After listening to the man's story, the fool spat angrily, hating why he kicked him in the first place. He should have let the couple die in the deep mountains and old forests.
"You two don't have to be sad, I've looked past it myself." Seeing that the two of them looked bad, the man quickly comforted them, "The ghost messenger who picked me up said that as long as people do bad things, they can't escape the punishment no matter what. I lost it. Although I have not made any contribution to society in my life, I am confident that I have never done anything wrong. I have also practiced a lot of small virtues. The ghost said, maybe I can still choose when I am reincarnated. As for the direction, I will play the piano in my next life. Those songs that I have already mastered will be a new experience for me. How great... Moreover, their group will not end well. They are guilty. If there are too many, you will be repaid sooner or later..."
"They have already suffered their retribution." Fool and Baomu looked at each other for confirmation and decided to tell the man the truth. "We don't know about the woman. The man is already dead and committed suicide."
"Suicide!" The man looked even more shocked than when he mentioned the news of his own death. "He will commit suicide? What's going on?"
The two threw the bodies of the dog and the man into the wild, and then it was gradually revealed that the man was inexplicably possessed.
"Oh my god...this...this should be considered good news...but it's so strange."
"It's very strange," the fool began to dismantle the plastic sheet wrapped around the man, "so we hope to get some clues from you. Did you really not notice anything else?"
"Speaking of which..." The man clumsily cooperated with the fool and got out of the plastic cloth, "Before I woke up, I seemed to have seen the faces of the two of them... I thought it was an illusion."
"Then what?"
"Then he passed out again, and when he woke up again, it was just the two of you."
Well, it seems that’s all he knows.
"But what happened to your hand?" Baomu asked.
"My hand?" The man looked down at his empty sleeve, "Have you seen my hand?"
The fool hesitated for a moment and told him about being attacked by the skeleton hand.
"Is it my hand?" The man looked complicated.
"It should be," Baomu nodded, "Do you know what's going on?"
"I don't know..." The man shook his head blankly, "But are my hands here too?"
"Also on this mountain."
"Then..." the man hesitated, "Can you help me find my hand? Please."
***
The Taoist priest and Luo Jiutian looked at the place that should have been in ruins from a distance.
It was truly a ruin.
Blackened bricks and tiles, collapsed walls, and dust that has not yet dissipated seem to be floating in the wind in the air.
But there are people in the ruins of the village.
Luo Jiutian and the Taoist Master walked through the last ditch and came to the jungle opposite Lianshui Village.
From the few surviving chimneys, thick smoke with the smell of food billowed out. The broken villages were bustling with people, and the empty windows reflected shaking figures.
"What's going on?" Luo Jiutian hid behind a tree, "Didn't you say that everyone in the village was burned to death?"
"Hush -" the Taoist priest stared at the window closest to them, "look carefully."
The yellowing sunset light reflected the dark figure in the dark window. Luo Jiutian squinted his eyes and observed for a while, then took a breath of air.
"them……"
"Yes," the Taoist priest stood up straight, "they are all dead."
Walking back and forth in the window were dead people covered in charred black bodies. The sound of chopping and cooking vegetables echoed in the village. People in the whole village were doing the same things as when they were alive.
"I should have thought of it earlier..." the Taoist priest murmured, "Jiutian, we are no longer on the Fire Lotus Mountain."
Luo Jiutian looked sideways at the Taoist Priest.
"We are now in the middle."
"Jie? Xiquan?" Luo Jiutian quickly took out Panlongchi, "But I didn't feel anything."
"I didn't feel it either. This time is very different." The Taoist leader walked out of the woods and began to approach the village. "Let's go, Jiutian, let's enter the village."
"Ah? Are you going in like this?"
"Just go in like this," the Taoist priest waved his hand, "I'll find you something to eat."
The Taoist priest did not hesitate, bypassing the first house and walking towards the depths of the village.
Luo Jiutian saw the appearance of the person in the room at close range. The person's facial features were burned by the fire and he was sitting on a stone bench next to the door in a daze. The left half of the person's body had been charred. The two of them were She walked directly in front of him, but he didn't react.
In the second house, there was a female-looking person cooking vegetables. The woman's long hair was messy and curly, but her face was still intact. When she saw them passing by, she didn't even raise her head, she just focused on cooking.
"It seems that this Xiquan does not belong to them," Luo Jiutian commented professionally, "These dead people have no personal will at all. They are just props arranged here by the world master."
"That's right." The Taoist leader continued walking forward without looking back.
"Then what should we eat? Shall we eat what they cook?" Luo Jiutian lost control of his expression and looked at the broken pot with a grin. "They can eat the dead as they like, but we are living people."
"Of course we can't just eat the rice they cook," the Taoist priest finally stopped, "but we can use their ingredients."
Luo Jiutian unknowingly followed the Taoist priest to a vegetable field. It was early autumn, and the vegetable field was lush and green. The Taoist priest waved his hand and pointed at the vegetables in the vegetable field.
It's like saying, "Look, this is the vegetable plot I contracted for you, you can eat whatever you want."
***
It's not so easy for girls.
Not to mention relaxed, Wen Ling already felt that the curves of his body were being reshaped by the underwater mud. Although he usually hoped to squeeze his flesh more perfectly, according to his own ideas, he shouldn't do it anyway. It's this pinching method.
Qin Yin opened her mouth and felt the air in her lungs being squeezed out, but she quickly closed her mouth again. She was afraid that she would spit out her intestines as well.
When the red light appears, all feelings disappear.
They thought they were dead.
Unfortunately, no.
Because there are worse things waiting for them.
With two bangs, the two fell onto a piece of soft ground. The sudden fall brought up a cloud of red dust. The two coughed and climbed up from the ground.
"Wen Ling!" Qin Yin saw Wen Ling not far away and ran over quickly, "Are you okay?"
"fine……"
Wen Ling coughed violently.
"That's good."
Qin Yin patted Wen Ling on the back and looked around at the scene.
Red, red everywhere.
The stone lotus petals disappeared.
Xiaolan disappeared.
