He picked up the hot wood and poked it into Zhao Yali's face without eyeballs. The flesh sizzled, thick smoke came out, and the long, slender and beautiful hair was twisted together in an instant.
"Master Daoxian, what are you doing?" Zhao Yamo covered her nose in confusion.
Dong Qingqiu took a deep breath, the smell of burning hair and face mixed with the air.
Passing the wood burning with sparks in his hand to Zhao Yali, Dong Qingqiu walked to the chair where Mr. Li just sat and said softly: "Is your sister pretty?"
Zhao Yamo did not hesitate at all, nodded and said: "Of course my sister is beautiful. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. If...I mean if, when I grow up, I will definitely marry a girl as beautiful as my sister." daughter in law."
Zhao Yamo said with happiness on her face, looking admiringly at Dong Qingqiu who was sitting on the chair, smiling and saying nothing.
"Burn your sister's face, just like a pig killed during the New Year, beyond recognition." Dong Qingqiu put his hand on his chin, raised a smile, and quietly waited for the next step.
Zhao Yamo swallowed, and there were still wisps of white smoke rising from her sister's head. The wound on the neck turned out white flesh, like a fried sausage.
"Do you want to take revenge? It depends on you." Dong Qingqiu, who was sitting in the high hall, closed his eyes and rested, but he seemed to know everything that happened.
When Zhao Ya finally heard this, she no longer hesitated.
In order to take revenge, his sister died tragically in front of him. How did you get to this point? Instead, you hesitated?
What if you can achieve what you want and sacrifice the lives of others, including your own?
This revenge must be avenged!
Zhao Yamo no longer hesitated. The burning wood left deep scars on her sister's face.
Dong Qingqiu smelled the burning smell all over the house, feeling relaxed and happy, enjoying it very much.
Zhao Yamo gritted her teeth desperately to prevent herself from crying.
Sorry sister!
Zhao Yamo was grieving and crying in her heart. It's all because I have no ability, so I can only hide behind my sister, like a shadow in the dark, unable to see myself clearly. There are only lingering sounds in the dark surroundings. He couldn't see ahead, couldn't see anyone, and there was only ridicule and silent crying around him. Suddenly a hand the same size as his own touched him. She is not the light in the darkness, but she holds her hand tightly in the darkness and leads her out of the darkness step by step.
Feeling the warmth coming from the palm of my hand, I was no longer afraid in my heart. But after walking in the darkness for who knows how many years, I still haven't come to the end.
I can clearly feel that the pace of holding my hand is getting slower and slower. I began to feel anxious, urgent, and urgent, trying my best to see clearly what the person who held my hand and kept moving forward and shielded me from the wind and rain looked like.
The more I have this thought, the harder it is to keep up with her pace and see her face clearly. But I know that she must be a very beautiful girl. I must buy a lot of rouge for her in the future and dress her up beautifully so that no one can see her weather-beaten face. Keep the first, most innocent smile to yourself.
As time passed, she began to complain about herself while holding her hand. But he could only lower his head and dare not speak, fearing that she would really not want him when she was angry. I once thought about letting go of her hand and letting her stop carrying the burden. But every time he wanted to let go, he was held tightly by the hand that was already much bigger than him, showing no signs of letting go.
What started as complaints turned into accusations. Whenever he wanted to let go of his hand, unceremonious accusations would sound from the front. She talked to herself angrily, but she was smiling. It turned out that she was also very important.
One day, I seemed to hear coughing, and there was the sound of water on the smooth road under my feet. The hand holding his own also began to tremble slightly. Ask yourself: Are you sick? The only reply he received was a cold reply: Don't worry about it, I'm fine. Just hold my hand and I will take you out.
Her body gradually became more and more fragrant, and she held her hand tightly and walked forward in the darkness for another year.
Until one day, thunder suddenly sounded in the originally dark environment, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the black sky. Through a gap as short as time, I finally saw the person I wanted to see day and night. Her body was hunched against the cold wind blowing in her face, and her messy hair was flying wildly in the wind. He saw clearly and shed tears behind her. She was completely different from what he thought. She seemed to have noticed something. She turned around and gave herself a smile with difficulty with her old face, trying to reassure herself. A strange yet familiar feeling suddenly surged into my heart.
It's my sister!
A stranger woman who could live a good life without caring about herself was simply related to him by blood. She spoke a word and she couldn't help crying anymore.
The eldest sister is like a mother.
Looking down, she saw blood flowing out of her lower body, forming a river of blood at her feet. The blood river under my feet was calm and warm. Except for the deep reverberation when I lifted my feet, it also disappeared in an instant.
Along with the lightning and thunder, a long knife appeared in his hand. It tells itself that they will never get out of the darkness and you will be a burden to her. In order to protect you from the wind and rain, her body has already been scarred and tattered. He shook his head desperately, trying to prove that all of this was false and not all true. Until he lifted his feet, a blood-red and heavy anklet was tied around his sister's and his ankles. My lean body couldn't hold the heavy anklet forward at all, so I relied on my sister in front of me to hold the anklet bit by bit and carry me forward.
My sister's ankles were worn down by the iron chains until the bones were revealed, and the pain was so painful that she could no longer move forward. Looking at his sister who was tortured by him, he finally raised the long knife in his hand, wanting to help his sister end this painful life. With tears streaming down her face, the blade of the knife sank into her sister's body little by little.
The long knife burst out of her abdomen. My sister never blamed herself this time. She just turned around and said to herself: From now on, I am alone and I must live well.
My sister died, but the chains on her feet still didn't disappear. Just when he was about to end his life, an angry voice burst out from his heart.
You idiot, those guys who hid in the darkness, tortured your sister to a state of disgrace, and threw you two siblings into the darkness are not dead yet. They are waiting to see your jokes, and you will never be relieved. Kill them all, and light will come, and your sister's blood will not be shed in vain.
Zhao Yamo threw away the long knife in her hand and knelt on the ground, lying on her sister's body, already crying uncontrollably.
"Sister! Sister..."
Dong Qingqiu slowly opened his eyes, put his hand gently on Zhao Yamo's shoulder, looked up to the sky and sighed: "Get up! I'm hungry."
Zhao Ya finally stopped crying, but still choked with sobs. She looked up at Dong Qingqiu, whose face had not changed at all, and said, "Master Dao, Dao Immortal, my sister is usually the one who cooks, and I don't know how to cook at all. "
"You don't know how to do it, and you take it so naturally. You are indeed your sister's loser." Dong Qingqiu snorted coldly, opened the door and looked at the sharp cold wind outside, and smiled softly.
Zhao Yamo lowered her head in shame, not daring to look at Dong Qingqiu who was standing at the door, and gently stroked her sister's blackened cheeks with her hand.
"How old are you?" Dong Qingqiu suddenly asked.
"Eleven years old. After this year, I will be twelve years old." Zhao Yamo raised her head and answered seriously.
"I will avenge you tomorrow. Now let's temper your will." Dong Qingqiu leaned on the door panel. There was only the sound of the fire in the room, and there was no movement.
Dong Qingqiu laughed loudly and broke the silence, "Take off your clothes. Although your sister's body was chopped into pieces by me, her lower body is still intact."
"No, no. Master Daoxian, I can't do this." Zhao Yamo waved her hand in panic and refused.
"How can you kill your enemy if you are so timid?" Dong Qingqiu sighed, turned around and said nothing.
Zhao Yamo retorted: "Killing is different from this."
Dong Qingqiu covered his face, thinking it was ridiculous, "Why is it different? Isn't it against common sense to kill someone? Only when you really start doing something will you know how difficult it is."
"Everything is difficult at the beginning. If you don't lose your humanity, how can you kill people? How can you feel the pleasure of revenge?"
"Forget it, let me, Dong Qingqiu, do it!"
Staring at Zhao Yamo who would only lower his head when faced with trouble, Dong Qingqiu knew that this kind of person would always only pay lip service.
"Since you don't know how to cook, let's eat meat!" Dong Qingqiu said.
Zhao Yamo said weakly: "Master Daoxian, my family has no meat."
"Hahaha! If you tell lies with your eyes open, isn't there meat on the ground?"
Zhao Yamo was confused after hearing this. Apart from his sister and Grandpa Li, where was there any meat on the ground?
Could it be...
Zhao Yamo covered her mouth in surprise and knelt on the ground begging Dong Qingqiu not to eat her sister.
When Dong Qingqiu heard this, he thought it was ridiculous, "I would feel sick after eating someone like your sister. It would be like swallowing a fly."
"As for this old man's meat, it's too old to taste good."
Dong Qingqiu focused his attention on Zhao Yamo and showed an unspoken smile.
Zhao Yamo was stared at with horror, and she knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately: "Master Dao Immortal, please have mercy on me, Master Dao Immortal, please have mercy on my life."
"Don't worry, I won't eat you. I still need you to take care of my injuries." Dong Qingqiu said calmly.
"Thank you, Lord Dao Immortal, for not killing me. Thank you very much, Lord Dao Immortal." Zhao Yamo burst into tears of gratitude.
Cowardly people can never be strong. Even if you become tough, it will only be temporary. At that time, you will only be afraid of death.
"Keep your sister's body and dispose of this old man's body. Remember not to be discovered." Dong Qingqiu reminded.
"How should Master Daoxian handle this?" Zhao Yamo didn't look like he was joking.
"Bury it and throw it somewhere where no one is around." Dong Qingqiu said impatiently.
"Why not bury my sister's body together?"
"Didn't you say you wanted me to help you take revenge? Your sister is dead, but people outside don't know! Whoever kills whom." Dong Qingqiu pointed at Zhao Yamo's nose and said with a smile.
Dong Qingqiu's stomach growled, and he glanced helplessly at Zhao Yamo, whose ears were watering, "Is there a woman as old as your sister in the village?"
"Yes, there are many. They are often beaten and scolded by the family like animals." Zhao Yamo thought for a while and said, "They are different from my sister."
"Oh? They are different from your sister. How are they different?"
Dong Qingqiu stroked the hair in his hand and looked at Zhao Yamo playfully, not knowing how to answer.
"I don't know what to say? The biggest difference between them is rotten meat and tofu."
"Why don't you speak? Even you think what I said is right!"
Dong Qingqiu raised his head and laughed.
——
The night is dark.
Dong Qingqiu, who was sitting by the fire, opened his eyes. When Zhao Yamo saw this, he quickly stood up.
Dong Qingqiu opened the door, walked out and opened his hands to feel the sharp cold wind at night.
His eyes looked towards a house that was still bright in the dark night.
Zhao Yamo dragged Li Shou's body hard and stopped next to Dong Qingqiu.
Dong Qingqiu asked: "Where is the well in your village?"
Zhao Yamo pointed in a direction with her finger, indicating that the well was there.
Dong Qingqiu nodded slightly and walked towards the opposite path.
Logically speaking, everyone in the village should be basically asleep by now. The strange thing is that tonight, most of the people in the village rushed to the same house.
Heartbreaking cries were heard from that house, gongs and drums were loud, and white flags were hung.
"Master Daoxian, someone in that family seems to have died." Zhao Yamo reminded.
Dong Qingqiu smiled when he heard this: "Didn't someone in your family die today?"
Zhao Yamo lowered her head and remained silent.
"Li Shou, how is this person?" Dong Qingqiu was walking and suddenly stopped and asked.
Zhao Yamo dragged Li Shou, thought for a while and said, "Your grandpa is a very nice person! There is no one in the town that he doesn't know."
When Dong Qingqiu heard this, he muttered in a low voice: "This is really troublesome."
The weather in November was extremely cold and the ground was frozen solid. If a hole was dug to bury Li Shou, someone would definitely find it. He is still injured. If the incident comes to light and he is beaten to death by a group of villagers, wouldn't he suffer a big loss?
"Master Daoxian, what's wrong?" Zhao Yamo asked in a worried voice.
"It's okay. Remember to take care of Li Shou's body. I'll go back first." After saying that, Dong Qingqiu left without looking back, leaving only Zhao Yamo alone in the cold wind.
"Master Daoxian, what should I do?" Zhao Yamo asked anxiously.
"Find your own solution, don't ask me about everything." Dong Qingqiu waved his hand and became the hands-off shopkeeper.
After returning home, Dong Qingqiu kept pacing back and forth in the house.
I originally just wanted to stay one night, have something to eat, and leave the next day, just because I was greedy for the mere sixth-level elixir, but now I am afraid that my life will be on the line here.
It's freezing cold today, and I'm still injured on my shoulder. If I run away now, I'll die or be disabled!
Now think about it, although the sixth-level elixir is rare, how can your own life be so precious?
Now Dong Qingqiu just feels bored.
Since coming back from the reverse flow, a lot of shit has happened.
Never had a good day.
Dong Qingqiu kicked over the bench on the ground. Due to the excessive force, he pulled the muscles on his shoulders. He stood numbly and did not dare to move.
A gust of cold wind blew in, and Dong Qingqiu felt that the pain had eased a little.
Zhao Yamo quickly closed the door, fearing that the cold wind outside would damage Master Daoxian.
"Master Daoxian, I'm back."
Dong Qingqiu said "Yes", then he endured the pain and opened his eyes, looking at Zhao Yamo who was shaking the dust off his body, "Where did you throw Li Shou's body?"
Seeing that Master Daoxian cared so much about this matter, Zhao Yamo hurriedly said: "I'm telling you, Master Daoxian, every time during this period in the back mountain, hungry wolves will come to the village and bite the poultry. I left it where the wild wolf must Even if you are discovered on the road, you will only suspect that you were bitten to death by a wild wolf."
Dong Qingqiu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. But just to be on the safe side, I will wait until dawn tomorrow to see it with my own eyes.
Seeing Zhao Yamo's joy, Dong Qingqiu, who was hard to express, weakly shouted: "Master Taoist Immortal."
"My sister's revenge...?"
Dong Qingqiu then darkened his face, sat on a chair, coughed slightly, and motioned for Zhao Yamo to come forward.
"You have done so many things for me, it's time for me to show you my methods." Dong Qingqiu pondered for a moment, and then said: "Who do you want to kill first?"
"I want to kill Wang Peng and the others." Zhao Yamo blurted out without any hesitation.
"no problem."
"Is it true, Lord Taoist Immortal?" Zhao Yamo was ecstatic and looked at Dong Qingqiu with burning eyes.
Dong Qingqiu slapped Zhao Yamo on the face and stared at his palm, "Just do it!"
"Yes Yes."
Zhao Yamo expressed excitedly.
Dong Qingqiu sat on the chair, bent forward slightly and said, "Tomorrow, you will lure the man named Wang Peng to your home. Remember, it can only be Wang Peng."
Zhao Yamo nodded, and then asked: "Master Daoxian, what should I do?"
Dong Qingqiu smiled and said nothing, "Just say that your sister wants to see him and have sex with him, so she asked you to deliver the message."
When Zhao Yamo heard this, her face was filled with joy, and she whispered: "Wang Peng, I said, Master Dao Immortal will not let you go."
"What is a person muttering about?" Dong Qingqiu asked dissatisfiedly
Later, Zhao Yamo cried out in grievance and complained to Dong Qingqiu about what happened today.
After hearing this, Dong Qingqiu just chuckled and shook his head.
Standing up, he gently and slowly cut off Zhao Yamo's other ear.
During this period, Zhao Yamo did not dare to make a sound and endured the pain until Dong Qingqiu cut off his ear.
"The ears are just for decoration, it's better to cut them off." After saying that, Dong Qingqiu took a bite and carefully savored the taste in his mouth.
Zhao Yamo did not resent Dong Qingqiu at all. Instead, she blamed herself and told Master Daoxian.
Zhao Yamo endured the pain and asked, "What if Wang Peng doesn't come? He is just a child as old as me."
Dong Qingqiu glanced at Zhao Yamo and said disdainfully: "Do you dare to say that you have no wrong thoughts about your sister?"
Zhao Yamo lowered his head and remained silent.
Seeing this, Dong Qingqiu sighed slightly.
"As long as he is a man, no matter whether he is a three-year-old child or an eighty-year-old man, there is no one who is not lewd. Those gentlemen are just beasts in clothes. Tomorrow we will just..."
"Please enter the urn."
Take the remaining uneaten remains between your two fingers and place them gently on the table.
