White Bone Monkey King

Blood energy and yin energy surged in Aping's left arm, and letters written in blood appeared on his arm.

Those blood letters carry resentment, anger and crazy thoughts of killing in the face of the injustice of heaven and earth.

His left arm was not made of paper, but made of flesh and blood, an arm stripped from the body of the scholar in blood.

A Ping chased him out and saw that the fourteen-year-old beggar was about to escape back to a guest room. He pressed his fleshy left hand against the wall and saw bloody handprints extending rapidly from the wall.

A skinless muscular corpse hand protruded from each bloody handprint, like a dense spider web blocking the entire corridor, blocking the way forward of the little beggar.

"Liu Guang, you little beast, do you still recognize me? I told you that even if I became Li Hun, I would not let you three little beasts go!" A Ping couldn't suppress the anger in his chest and shouted angrily.

Angry voices echoed on the third floor.

hey-hey--

Jiejie——

Gulu gulu gulu——

The perverted killers, monsters, resentful spirits, and corpse demons hiding on the third floor began to gradually wake up from their slumber. Some strange noises began to be heard throughout the third floor, like the sound of a perverted murderer frantically chopping up corpses, like the sound of a monster hiding. The strange laughter in the darkness sounded like the sound of corpses hiding in the wall, or the sound of someone walking on the fourth floor above...

The faces that I cannot forget day and night, I force myself to remember every enemy's face every day, the hatred accumulated day after day bursts out at this moment, the child, is overwhelmed by hatred at this moment Ah Ping, who was in a deep state of mind, ignored the strange movements in the outside world and only stared at the fourteen-year-old beggar in front of him who was sneering coldly at him.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The heart of the heart exposed on the chest is burdened with heavyness and self-blame every time it beats. At this moment, it beats more and more heavily, and large streams of blood spurt out.

This is his heart that bleeds every day!

Weeping for his unborn child!

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"Ah! You beasts! Why are you lying to me? I have already given you all the money. Why do you still want to kill my wife and children? You beasts who repay kindness with revenge! I curse you to a bad death! Ah! Ah! Ah! !”

"...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I couldn't save you, why! Why! Why do we, a husband and wife, wholeheartedly want to do good, and God, you treat us so unfairly!"

A Ping's hands and feet were tied, and his eyes were splitting as he looked at his wife who fell in a pool of blood, her belly cut open by a kitchen knife and died tragically. The blood soaked his wife's skirt and legs red, and only the miserable color of blood remained in his eyes. I cried so hard that my heart broke.

With his hands and feet tied, he struggled desperately and arched his body to reach his wife, heartbroken.

The woman who fell in a pool of blood had her eyes wide open, and tears of blood were shed from the corners of her eyes whose muscles were torn due to pain. Even though she died tragically and fell in a pool of blood, she still looked at her child with deep reluctance in her eyes.

The direction her eyes were looking was exactly at the fetus that had been dissected alive from her belly. The fetus was still in the hand of the murderer. It was dripping with blood and covered with blood, both the fetus' own blood and the mother's blood.

The fetus was only four months old and not yet full-term. Its body was thin and curled up. It died not long after leaving the mother's body.

Tick-tock——

Tick-tock——

A large amount of blood dripped down the murderer's hands and from the fetus.

They were three little beggars of thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Wen, chop off one of his fingers." Among the three little beggars, a fourteen-year-old beggar was biting the steamed bun in his mouth and counting the coins on the table, listening to the chatter in his ears. He said in an impatient tone.

hiss!

ah!

But the pain of having a broken finger is less than one percent of the pain of having his wife and children killed.

The grief-stricken Aping continued to curse and burst into tears. It was not because of the physical pain of cutting off his fingers, but because of the regret, self-blame, and helplessness that overwhelmed him when he looked at his wife who was lying in a pool of blood and was still alive. , his heart was bleeding and cramping.

"I was so noisy that I forgot to count again! Wen, every time he curses, chop off one of his fingers, and then chop off his toes! If he still curses, continue to chop off his fingers every time he curses. One hand, one foot, one ear and nose, until all his teeth are pulled out, let’s see how tough his mouth can be!” the little beggar who was counting money yelled.

It was used to store pickles, bacon, rice noodles, and vegetables. In the dimly lit cellar, screams of pain kept coming. The Lingchi execution was nothing more than that. The man's body was dismembered bit by bit, but the pain in his flesh and skin was far less than that of his. His family was ruined and he was filled with hatred and anger. Even though his teeth were pulled out and his mouth was full of blood, he still opened his mouth to curse. Every time he opened his mouth, blood dripped on the ground.

There is a kind of pain, which is called pain.

From the moment when his family was destroyed, his heart had already died, and he had already put life and death aside, leaving only hatred and unwilling anger.

"The neighbors have seen that we took in you three little beasts. The government will not let you go. Someone will definitely avenge us and my wife! Ah! Ah! Ah!" A Ping made a sound. A roar of sadness and despair.

A Ping's words made the three little beggars burst into laughter.

"Do you think the government and the adults will believe that it was us who killed him?"

"Because we are still children!"

"How could a child kill someone so cruelly!"

"The people who killed you were the refugees who had fled into the city. They were so hungry that they secretly climbed over the wall and entered the bun shop in search of food. You found them and then killed you. This was a very ordinary home invasion. case."

Aping's pupils shrank.

From the words of these three little beggars, it can be heard that they have long been accustomed to seeing dead people and killing people. The death of the couple was not the first group of people to die at the hands of the three little beggars.

These three little beggars fled all the way. For food, they committed all kinds of evil and killed many civilians before they could escape here amid piles of bones.

"You bunch of beasts who repay kindness with vengeance! Devil! Even if I die, I will turn into a powerful soul to seek revenge on you! You will not die well! Ah!" The man on the ground roared sadly, his body struggled wildly, but he lost too much blood , the more he struggled, the faster he bleeds, and the person fell dying in a pool of blood.

He looked at the body of his wife in pain, and in pain at the body of his daughter who had been dissected alive from her mother's womb before she was full-term. He, who was already weak from blood loss, roared as if he was having a flashback: "God, you are not fair!"

boom.

The sound of a stool falling over.

The little beggar, who had been sitting at the table counting money, stood up from his seat, came to the side of the pool of blood with ferocious eyes, and stood at the side of the pool of blood: "You have a tough mouth. It seems that you are one of the hungry people who sold their daughters to eat while we were fleeing." My parents are indeed a little different, but..."

The little beggar squatted down and took a playful look at Ah Ping, who had no limbs. Finally, his eyes rested on Ah Ping's heart: "However, people's hearts are far apart from each other. Who knows whether you are deliberately pretending to be pitiful and want us to spare you." One life."

"Why don't you lend us your heart to see if your heart is red or black? Do you really love your wife and daughter or are you pretending to care about them to deceive us?"

"Wen, hand me the kitchen knife in your hand."

"Okay, Brother Chi Kuan."

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A Ping, carrying a blood feud, stabbed his right hand into the floor beneath his feet.

His right hand was an arm tied with paper, and this arm quickly extended like a python under the floor.

Boom!

The paper-wrapped palms wrapped with yin energy rushed out from under the floor and violently grabbed the fourteen-year-old beggar named Liu Guang.

Who knows.

The little beggar was very agile and avoided the paper-pierced palms that burst out from the ground. He then made a provocative disembowelment gesture toward A Ping, and finally prepared to escape back to the room with a proud expression. He saw that he was about to escape back to the guest room. When he was inside, suddenly, a dark yin energy sealed the door, and his body was knocked out by the yin energy.

boom!

The little beggar's back hit the corridor ceiling hard.

But his body did not fall off.

His body was entangled with yin energy. The yin energy was like a giant dragon, getting tighter and tighter, squeezing his arm bones, chest, ribs, heart, and internal organs inch by inch. The little beggar finally couldn't help but scream in pain. Voice.

I don't know when, the red-clothed umbrella girl Zhizharen stood in the corridor under him. As the red-clothed umbrella girl Zhizharen moved towards the room No. 5, the fourteen-year-old beggar on the ceiling above his head was also taken with him. Move to room five.

This is the red umbrella girl who has greatly improved her strength.

One move subdued the tenant who had been hiding on the third floor of the inn for many years.

Hearing the screams of the little beggar Liu Guang, the door of another guest room on the third floor opened, and another little beggar who looked like he was thirteen years old rushed out of the guest room.

When the little beggar saw his companion floating on the ceiling and struggling, his expression changed drastically. He roared ferociously, and tore apart the human skin disguise on his body, revealing a pieced-together stitched body, like They were pieces of corpses of different sizes pieced together from corpses in mass graves. They were extremely ugly and disgusting.

The corpse monster opened its mouth and roared, and rushed over with corpse energy, trying to save its companions.

In the narrow corridor, corpse aura and yin energy billowed.

Two strange encounters.

The red-clothed umbrella girl didn't make any unnecessary moves to prick someone. A strong smell of blood arose in the corridor, and she saw majestic Yin energy and blood rushing up from her body. With a rumble, the blood energy turned into a torrent of blood, like a red flood passing through. , and slapped the corpse monster hard on the corridor wall.

Sudden!

Roar!

Deep in the corridor on the third floor, a blood-curdling roar could be heard.

There was an eerie chill spreading in the dim corridor.

Just before the monster in the guest room deep in the corridor appeared, the sea of ​​​​blood brought the little beggar and the corpse monster, as well as A Ping, who was stunned by anger, and temporarily retreated to the No. 5 guest room with the word "Autumn" on the third floor.

A few people had just returned to room No. 5. Deep in the corridor on the third floor, there seemed to be a large, fat mountain of flesh. This fat mountain of flesh seemed vaguely human-like. It was so bloated that it filled the corridor. It was bloated and difficult to walk in the corridor. walk.

His eyes in the darkness were filled with greed, and his whole body exuded the stench of corruption.