Chapter 82 Murder on a snowy night
The wind and snow were intertwined outside the house.
Each snowflake is like a sharp ice blade, dancing ruthlessly, cutting through the silence of the night.
The strong smell of blood cast an eerie feel on the originally peaceful hut.
Crack!
The bloody ax in the man's hand fell to the ground.
Looking at the woman's body on the ground, Zhang Yunwu's eyes were dull, and his red eyes were sometimes awake and sometimes confused.
He dragged his half-limped leg like a zombie and pushed open the window sash staggeringly. The snowflakes carried by the cold wind were like white arrows, piercing the man's rough and dark face like a blanket.
My wife’s body has gradually become cold.
The sticky red color splashed from the broken neck spread over the side of the head and neck that was lying on the ground.
"Bitch..."
Warm tears slowly flowed from the man's scarlet eyes, falling on the wound scratched by the woman, stinging.
"You bitch! Why did you betray me!"
Zhang Yunwu pounded the window edge angrily.
The gentle and virtuous appearance of his wife suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and then, it turned into a disgusting and vague obscene scene, which made the man's brain extremely painful.
It seemed like endless anger was constantly erupting from the depths of his memory.
"Son..."
The skinny old man on the bed groaned.
The old man's shout made Zhang Yunwu's bloodshot eyes regain some clarity again.
He looked back at his dying old mother, like a helpless but confused child who had made mistakes.
Zhang Yunwu's lips trembled and he wanted to speak, but then the endless raging fire of hatred and anger deep in his soul swept away all his reason like a spark of fire, and the strange and mysterious sound of Buddha's chant kept lingering in his ears.
The man looked painful and ferocious.
He picked up the axe.
"Mom, my son has killed someone now and can no longer fulfill his filial piety to you. Let's go on the road together. In the next life, I will repay you for your kindness in raising me..."
This At this moment, Zhang Yunwu's fierce eyes suddenly stared at the door of the outhouse.
There was a familiar figure on the porch outside the door.
It was Jiang Qing who was preparing to escape.
It turns out that Jiang Qing did not escape from the house in desperation just now, but hid behind the wooden cabinet, waiting for an opportunity to escape.
In the end, we saw a murder scene.
Jiang Qing was completely frightened.
He wanted to escape while Zhang Yunwu was not paying attention, but was discovered by the other party.
Looking at the pair of bloodthirsty eyes and the bloody axe, Jiang Qing's face turned pale, his throat was dry, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and bone-chilling fear surged from the depths of his heart.
Under the man's glare, he didn't even dare to move, his legs swayed.
It was as if he was facing a giant spirit god.
Supreme pressure is coming.
"It's you!?"
"It turns out...it's you!!"
Zhang Yunwu's eyes were full of resentment and anger, like a ferocious beast that chooses people to devour, which makes people shudder. .
Jiang Qing trembled and stuttered: "Cousin... cousin... I... nothing... happened to my cousin-in-law and me... I swear..."
"My surname is Jiang ”
"I'll kill you!!"
Looking at the giant ax swinging towards him, Jiang Qing was frightened to death. His instinctive desire to survive overcame his fear, and he turned around to escape.
He is also a spiritual practitioner.
But compared to Zhang Yunwu, a second-grade martial artist with a solid foundation, he could only reach the third-grade level.
More energy is put into honing Qinggong for escaping.
But at this moment, the lightness skill that he was usually proud of did not save him.
As a sharp stabbing pain came from his back, Jiang Qing spurted out blood and fell straight to the ground. Then his ankles tightened, and his whole body was lifted upside down like a chicken and duck, and he fell heavily into the house. !
Before the scream could escape his throat, the sharp ax struck again!
Both legs were cut off at the knees.
Under the severe pain, Jiang Qing's eyes protruded and he fainted on the spot.
Zhang Yunwu, with red eyes, swung the ax and was about to chop off Jiang Qing's head, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
“Old Zhang!”
Zhang Yunwu was stunned for a moment, and a hint of realization appeared on his fierce face.
The petite figure swept into the house like a ghost. Li Nanshuang pressed Zhang Yunwu's shoulders and said urgently: "Er Niu, calm down first. Your wife is not dead. She-" The girl still said Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yunwu swung his ax towards Li Nanshuang.
Li Nanshuang's expression changed and she dodged sideways. As a result, she was thrown out by the man and hit the wooden cabinet with a loud crash.
"Old Zhang, wake up!"
Jiang Shouzhong, who was following, shouted.
Seeing Zhang Yunwu coming at him with an axe, Li Nanshuang spun his body and turned around like a kite. He swung the broadsword in his hand and collided with the ax, splashing out bright sparks.
The ax in Zhang Yunwu's hand was split into two halves.
However, because the vigorous energy that rapidly expanded from the inside out was so fierce, it also knocked Li Nanshuang back a few steps.
The girl was secretly surprised, "Why is this guy so strong all of a sudden?"
Without any thought, Li Nanshuang put the tomb knife flat in front of him and charged towards it like a bull. Zhang Yunwu slammed into her and directly pushed the man who was two or three times her size to the ground through the broad back of the knife.
“Thousand catties of falling!”
Li Nanshuang gritted his teeth and exerted force.
Across the blade, press the opponent tightly.
Zhang Yunwu panted heavily and was about to get up. The tomb knife on his body seemed to have the strength of a thousand pounds, which made him even more manic.
“Help!”
Li Nanshuang shouted.
Jiang Shouzhong didn't know how to help. He couldn't just take out a blunderbuss and shoot Lao Zhang in the head. Seeing that Li Nanshuang couldn't hold her down anymore, he simply rushed forward and pressed down on the girl's delicate body like a stack of arhats.
Li Nanshuang was stunned and furious, "I didn't call you! I called him!"
The girl roared at Feng Yichen who was still meditating and adjusting her breathing outside the door, "Use Zhenxuan Mountain's Silent Soul Talisman ! Hurry!”
However, there was no response from the door.
I don’t know where Feng Yichen went, there was no trace.
Zhang Yunwu struggled to free himself with increasing strength, gasping for air, blood splattering from his mouth, and almost overturning the tomb knife.
After shouting several times to no avail, Li Nanshuang couldn't hold on anymore because her arms were sore and numb.
Suddenly she thought of something and said to Jiang Shouzhong hurriedly: "I have the 'Heart-Coagulating Ointment' on me, take it out and apply it on his eyebrows!"
On my body?
Jiang Shouzhong looked at the girl's delicate body and hesitated.
This is inappropriate.
"Hurry!"
Li Nanshuang, who was sweating heavily on his forehead, urged sharply.
Looking at Lao Zhang who was going crazy, Jiang Shouzhong had no choice but to put his hand into the girl's clothes to look for the so-called "heart-condensing ointment".
Somehow, Jiang Shouzhong thought of the moon tonight.
Very round.
——
The moonlight is like water, shining on the rolling sand dunes, paving a soft silver ripple.
In the desert, a barefoot ascetic is walking silently.
The monk looks old and wears a frayed cassock, the color of which has faded to the point where it is difficult to recognize his original appearance.
His eyes are blind.
Suddenly, the blind old monk seemed to notice something, and his expression suddenly changed.
He raised his head, and the eyeless holes "looked" at the celestial phenomena, and murmured: "Vajra's angry eyes are blazing with life and death. Among the remaining sins, the killing karma is reborn... My disciple is in danger!"< br>
The blind old monk immediately sat cross-legged on the ground.
He stretched out his palm and lightly stroked it along his heart.
Then, he put his hand as dry as a branch into the skin tear where blood was spilling out, and took out a heart stained with golden blood!
The monk held his heart with one hand and tapped it gently with his fingers on the other hand.
It’s like beating a wooden fish.
The blind old monk muttered something:
"Suffering is immeasurable, I have the Mahayana intention to help all, and I am willing to endure immeasurable suffering on behalf of all sentient beings. I am a disciple who is in trouble, and I am a teacher... I must break my heart. Save with blood"
"My Buddha is compassionate... I am calm..."
The old monk kept beating his heart with his hand, looking weak.
The sound of wooden fish gradually sounded, and then continued continuously, falling like drizzle on every corner of the desert.
The surrounding gravel gradually rises and floats quietly.
Unknowingly, it condensed into a huge Buddha image.
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