Beast

Sanli Gou has not changed much, except that the paths connecting each household are muddy, and the turbid muddy water is mixed with livestock excrement. Sanli Gou is a barren mountain and one part of the land. There is very little land that can be used for farming. At this time, it is in the midst of farming.

It’s the season, but every household is still busy at home.

Yang Qing carried Bu Yuanshuang's body, causing the villagers to watch. When they saw Bu Yuanshuang's pale face covered with black and blue, they all hid far away, muttering in fear, "Who is this man?"

, you are still carrying a corpse, what are you doing in our Sanligou?"

"Old lady, why do I think that dead man looks like an old divination man?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Dad Bu Zhuang has been missing for more than three years. Don't tell me, he looks familiar."

…

All the villagers who saw Yang Qing carrying the body were hanging far behind, gathering together to point and curse.

Yang Qing heard clearly what the villagers whispered, and thought that he had been reckless again, escaping from the devil's cave, and was filled with excitement, emotion, and other emotions, which led to him not thinking carefully about the matter.

Feeling a little guilty, he couldn't help but quicken his pace, trying to get rid of these villagers. The villagers wanted to find out the whole story, but how could they be thrown away like this? The village was so big, and no matter how fast Yang Qing was, he couldn't do without the many villagers.

sight.

"Click"

Yang Qing was slightly annoyed. These villagers were so clueless. What fun was there to watch the funeral of the dead? He stopped and kicked the fence on the road. The wooden stakes on the fence were broken by one kick.

He turned back to look at the villagers coldly, snorted coldly, and then continued walking towards Bu's house.

When the villagers saw that such a thick piece of wood had been broken by a kick, they all stopped and looked surprised. Then they saw dozens of people who became more courageous.

"Damn it, I'm so scared of him. We can't kill him with a group of people."

"Let's go, let's see if he dares to touch a finger of mine, even his hair is not even..."

Everyone was noisy and cheered to keep up, but no one wanted to get closer.

The three short houses of the Bu family have not been repaired and appear to be more dilapidated. The courtyard doors are closed and the courtyard is empty.

Yang Qing sighed secretly in his heart, the sunshine was so good today, and the Bu Zhuang brothers and sisters did not want to let their mother be exposed to the sun in the courtyard.

Pushing the door open, a musty smell hit my nostrils. Before I could see what was going on inside the house, I ran straight to the front door.

Faced with a blow, Yang Qing did not dodge or dodge, but shot faster. With two fingers, he pinched it and it turned out to be a kitchen knife for cutting vegetables.

"hey-hey"

Bu Zhuangniang's voice became even weirder, and she stabbed again with the scissors. In less than two months, her speed and strength increased a lot.

"Peng"

Yang Qing secretly thought something was wrong, and raised his leg to kick Bu Zhuangniang in the lower abdomen. Bu Zhuangniang groaned in pain and threw herself into the firewood. Her face was twisted, and she struggled to rush forward again.

"Peng"

Bu Yuanshuang's body fell to the ground, and he moved to the side of Bu Zhuang's mother. He stretched out his hand and pinched her neck, and without even looking at her, he rushed into Bu Zhuang's room.

Bu Zhuang's house looked as if no one had lived in it for several days. The bedding was scattered on the kang, and there were actually black drops of blood on the bedding. The slight smell of blood showed that the blood stains had been there for three or four days.

Yang Qing did not stop and rushed into the next door. He was relieved by the situation inside the house. The Bu Zhuang brother and sister were tied to the pillars of the house in disheveled clothes. They must have been restrained by Bu Zhuang's mother while they were sleeping.

The two of them had sweat towels stuffed in their mouths and looked depressed. When they saw Yang Qing rushing into the house, they all screamed for help. Their faces turned yellow and they lost weight. It seemed that they had not had any water in a few days.

The rope as thick as his thumb was tightened tightly, and there were purple bruises on his skin. Yang Qing grabbed the rope with both hands and exerted force, and the rope snapped.

"Young hero, you are back," Bu Zhuang said with chapped lips and a trembling voice. He looked panicked, scared, and excited at the same time.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Little sister Bu Zhuang cried in panic and aggrievement, and suddenly hugged Yang Qing with her arms, as if this was how she felt safe.

Yang Qing could understand the helplessness of the Bu Zhuang brothers and sisters at this time. The fear that had accumulated for several days burst out at this moment. The Bu Zhuang brothers and sisters had not had any water for several days. Their bodies were tied and unable to move. Their bodies were weak and numb, and they could not stand up at this time.

Little Sister Bu Zhuang hugged her tightly, and it was hard to push her away. The ground was cold, and she couldn't let Brother and Sister Bu Zhuang lie on the ground like this. Yang Qing stretched out his hand to hug Little Sister Bu Zhuang to the kang, but Little Sister Bu Zhuang

The clothes are disheveled and a piece of skin is exposed.

"At this time, you are still so coquettish," Yang Qing thought to himself, no longer scrupulous, and lazily picked him up.

"Silk"

There were marks on Miss Bu Zhuang's body, and the movement affected her injuries, and she was sucking in cold air.

Little sister Bu Zhuang was light and it was effortless to pick her up. She held her waist with one hand and her legs with the other, and was about to put her on the earthen bed. Unexpectedly, there was a noise at the door.

In the blink of an eye, a group of people were heard entering the house, and the noise was even louder. When Little Sister Bu Zhuang heard the sound, she curled up like a frightened rabbit in Yang Qing's arms.

"Woo..."

The stick made a sound and hit Yang Qing on the head. With Yang Qing's physical condition, the skin would break and bleed even if he was hit. When Bu Zhuang saw this situation, it was too late to stop him.

"Peng"

Yang Qing didn't even look back and kicked him backwards.

"Clang"

The middle-aged man with a wooden stick in his hand was thrown backwards against the wall and bounced to the ground. He covered his lower abdomen with his hands and opened his mouth, unable to scream.

Yang Qing put down the little girl Bu Zhuang, pulled the quilt over her body, walked to the middle-aged man, pulled him out of the house by his collar.

The room was crowded with people, and some were still standing on the stove, tilting their heads and looking into the room. When Yang Qing came out, they all made no sound.

Several villagers who were checking on Bu Zhuangniang raised their heads and looked at Yang Qing angrily.

"Get out." Yang Qing threw the middle-aged man to the ground and said in a cold tone. "I won't say it a second time."

Yang Qing was gentle with others, but now he was angry and lost his good temper. His face was covered with frost and his eyes were fierce.

The villagers who squeezed into the house timidly did not know whether to leave or not. They looked at each other and had no idea.

"Uncle and aunt, please go out first, the young hero is here to help me," Bu Zhuang climbed to the door and said hurriedly when he saw the people in the stalemate.

Yang Qing stopped talking, walked to the firewood pile, pushed aside a few people, picked up Bu Zhuang's mother and returned to the house, leaving the rest to Bu Zhuang to deal with. Bu Yuanshuang's body was left there without caring about it.

Bu Zhuang's face was darker and bluer than before, and even when she was unconscious, her mouth had a strange expression. Young sister Bu Zhuang was not too surprised to see her mother like this. She straightened her clothes and looked at Yang Qing expectantly.

Yang Qing put his spiritual consciousness into Bu Zhuangniang's eyebrows to see if her soul was infected. If the soul was infected by the underworld, there was nothing he could do. He searched carefully and found that the soul was still pure.

Little sister Bu Zhuang was anxious at the side, but did not dare to urge her.

He turned over his hand and took out the Dark Soul Stone, and the room was instantly filled with green light. Ignoring Miss Bu Zhuang's eyes, he placed the Dark Soul Stone in Bu Zhuang's hand, and with his spiritual consciousness, he manipulated the Dark Soul Stone to absorb the dark energy.

The light from the Mingming Stone was even brighter, and even Bu Zhuang and others could see it. Bu Zhuang's brows were furrowed, her face was panicked, and the black and blue color on her body was swimming, trying to break free.

There was not much yin energy in Bu Zhuangniang's body, but it had been infected for a long time, and the process of pulling it out was not pleasant. Bu Zhuangniang was still awake and moaned in pain.

Wisps of blue-black strands entered the Mingming Stone along her arm, and Bu Zhuangniang's expression gradually became quieter.

"Photo" Yang Qing shouted in a low voice, absorbing the last bit of struggling Yin Qi. Except for the paleness of Bu Zhuangniang's complexion, there was no trace of strange bluish-black color, her breathing was steady, and her expression was quiet.

"You hold it too"

Little sister Bu Zhuang followed what Yang Qing said and held the Mingshi Stone, which was the size of a fist and had a smooth and cool surface. She spent time with his mother day and night, so it was inevitable that she would not be infected by the Yin Qi.

"wake up!"

Yang Qing whispered, there are still things that need to be dealt with by Bu Zhuangniang. At this time, her body is just weak and nothing serious. She will just take some care in the future.

"Huh?" Yang Qingniang hummed softly, as if waking up in the morning, her eyelids trembled, she stretched and opened her eyes.

"Mom! You're okay," little sister Bu Zhuang said in surprise, her voice still choked with sobs.

"Why are you crying? Crying so early in the morning can bring your father back. He might have run away with some goblin. Stop crying. Mom will cook for you." Bu Zhuangniang said angrily. She thought it was early in the morning.

I just woke up, and all the memories I had for a long time seem to have been forgotten.

"Why are you still sleeping with a stiff neck?" Bu Zhuangniang said as she twisted her neck.

"Ah! Who are you? There is a thief!" Bu Zhuangniang was stunned and then screamed.

Bu Zhuang ran in crawling on the ground and pointed at the stove. When he saw his mother, he was at a loss for a moment.

"Brother, my mother's illness is cured, she's completely healed." Little sister Bu Zhuang's tears were streaming down her face, but her voice was full of surprise.

"You are..." Bu Zhuangniang pointed at Yang Qing, then rubbed her head with her hands, trying to remember.

"Mother, mother," Bu Zhuang's expression was complicated, mixed with excitement.

"Mom, look, is that my dad?" Bu Zhuang's voice was trembling, and he half-walked, half-crawled to his mother's side.

"Where is it!" Bu Zhuangniang said eagerly.

Yang Qing didn't expect things to develop like this, but he felt no guilt. He walked to the stove and picked up Bu Yuanshuang's body in front of everyone.

"Yuan Shuang..." Bu Zhuangniang cried, as if she was crazy.

"He has become a demon and is a ghost," Yang Qing said expressionlessly.

"Hoola!"

The villagers who were watching the excitement ran outside their houses as if they were avoiding the plague.

"The demon has been deeply possessed, and the mind is in chaos. There is no room for recovery. It was me who killed him with my own hands," Yang Qing said in a heavy tone.

"You who have killed a thousand swords, you will pay with your life." Madam Bu Zhuang rushed forward and wanted to fight, but she was hugged by Bu Zhuang.

Yang Qing ignored the expressions of several people and briefly explained the location of the Demon Cave and what had happened.

"You're kidding a kid, you'll pay with your life." Bu Zhuangniang refused to let her go, like a crazy woman.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you, I have a clear conscience." Yang Qing said in a heavy tone, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

"Young hero, let's go, I believe in you." Bu Zhuang was equally sad. Although he didn't know what a monster was, he could tell a thing or two from his mother's situation.

"A murderer must pay for his life, and I want you to pay for his life," Bu Zhuangniang screamed, her voice hoarse and her expression hysterical.

"Mom! Can you please stop making trouble?" Bu Zhuang was confused and shouted to his mother for the first time.

"This amount of gold and silver..." Yang Qing couldn't say it. What's the difference between giving out gold and silver as compensation at this time and buying people's lives with money?