Infinite Script Killing

"Woo~~~"

The deep sound of the horn suddenly echoed in the King's ears, and time suddenly began to blur in front of his eyes.

In a daze, when he opened his eyes again, he saw that there was a boiling bronze pot in front of him. The pot was filled with boiling steam, and the human corpses could be seen rolling in the boiling oil.

"where am I??"

Team Wang's heart tightened, and he suddenly turned around. Xu Tong and others behind him had long disappeared. Only the monk, covered in black robes, strolled towards him with a blood-stained blade in his hand.

"Get away!"

The look on Captain Wang's face changed suddenly, and he roared, but suddenly found that he couldn't move. At some point, two figures appeared beside him, one on the left and one on the right, lifting him up and facing him. Walk in the direction of the bronze pot.

In his sight, he saw the Buddha statue behind him flickering in and out of focus under the firelight. Those silent eyes were scanning down from above. Instead of the kindness of the Buddha, there was only a sinister cold light.

"Guluuluulu..."

Watching the boiling oil pot getting closer and closer, Team Wang's expression became more and more frightened. He struggled desperately, but his limbs did not move at all, as if he had completely lost consciousness. He could only watch helplessly as he was carried on the iron In front of the pot, with a slight throw, the figure suddenly fell into the oil pot...

"Plop!!"

The cold water instantly penetrated his collar.

Xu Tong slowly opened his eyelids, and what he saw was bottomless darkness and emptiness.

Hallucination?

At this time, several huge bubbles floated gurglingly under the water, and familiar sounds came from the bubbles. When he looked at them, his expression suddenly became serious.

Some guys in straitjackets let out intrusive laughter, and twisted faces flashed in front of him through the blisters.

He remembered the faces, but some memories had been blurred by time.

Turning his head, the scene turned again, and he saw a delicate face emerging from another bubble. He smiled and took out a knife from his pocket: "Xu Tong, do you know? Living is actually a disease. , only death is the cure for us."

As he spoke, he put the knife on his neck and slashed lightly, and blood immediately dyed the entire bubble red.

Seeing this, Xu Tong's face began to look more and more ugly, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his hands were struggling in the water.

"Xu Tong! Xu Tong! Don't sleep, look at that shadow...if you fall asleep, he will eat you and take your place!"

"The world is big, but do you believe it? In fact, we are just a grain of sand..."

"Xu Tong, you know, our life is like a book. After turning this chapter, there will be the next chapter. This is rebirth..."

There were more and more bubbles in front of me, and countless crazy words came from the bubbles.

The chaotic memories of what he had seen and heard kept emerging before his eyes.

"boom!"

Suddenly, as the bubbles burst, the world in front of him suddenly became quiet. A pair of huge eyes in the dark divine water slowly opened, with scarlet pupils staring at him.

In the darkness, the demon king with green face and fangs became more and more clear. The demon king's arms were broken, and drops of black blood filled the water.

His eyes were fixed on Xu Tong. There was no sound or movement, but those scarlet eyeballs were as suffocating as a bottomless abyss.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and he actually felt a special resonance, as if he was staring at himself through the devil's eyes, as if he was looking in a mirror.

In a daze, he seemed to understand something, and stretched out his hand to grab the demon king in front of him.

However, the moment he stretched out his palm, a flute sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

"wrong!"

Hearing the sound of the flute, Xu Tong suddenly retracted his palm and suddenly raised his head to look at the demon statue in front of him.

His eyes narrowed into a slit: "You cut off your arms as a sign of letting go, and used the devil's mind to cross people's hearts. Little did you know that the human heart is like the sea, and the world is like a furnace. How could you just let it go when you said to let it go? You can't become a Buddha yourself, and you still want to cross other people's hearts." Become a Buddha, why is there a worthless thing like you among the devils?"

"Rumble, rumble..."

As if stimulated by his words, the demon in front of him shook, and countless bubbles emerged from the water, which were more fragmented memory fragments.

Xu Tong even saw himself being pinned down on the bed and forced to take a tranquilizer.

But he was no longer moved by this. Instead, he watched calmly, as if he was an outsider watching a movie that had nothing to do with him.

After a moment, he mocked: "You only have some means."

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed one of the bubbles. Inside the bubble was an old man with white hair. The old man was squatting in the corner, writing and carving on the wall with his bloody hands.

The tips of his fingers had been worn to the point of exposing the bones, but he didn't even realize it. The paintings on the wall were also stained with blood and had a few crooked buttons.

Looking at this familiar scene, Xu Tong took a deep breath. This old man took good care of himself in the hospital. He would always leave the apples in his lunch for himself. He always said that he was a painter, but no one could paint his paintings. understand.

On this night, he suddenly started painting desperately. The day after he finished painting, the old man died in the ward.

"Do you think it's painful for him to be regarded as an alien in the eyes of others? But how do you understand that the things he painted are like a world, a pure land of bliss, in his eyes."

As he spoke, he turned the bubble over in his hand, squinted one eye and looked again, and saw a stunning landscape painting in the room appearing in front of his eyes. Those twisted lines presented a completely different A sense of impact.

He doesn't understand what art is, but if he were to evaluate it, it is art, but it is art that ordinary people cannot understand.

"It's okay to hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening. If you let go of this kind of spirit, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch it!"

As he spoke, he gently pushed out the bubbles in his hand. The floating bubbles suddenly fell quickly and hit the Demon King's face hard. With a dull sound, the Demon King's body in front of him suddenly fell apart.

As the demon king's body shattered, a huge thrust hit him, his eyes blurred for a moment, and his closed eyes suddenly woke up.

I saw the five of them still standing in front of the Buddha statue.

It's just that everyone's expressions on their faces were particularly weird. Captain Wang seemed to be stimulated by something, his face was dark and he didn't say a word.

"Hoo!!! You finally woke up." Yang Guanjin held the flute, and it was obvious that the sound of the flute she just heard was played by her.

"The jar is indeed not entirely filled with corpse oil. It is also mixed with a kind of poison. Anyone who smells it will fall into hallucinations unconsciously. I am different from you. I am protected by Miao Gu and will wake up immediately. Otherwise, we are afraid Don’t even think about waking up for a while.”

Yang Guanjin explained to them.

At this time, Yang Zixuan suddenly sat down on the ground, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat as if he had been fished out of the water.

In his fantasy, he saw too many people who came to seek his life.

These people seemed to be dragging him into the abyss. Looking back now, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.

When he looked up at Xiong Tao again, he found that this guy didn't seem to have woken up from the hallucination. There was a smack in the corner of his mouth, and he was muttering: "Hamburgers, elbows, noodles, Coke... they are all mine!"

The corner of his mouth twitched. He knew that Xiong Tao was a fitness instructor in reality, but he didn't expect that these were the things that this guy was obsessed with? He stepped forward and slapped him hard.

"Crack!!"

After two slaps, Xiong Tao's cheeks suddenly swelled up, and he woke up with a start. He looked at his empty hands with a blank look on his face. He found that the burger was gone and his elbow was gone. He couldn't help but smash his mouth. , licked his tongue, and realized that he seemed to be dreaming.

“There’s something wrong with this place, let’s leave quickly!!”

Seeing that Xiong Tao had woken up, Xu Tong immediately urged everyone to leave here as soon as possible.

Hearing what he mentioned, Yang Zixuan immediately noticed something was wrong. The Buddha sitting on the altar was supposed to be opened after the time was up, and his body was taken out for worship.

You can't just sleepwalk together every time you open a forum. This is unreasonable.

Thinking of this, Yang Zixuan's heart tightened: "Yes, leave quickly!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a rustling sound all around, and the sound became louder and louder. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a red thing suddenly emerging from the bushes.

"what is that??"

Captain Wang was startled when he saw these bright red things, which were as big as adults. They kept popping up their heads and had two slender hairy horns.

One, two, and one red fruit kept popping up in the blink of an eye, and for a while the surroundings seemed to be covered with flowers.

But wait for Captain Wang to get closer and take a closer look.

When he saw the bright red fruit, it began to squirm slowly, and its sharp claws and dark and shiny back were poked out from under the green leaves...

"hiss!"

A chill could not help but be breathed into his heart, like a basin of cold water pouring down from his head, chilling him from head to sole. What kind of fruit was that? It was clearly the head of a centipede.