In the sky above Fugui Village, thunder roared through the clouds.
But Song Ciwan was completely immersed in that unspeakable past. Grief, anger, pain, resentment, unwillingness... strong emotions conflicted in her heart. Who could not hate such an old relationship?
hatred! hatred! hatred!
Thunder and lightning are angry, the sky is sad and people cry.
Calling on the stars and ghosts on cups and plates, the mountains are full of ghosts and people are cold when they eat.
There are ghosts and monsters in the world, so don’t blame the world for creating devil caves.
How can this anger be overcome? How can it be broken?
It turns out that so many of the weird things in the world are born from humans. When he became weird, he was possessed by a demon. When Song Ciwan put himself in the situation, he seemed to be like the people in this story. He was angry at what he was angry about, hated what he hated, saw the pain he saw, and fell into the demon he was possessed by.
This is the danger of the Void Demonic Sword. It hurts when you think about it, and you feel sad when you feel it.
Of course, as the person who performs this technique, Song Ciwan still has the home field advantage after all.
The first layer of the Void Demonic Sword is filled with inner demons. When she starts practicing, an illusory inner demon seed will be planted in her heart. This demon seed is named after the inner demon and also feeds on the inner demon.
If she can defeat her inner demons, the demon seeds will grow. The growth of the demon seed can also make her heart pure and pure, and protect the gods.
When one thing rises, the other will disappear, which invisibly has a restraining effect on inner demons.
Now, in the display of Song Ciwan's Dongzhao Technique panel, there is a side sect: Void Magic Sword, the first level of inner demon movement (proficiency 328/1000).
The skilled inner demons stirred up, causing the inner demon seeds in Song Ciwan's Niwan Palace to grow to the size of a fingernail.
Small but refined, illusive and hazy, with a sense of transparency.
There was also a faint clear light shining through it, shining in Song Ciwan's soul, so that even though she was full of indignation and endless anger, she still had a trace of clarity.
She is not Pang Shougui, nor Pang's wife, nor anyone in this wealthy village. She is not a ungrateful victim who went south, killing weak human skins and animals. The evil of others cannot make her punish herself!
Amidst the thunder, the tusk boar man transformed into the giant village chief stood up. He raised his head to the sky, covered in gray mist. Human words came out from the beast's head, and his tone was full of infinite grief, anger and unwillingness.
He asked the sky, as if he was questioning his inner demon, and asked Song Ciwan: "Have I ever done anything wrong? I pity the weak and cherish the suffering, and am I wrong to help the victims who came from afar?"
There are still thunder, lightning, and electric snakes darting back and forth in the sky, seeming to be responding.
The invisible sword of inner demons pulls between illusion and reality.
Song Ciwan said: "You are not wrong to show mercy to the weak and cherish their suffering, and to save people in danger."
Wild Boar continued: "I go out early and come back late, work hard, and never slack off to support my family. I am also caring about the villagers and try to be as fair as possible in handling disputes. Even though I am a small village chief, I never show favoritism to anyone. I am wrong. ?"
Song Ciwan said: "You are right to work hard to support your family and to do things fairly."
The wild boar got the approval, but became even more angry: "Then the benefactor who took in my mother is filial to his elders and treats him kindly. Is this wrong?"
Song Ciwan said quietly: "Filial piety is the first of all virtues, and this book is not wrong."
The wild boar's front hooves plowed, and the pig's head was eager to escape from the gray mist. The anger became more and more unbearable: "I am not wrong, so why did God treat me like this? I took them in kindly, why did they kill the people in my village?"
"My little girl, she was... eaten by a pig!" The wild boar howled loudly, and the words gradually became garbled.
"I don't have a son, but it's not like I can't have another child. When I saw someone's grandson having a good birth, I just praised him a few times. I didn't ask him to bully Xiaoya!"
"Madam, madam, why are you so impulsive?"
"Mother..."
"God, I have grievances. I won't rest in peace. Even if I become a ghost, I will eat those evil people!"
"I am a ghost, but aren't those things worse than ghosts? What's wrong with me taking revenge?"
"Why, why was it that I was trapped here in the end, unable to be reincarnated?"
"I don't accept it, I don't accept it!"
Wild boars howl and moan, and thunder snakes shuttle across the sky. The gray dome shrouds this small village left in the gap between time and space. If you look closely, it looks like a prison!
At this moment, Song Ciwan suddenly understood that the villagers of Fugui Village transformed into strange creatures after experiencing the tragedy, and instead engulfed all the victims who had massacred the village.
And this is not the end, but it is another beginning.
A strange situation is formed. For the creatures coming here from the outside world, this is purgatory on earth, a terrifying and desperate situation. But for the villagers of Fugui Village, is this actually a prison in hell from which they can never escape?
Therefore, they hate, hate, hate. Only infinite hatred can perhaps express their feelings.
"Why?" The wild boar transformed into a giant village chief was still looking up to the sky and asking. Every sound seemed to turn into a giant hammer, hitting Song Ciwan's heart. "Why on earth? Why did God deceive me? I don't accept it! Kill, kill, kill ...Go to hell, go to hell!"
He ran forward, gray smoke billowing from his body.
During the ferocious rolling, it seemed as if something even more terrifying was struggling and brewing.
Song Ciwan summoned up the remaining energy in his dantian and dodged with his feet.
The giant village chief's hatred was still affecting her, but her thoughts seemed to escape from the turmoil of the sea of hatred, as if illuminated by the bright moon, as clear as ice.
She spoke very fast and without confusion, saying one by one: "It is not wrong for you to pity the poor and cherish the suffering, but it is a big mistake to underestimate your own abilities. It is even more wrong to alienate relatives and stay close and far away!"
"As the village chief, you still insist on luring the wolf into the house, even though you know that there is a steady stream of victims in the Northland and the conflicts between all parties are intensifying. Are you really right?"
"As a father, you always emphasize that your child will have enough food and clothing, but you never pay attention to her real living conditions. She has been bullied, beaten and scolded for a long time, and you see her every day without noticing. Are you really right? "
"As a son, you only know how to obey your mother, and you think it is filial piety. But you turn a blind eye to your mother's partiality. Is this really kind?"
"Why did you die and become a ghost? Your wife killed several people in a row and committed suicide in the end, but she was not here and never turned into a ghost. Have you ever thought about the reason for this?"
This sentence "Your wife has never turned into a monster" seems to have become a wonderful switch. As soon as this sentence came out, the gray mist rolled, and the head of the giant village chief suddenly turned away. He no longer looked up to the sky, but stared. Staring at Song Ciwan.
