wasteland, wanting to eat the carrion, but they were all scared away by the shrill laughter.
The crazy young man began to collect the corpses in the wasteland. He arranged the corpses one by one to distinguish the humans from the monsters.
"That's good..."
As the young man walked on the wasteland, he would stop from time to time to talk to the putrid corpse.
"I know a very powerful swordsman."
"Others called him the leader. He killed many monsters by himself. He was very powerful, but then he died."
"I was not far away at the time, and I just looked at him like this. I didn't want him to die, but I couldn't do anything about it. I was so sad, so sad, so sad."
The corpse couldn't speak, but the young man seemed to regard it as a living person.
He not only talks to people, but also to demons.
He often talks about a white fox. He says that white fox is very powerful and a very good monster.
He would often talk about a gentleman.
"Mr. Chen is a very good person."
He would often say this to the corpse, sometimes several times a day.
Later on, the boy became more and more weird.
He began to imagine that the corpses could talk.
"where do you live?"
"so far……"
"You asked me where I live?"
"I seem……"
The young man was in a trance at that moment, and finally turned into a murmur.
"Can not remember."
