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But it's so true.

It wasn't because of the demon that I regained the ability to think, but it was what I whispered in my mind.

Logically speaking, his divine thoughts are still being perfected in practice, and it is impossible for him to have the devil appear, but he has experienced ups and downs in the first half of his life, his soul is missing, and his practice is too radical to guarantee the hidden dangers .

So I thought about it again, but couldn't understand it at all, so I had to put it down, carry the prey and backpack, and continue on the way home.

This time, the road was clear and nothing out of the ordinary happened again. When you climb the last mountain, you can see the faint outline of the mountain below. I felt relaxed in my heart, but looking at the moon late at night, although it was just a fantasy, it delayed a lot of my time, thinking that Xiaoguang was still waiting for me to cook at home, and I couldn't help but return to my heart like an arrow, Speeding up a bit under my feet.

The whole picture of Pingze Valley gradually appeared in front of me, but the more I looked, the more I felt something was wrong. Until I got closer to where I could see it, my heart suddenly tightened. Where was this or the flat feet when I left in the afternoon?

What came into view were the scorched ruins, which looked miserable, as if there were no people half alive.

I took a breath, feeling that I might still be the devil in the dream just now, not separated.

As we walked down the aisle, there were only a few splintered pieces of wood left, and there was a lot of smoke in the dark charred areas.

After I left the customs, my home was my residence. It was particularly serious here, with almost nothing left. I searched for a while without realizing it and walked to the village, Uncle Wang's home and Uncle Wen's home. Including Shen's old house, everything was burned down. When passing by, in addition to the remains of the ruins, you can also see several charred corpses from time to time.

The rest of Pingzegou were massacred.

I was in a trance. It's hard to believe. I can't believe that the neighbors who also laughed with Yan Ran's neighbors yesterday have died, leaving only a pile of ashes.

Once my heart is hot, it's not that I haven't killed the village to destroy the family, but slaughtering and being slaughtered by others are the natural differences between the two feelings.

He is emotionally fragile, but faced with the death of someone he has lived with for many years, he cannot accept such a terrible thing.

He walked around the ruins, feeling confused.

Of these people, Uncle Wen is the most helpful to him. He has always regarded him as a relative. Aunt Wen's meat is his favorite, Xiaoguang's favorite, and their child Xiaoyu, who is not yet this age, spends all day Following his little ass naked. Uncle Wang next door often drives his cart into the city. He never talks to himself. He only allowed himself to be called uncle, but he knew his name was Wang Gou. There are also the Shen family who manage the old house, who are arrogant and arrogant to the villagers, but respect themselves.

The people and things here are like several families to him. He thinks he can live here for the rest of his life, just like Aunt Wen said, wait two more years before telling his wife to let him take root here.

It's a pity that they are gone now.

I also regret the killings I've done in the past, but I don't want to repay them so quickly.

Killer, people always kill it, he understands this truth, but the retribution for himself is good, why is it always the people around him, Ning'er's death, Lu Wen's betrayal, Qing Yan's serious injury...? The piled up parts floated to his heart again, almost suffocating him.

Xiaoguang, yes, Xiaoguang, I seemed to wake up suddenly, turned around and ran back to my house, kept pulling at the ruins, and dumped the whole wreckage into the sky, but Xiaoguang's body was not found.