Immortal Voices Chapter 357: He Gu
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Fifteen minutes later, Cui Tianning and his party had just arrived at the foot of the mountain when they saw Zhao Wei standing in the middle of the road smiling at them weirdly.
Zhao Wei's voice is full of ghastly, he stiffly moved his head to look at Tie Ying, the hatred in his eyes was not concealed.
"You killed my sister, I will let you pay for it." His head tilted and fell directly to the ground.
'Hiss~' The ten catchers took a breath, and their legs were weak in fright.
Even Cui Tianning and Tie Ying turned pale, their backs were cold.
Such a weird thing was the first time they saw it in their lives. Thinking of what Zhao Wei said, they couldn't help but look at Rong Xian, who was faintly breathing and unable to wake up. Could it be—is there really a ghost?
They walked all the way towards the village, and they saw corpses all over the field, with broken limbs and broken arms.
Suddenly, Cui Tianning suddenly looked to the left.
A six or seven-year-old boy smiled, but his eyes shed blood and tears, his face was blue and his arms twisted together.
He looked at Tie Ying holding Rong Xian, and stiffly said: "You killed my sister, I will let you pay for it."
‘Boom! The boy fell to the ground and his upper body and lower body were directly separated.
The timid catch quickly screamed, such a terrifying scene is terrible.
"Don't shout, you're all standing." Cui Tianning sullen Dantian and shouted openly.
Boom!
Obviously it was still sunny just now, but thunder was roaring at this time.
In the blink of an eye, the pouring rain poured down.
The heavy rain hit them, making them a little heavy.
His vision was blocked by the rain curtain, dimly unable to see the way forward.
Rong Xian was carefully blocked by Tie Ying from the rain, but the rain was so heavy that it was in vain.
"Tianning, we have to find a house to shelter from the rain." Tie Ying shouted.
Boom.
Thunder sounded like it was blasting in my ears, making people scared involuntarily.
They ran quickly to the nearest house. Several people stood on the eaves, wiped the rain on their faces, and reached out to twist the rain on their clothes.
Cui Tianning knocked on the door: "Is anyone there? Can we come in to avoid the rain?"
As soon as his hand touched the room, the door creaked and opened a gap.
The faint smell of blood mixed with a strange burnt smell, Cui Tianning's heart tightened, and he opened the door with a palm and rushed in.
Tie Ying realized that something was wrong, and followed Rong Xian in her arms.
A heat wave hit his face, and Cui Tianning subconsciously stretched out his hand to block his face.
After getting used to the heat, he let go.
Tie Ying and Cui Tianning looked forward, and saw the old woman burning with a raging fire, her eyes were still turning, but she didn't scream strangely, as if she couldn't notice the pain.
Detecting their gazes, the old woman stared straight at Tie Ying, and said hoarsely with an old voice: "You killed my sister, I will let you pay for it"
The voice fell, and the old woman fell to the ground and was burned to charcoal by the fire.
There was a dead silence in the room, and Tie Ying's voice said dryly: "Now, I have to believe that Rong Chan does exist."
Cui Tianning's mouth moved to say something, but he couldn't say a word.
He couldn't explain the extraordinary things he encountered along the way with any artificial means.
Only ghosts can cause trouble, and only ghosts can cause trouble.
In a quarter, the rain stopped.
The smell of soil mixed with a faint smell of blood spread, and the whole Shenxian Village was quiet and dead, and there was no sound of insects, songs, and birds.
Cui Tianning and Tie Ying were a little uneasy. They greeted the arresters and searched the village carefully, only to find that none of the villagers had leaked. Three thousand people, none of them survived.
Cui Tianning stared at the corpse on the ground in a daze, only feeling empty in his heart, a sense of powerlessness rising from the bottom of my heart, I don't know what to do.
Tie Ying held Rong Xian's hand slightly loose, his face was pale as he watched this hell-like scene, and his body trembled a little.
I don't know if it is anger or anger, the regret in his eyes is too obvious.
"Are you sad?" The faint voice evoked their minds.
Rong Xian gently pushed Tie Ying, staggeringly standing on the ground.
She looked down at the corpses, and sighed: "They died much easier than Chan'er."
Seeing that the two of them were silent, Rong Xian looked sideways at Rong Chan standing next to him, smiled slightly, and said: "Chan'er endured a great deal of pain before he died, and he didn't even leave a corpse. The twins felt that. , I also felt the pain."
She paled, her eyes were still gentle, and no one could see the coldness under the mirror: "I still have lingering fears when I think about it."
She pointed to the corpse on the ground and said blankly in an chanting tone: "They dug Chan'er's heart, ground her bones, put her head on the fire, and said It’s a **** temple where they sacrificed their lives. It’s ridiculous."
She said word by word, making Cui Tianning and Tie Ying seem to be able to see the tragic and desperate picture firsthand.
They frowned uncomfortably, but didn't know what to say.
Rong Chan is already dead. It is impossible for the three thousand people in the village to be all guilty. Why should they all be killed? They still have children who can't speak.
Where is the child, and where is it!
As if guessing what they were thinking, Rong Xian tilted his head and seemed a little puzzled: "Chan'er is dead, why do they live? They are innocent, are my brothers and sisters innocent? If you want to complain, I blame them for not being reborn!"
She showed a soft smile, and said mercilessly: "A bunch of scum, it's not a pity to die!"
After all, she didn't wait for Cui Tianning and Tie Ying to respond, and turned to Rong Chan and said, "I'm leaving."
Rong Chan immediately cried bitterly, unable to say a word intermittently.
Rong Xian watched her cry quietly. After she cried enough, she slowly said: "I'm dead and you don't exist anymore. What's the point of crying?"
Rong Chan's face twitched, and the cry stopped abruptly.
"Does this make you feel better?" Rong Xian asked.
Rong Chan: "...I feel better."
But there is always something wrong.
Looking at her stupid appearance, Rong Xian sighed. Fortunately, she has also disappeared. If she is still in this world, how can she be so stupid that people can feel relieved.
Rong Xian's body is not burdened, and her consciousness gradually withdraws.
As her breath gradually weakened, Rong Chan was stunned, still wanting to cry.
But when Rong Chan looked down and saw his increasingly faint figure, he suddenly became calm.
She hasn't avenged her sister yet.
Rong Chan rushed towards Tie Ying with all his strength.
Cui Tianning watched Rong Xian gradually approaching death, and was about to rush to save people, catching a glimmer of light in front of him.
He looked back hurriedly, so scared that his soul was about to fly.
It was Tie Ying with a sluggish expression that he pulled out the sword from his waist and wiped it mercilessly toward his neck.
"Iron Shadow!" Cui Tianning called out quickly.
He quickly took out a piece of broken silver from his arms, slammed it on the sword with a swish, and smashed the sword.
The long sword didn't cut Tie Ying's neck, but made a long cut in his shoulder.
Rong Chan's figure is as pale as smoke, she looks at the iron shadow that hasn't died, with a faint regret in her eyes.
She came to Rong Xian lightly and whispered: "Sister..."
The sound of a mosquito smell dissipated in the wind, and Rong Xian's figure fell down.
Rong Chan's figure was erratic, she looked up at the clear sky after the rain, her expression of hostility and resentment suddenly calmed down.
The elder brother is dead, the mother is dead, the sister is dead, and she is also dead.
Daddy, you are suffering in this world alone, cherish it.
She put her hands together in front of her chest, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly with hope: "May, there is no future life."
The thin, smoke-thin figure dissipated.
I never fear death, and I have looked forward to a new life.
If the world is sinister and dark, I hope there is no future life.