Killing God

Qian Yi looked at Shen Shi with ridicule in his eyes, and said with a sneer: "A waste of Qi Refining Realm, dare to show off in front of me?" As he said, he glanced over the old white monkey and the stone pig who were lying beside him. The corpse, with a bang, made a face of sudden realization, and said in surprise, "Ah, are you doing this because of these monsters' remnants? Tsk tsk, sorry, when I killed them just now, I didn’t know you were theirs. What about my friends."

"Otherwise..." Qian Yi stared at Shen Shi, his eyes gradually revealed a murderous aura, "I will bring them to you and kill them with my own hands to show you, so that you also know the kind of relatives The feeling that you can only witness but can't do anything when you kill!"

Shen Shi clenched his teeth, staring at the man in front of him, his hands slowly dropped, and silently, he had already taken out two witch charms made of animal skins from the cloth bag around his waist.

At the critical moment of life and death, before the war, although he was angry and mad at the moment, he still gritted his teeth and resisted. The last reason reminded him that the Qian Yi in front of him is probably the most powerful enemy he will face since he began to cultivate.

A monk in the Ning Yuan realm.

A human monk who opened up the Dantian Jade Mansion and truly broke through the threshold of immortality cultivation. For a person who is still in the initial stage of refining Qi, countless past examples have long shown that this is a powerful enemy with almost overwhelming advantages. In the realm of Human Cultivation, every time there is a big difference, the difference in strength is extremely huge. Under normal circumstances, there is almost no possibility of cross-border victory, unless the weaker party has a great opportunity or an unthinkable fortune. , Possessing certain heavenly materials and earth treasures that only exist in the legends or peerless fairy soldiers, this might have a little chance to win.

How many people will there be in this world?

And the most important thing is that all peerless fairy weapons and magic weapons need sufficient basic spiritual power to drive, and this basic is the threshold of the Ning Yuan realm. If you don't reach the Ning Yuan realm, even if you have a great fortune to get a peerless magic weapon of immortal soldiers, you just sit on the mountain and cannot use it, you can only wait for death.

And now Shen Shi is facing such a terrible death. This is an endless battle, but he is a great level lower than the enemy, and because of the three-year delay in the demon world, he is still stagnant. Beyond the threshold of the Ning Yuan realm, even if he was clearly only one step away, he could cross over.

One step, a small step, nothing more.

But the reality is so cruel, he is still wandering outside the Ning Yuan realm, and the Qian Yi in front of him looks fierce and full of contempt, with a relaxed expression, and his gaze at Shen Shi is full of mockery and condescension. .

No matter from which aspect, Qian Yi couldn't see the possibility of losing his hand. All he had to do was to kill this inexplicable human scum who had dared to make friends with the remnants of the monster race in this inaccessible forest. Not only did he want to kill, but he had to suffer all the pain before he died, and finally he Shi Shiran withdrew and retreated, as if he had passed here from the future.

He grinned and walked towards Shen Shi.

A lightning flashed in the sky, thunder rumbling, and the first raindrop fell from the sky.

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A faint bloodshot appeared in Shen Shi’s eyes, staring at Qian Yi’s walking figure, his hands hidden in his sleeves, and two witch charms between his fingers. His face was expressionless but his heart seemed to be the stormy sea. At that moment In between, countless thoughts have already been turned.

How to do?

How can a cultivator in the Ning Yuan realm defeat him?

The power of the first-order five-element magic is too small. When I first practiced it, I was told by countless people that it could not cause harm to the powerful body of the cultivator of the Ning Yuan realm. But besides this, what else is there?

"Sand, sand..." It was the sound of sudden rain falling on the branches and leaves. The forest became darker and darker, although it was daytime, it was like late night.

"Sand, sand..." It was the footsteps of Qian Yi grinning, he was like a murderous beast, staring at the prey in front of him, even sticking out his tongue and licking the remaining blood drop at the corner of his mouth.

In a trance, Shen Shi actually saw the shadow of the monster blood wolf from this person.

Blood wolf!

Suddenly, Shen Shi's heart seemed to contract suddenly, and it suddenly appeared in his mind that he and the blood wolf's hurried and urgent battle with the blood wolves in the tunnel of the secret chamber of the mountain. During the soil art, the blood wolf's figure actually has at least three breaths of time lag, and under his own fireball and water arrow art, the blood wolf's powerful body has also been scorched and frozen, and even the flesh and blood are blooming.

That is the demon general with the talent of green blood supernatural powers, and that is the blood wolf who has at least cultivated to the realm of the flood demon. Although the two races of men and demons are different, according to the old saying, perhaps, at least, it may be similar to...human race. Ning Yuan Realm?

Shen Shi's breathing became a little quicker, I don't know if it was due to anger or the tension in his heart, but Qian Yi still came over with a grinning, murderous aura, in this dark and rainy forest, it was like ecstatic evil. ghost.

In a blink of an eye, the distance between the two was less than two feet. Qian Yi saw that Shen Shi seemed to be frightened. He still stood motionless, and the ridicule in his heart became heavier. When he lifted the step, he had to take this one. The ants fell to the ground with waste, and then thought about **** him, but he couldn't let him die too easily.

Just at this moment, suddenly, Shen Shi rushed to the side, and he suddenly rushed behind a big tree in the dense forest. When he moved, Qian Yi had already noticed that he could not move, and immediately used his feet. Rushed over.

His Dao and deeds are in the Ning Yuan realm, and his physical body is far more comparable in terms of toughness and agility, and is also much stronger than the Shen Shi in front of him. But in this forest, trees were everywhere, and suddenly heavy rain made the forest wet and dim, and his vision was much worse than usual. Even if he was extremely fast in this rush, he swept over the sinking stone in a blink of an eye. The place where he stood just now, but he almost missed the sinking stone, he rushed into the dark forest, and the figure was about to disappear in the blink of an eye.

It’s just that the monks in the Ning Yuan realm are different from the refining realm. In addition to the physical body is too strong, the senses and spiritual senses are also far better than mortals. After Qian Yi rushed into the air, he immediately chased in the direction where Shen Shi fled. Go, and at the same time, the spirit sense dissipated, and soon felt the figure fleeing in a hurry in front of him, after a grin, he chased it.

The wind blows more and more violently, the branches and branches of the treetops are swaying endlessly, and ghosts like howling are watching the world coldly in the dimness.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger.

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In the dim woods, the tree shadow pupils are like countless demons in the dark, whizzing and swaying in the wind and rain, the rain falling from the sky, violently washing this **** forest.

Qian Yi locked on the fleeing figure in front of him tightly. Although the shadow of the tree and the dim light, including rain falling from the sky, made him only accidentally see the fuzzy figure fleeing in front of him, his perception told He, the guy in front can't escape, and in a while, it must be the soul of his hand.

Even he was a little interested, and laughed loudly: "Run, run, run faster, it depends on whether you can escape from my hand."

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, like a sharp sword piercing through the thick clouds, and the forest on the ground was also reflected.

With this glimmer of light, Qian Yi saw the figure fleeing in front of him suddenly staggered, as if he was stumbling on a stone while fleeing in a hurry. Qian Yi couldn't help laughing, his expression scornful and cruel, somehow, looking at the appearance of Shen Shi desperately running away, he could not express his joy, like a cat playing a mouse, let me The mood of slaughter.

"Run, run, run faster...hahahaha..." His smile brought a bit of chilling madness, echoing in the dark forest, but his footsteps were still chasing the sinking stone without a moment. Relax.

It was just at this moment that Qian Yi suddenly felt that the darkness in a certain place in front of him became stronger in an instant, and a weird feeling surged in his heart, but when a condensed elementary realm cultivator faced the waste of a gas refining realm, what did he need to do? What about scruples?

This thought passed in his mind, his body didn't hesitate to pause, and he rushed forward.

The darkness in the shadow greeted his body, as if it turned into a cloud of black air, and fell on his left chest.

Witchcraft?? Skin erosion.

The shirt on his chest instantly burst and opened a small hole. At the same time, Qian Yi also felt the flesh and skin, as if there was a sudden sensation of emptiness and itching. This feeling made him frown, and he gave a slight pause under his feet, but in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, this strange feeling disappeared, and the time that seemed to exist from beginning to end was only two or three breaths away.

"Five Element Spells?" Qian Yi laughed, unspeakable contempt, just think about it, these monks in the Qi Refining Realm have not opened their dantian, and they cannot practice any divine channel techniques, nor can they use all kinds of techniques. Spirit weapon magic weapon, besides these pitiful first-order five-element spells, what other body protection skills can they have?

But in front of a cultivator in the Ning Yuan realm, the first-order five-element spell technique was a complete joke.

The figure in front of him was running in a panic and desperately. With the dim light and dense trees, it seemed to try to get some distance away, but in Qian Yi's eyes, it was destined to be futile. He even even his own spirit sword. I didn't bother to sacrifice it, and facing such a waste, using the spirit sword handed down by the teacher was a waste of my spiritual power.

Although, the unknown technique just now is something Qian Yi has never seen before. It seems to be a bit weird. Perhaps it is a more partial five-element technique. After all, this kind of carving has been circulating for thousands of years. , There will always be something that you don't know, but the most important thing is that this kind of low-level spell is of no use to the cultivator of the condensing element realm, so what is it?

Qian Yi had no scruples and chased him in stride.

The figure in front seemed to wave his arm again. In the dim forest, the wind and rain were blowing, and darkness was blowing.

Qian Yi marched forward boldly, ignoring this trivial technique at all. A cloud of black energy that was stronger than before hit him, then dissipated, drifting in the wind and rain.

It was a slight pain, which came from his chest, but as before, the feeling quickly disappeared. It's just that the pain seems to be a little bit deeper than before.

Qian Yi sneered, didn't even look at it, and ran after him. Seeing that the distance to the Shen Shi escaping ahead was getting closer and closer, and this time, Shen Shi cast five or six similar weird spells in a row, and Qian Yi If nothing had happened to directly block the past with a physical body, the Ning Yuan realm cultivator's physical body was powerful, and it really deserved its reputation.

Just chasing, when the distance between the two was less than ten feet by Qian Yi, and when he was about to catch the slick boy, Qian Yi suddenly felt a dullness in his chest, and at the same time there was a bit of quite violent. The pain passed.

Qian Yi frowned, looked down, and saw the skin and flesh on his chest. It was a little black and even with a weird, moldy green color. In a few places around, the flesh and skin also began to rot. It is bleeding slowly. This time, Qian Yi was furious and raised his head angrily and shouted: "The stinky boy who knows nothing about life and death, dare to use poison!"

Witchcraft?? Decay.

Witchcraft?? Blood poisoning.

Just as Qian Yi roared and he was ready to stop being polite to Shen Shi, a fire suddenly lit up in the dim forest ahead, and a fireball rushed towards him.

In the wind and rain, the fireball drew a bright light in mid-air. Around it, drenched in wind and rain, it instantly became the most conspicuous existence in the darkness.

This time, Qian Yi recognized the magic technique. This is obviously the most widely spread fireball technique among the five element technique. Almost no one in the cultivation world knows it, but such a first-order five element technique is right. What is the use of a cultivator of the Ning Yuan realm like him? Although the flying fireball seemed vaguely larger than the fireball skills he had seen in the past.

"There are still a lot of spells." Qian Yi sneered with a sneer and waved his hand, as if pushing away annoying things or driving away annoying bugs, intending to block the fireball aside.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the rushing fireball hit his arm.

Qian Yi's body shook, and only felt that there was a strong surge in the fireball, and he could not help but step back, and at the same time there was a burning pain in his arm.

This time, Qian Yi finally changed color on his face, faintly feeling that something was wrong in his heart, and suddenly lowered his head, but only saw the ragged sleeves of his arms, and the exposed flesh was scorched.

Qian Yi's heart was shocked, and at the same time he was incredibly shocked. When did these ordinary first-order five-element spells cause harm to the Ning Yuan realm cultivator?

For thousands of years, the five-element spells that have been suppressed by the realm are completely useless. Isn't it a common sense that everyone in the realm of cultivation knows? What is going on today?

He suddenly raised his head and stared at the front, only to find that the figure that had been running had stopped at some point. In this storm, in this darkness, like the darkest and most vicious ghost, Looked at him coldly.

Then, Shen Shi waved his hands.

The wind and rain roared, the darkness danced wildly, and above the sky, there was another thunder and explosion!

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"Dang!" There was a clear call, and a clear ray of light lit up, blocking Qian Yi's body. It was his spirit sword. At this moment, his face finally became a little more solemn, and the young man in front of him was really Something weird, especially the spells he cast, could actually cause harm to a monk in the Ning Yuan realm, which is really unheard of.

A fire light suddenly lit up again, and another fireball rushed over.

Qian Yi's sword art was drawn, and the spirit sword flashed a bright light and slashed straight down, instantly extinguishing the fireball. In front of the Ning Yuan realm monk's magic weapon, the first-order five-element spells, even if the power was strangely larger. Some, but it is still like a mantle-arm block car, it can't be compared at all.

Qian Yi easily knocked the fireball into the air, and he was instantly settled, thinking that after all, the waste of a Qi Refining Realm would be like this after all, and these guys cast the Five Elements Spell, because the Qi Sea Dantian did not reach their spiritual power. Gathering, the interval between each cast is very long, and the casting speed is quite slow. This is a well-known thing. At the moment, he didn't hesitate even more, grinned, rubbed his body, and was about to cut this guy who had caused a lot of trouble under the sword.

Only at this moment, perhaps even he himself hadn't noticed, he had inexplicably given up the idea of ​​killing Shen Shi, but subconsciously wanted to quickly kill the monk in the Qi Refining Realm.

However, just when he took the first step, suddenly, a khaki light fell instantly, Qian Yi felt his body suddenly stopped, and his steps were momentarily sluggish. It was as if a thousand catties of boulders were pressing on him, and he was struggling. .

Sinking!

This is also just an ordinary first-order five-element spell, and even this spell itself does not have much damage, and can only play a role in delaying the enemy's actions. But at this moment, Qian Yi's heart is shaken so much It is more severe than when I suffered those injuries before.

How is this going?

Qian Yi stared in shock at the figure hidden in the dark ahead. Wasn’t the fireball technique in front just released? From the release of the fireball technique to this sinking earth technique, at most it only took a little more than a breath. Why? ? Why is this person's casting speed so fast?

What exactly is going on?

This world, especially the common sense of the cultivation world, seemed to have been overturned in Qian Yi's heart at this moment. The big and unusual strange phenomena in front of him made his vague sense of crisis intensified.

With a loud roar, he was about to rush over to kill this strange young man directly. As long as he rushed to a sufficient distance, under the spirit sword, Shen Shi would be unlucky.

However, the earth sinking technique dragged his footsteps, Qian Yi roared angrily, but only took a small step, but he did not fall into a panic, this little thing is not enough to make a Ning Yuan realm cultivator fall into despair. Moreover, relying on the power shown by the magic techniques just now, Qian Yi could also estimate the time for those itchiness to take effect on his own flesh and blood, and the time this sinking earth technique could delay himself, at most, would not exceed three breaths.

There are only three breaths, after the three breaths, he can rush over and cut that guy into two pieces with one sword!

He roared, and the corner of his eyes flashed suddenly, but he saw a sharp stream of water in the sudden strong wind and heavy rain.

No, it's not rain, it's water archery in the five-element spell!

And the sharp water arrow aimed at the softest eyes on his body.

Qian Yi yelled, leaned back, and almost escaped this insidious and cunning water archery when he couldn't let it go. But the next moment, his body suddenly loosened, and the restrictions imposed by the sinking technique on him, a condensed element realm cultivator, were indeed limited. In just three breaths, he had already restored his original agility.

Qian Yi was overjoyed, his figure instantly rose, and the spirit sword had already urged Gao Fei at the same time, and he was about to rush towards Shen Shi.

But at this moment, an earth-yellow light gleamed once again in Qian Yi's astonished and inconceivable eyes.

Sinking!

His body fell instantly and fell heavily to the ground, once again falling into the state of being extremely heavy.

"boom!"

A flash of lightning pierced the sky and the sky, illuminating the depths of this dense forest, and the figure that had been hidden in the dark depths took a step forward for the first time.

Shen Shi's cold and solemn face, that face wet by the rain, nothing but coldness.

His hands waved, as if never stopping, in the wind and rain, with a strange and mysterious rhythm, as if he was picking up the strange power of this world, every time he waved his hand, a witch talisman burned out; Every time it is swung, a spell is cast out.

Skin erosion, decay, soil sinking, blood poisoning, fireball, soil sinking, water arrow, rock thorn, soil sinking, decay, blood poisoning, soil sinking...

In the wind and rain, he seemed to have also integrated into this stormy world, and every wave of his hand seemed to move the sky and the earth, causing countless wind and rain to fly around him, as if the time before countless ancient years suddenly reappeared in Between this piece of heaven and earth.

There is no pause, no moment of lag, all his will instincts have been completely integrated into these spells, there is no gap, one after another spells swarms like a storm like a storm. Coming, there is no respite.

The black energy was roaring, the fire light was shining, and sharp and cold water arrows crisscrossed in the wind and rain. A monk in the Ning Yuan realm suddenly became so embarrassed in front of him in the wind and rain.

Qian Yi roared again and again, manipulating the spirit sword desperately to resist this stormy spell, but the five element spells that rushed were too fast and too urgent, one after another, Qian Yi's spirit sword might be powerful, But it didn't take long for him to stand on the left and the right, completely unable to stop the terrifying and terrifying wave of spells.

Perhaps he doesn’t care about the damage caused by one spell, and he can still bear the damage of two spells, but ten, twenty or even more spells continue to fly at an incredible speed. What a terrible scene was that when he came crazy and hit his body?

Qian Yi couldn't figure out how this was done. How could a monk in the refining state have such a fast casting speed, even if he had a talisman, he could not reach such a rapid state, not to mention, how fast is a talisman Precious and rare things, a Qi Refining Realm cultivator usually only has one or two at most, how could it be used so frequently and appallingly.

Above the flesh, the scorched and frozen areas began to increase slowly, the chest, where the flesh and skin rotted faster and faster, the blood under the dark green skin was permeating out uncontrollably, and even the energy in the body seemed to be in it. Slowly drain.

Facing the strong flesh body of the Ning Yuan realm that is enough to be proud of and crushed by the Qi Refining Realm, at this moment, under that crazy and terrifying spell frenzy that suddenly descended, he was using a slow but unbelievable determination. The way, slowly began to collapse.

Has the world gone crazy?

What exactly is going on?

Qian Yi roared and roared in his heart, and at the same time his body slowly began to tremble.

Obviously he has a Dao Fa strength far surpassing that of the opponent, and as long as he has a chance to let the spirit sword pass, he can slash that person to death! However, this opportunity never appeared again after he missed the first opportunity. Countless spells came in madly almost without gaps, and those unexpected powers were already enough to cause a great threat to him, and he had to manipulate the spirit sword to resist desperately.

However, this block, this time's defense, can no longer stop.

He is just an ordinary disciple under the Profound Sword Sect, who has cultivated to the elementary level of the Ning Yuan Realm, and relied on his strong strength to obtain a Spirit Sword. Qian Yi is already a lofty figure, but among the Ning Yuan realm cultivators, his strength is still not particularly powerful.

But when facing Shen Shi, he felt that he was strong enough.

He had never imagined that he would become the now embarrassed look.

What will happen next, there is a faint fear and fear in his heart. The cold and hateful look of the young man in front of him, as well as this strange and strange technique flying all over the sky, made him feel a little guilty.

This is the first time he has vaguely realized the pain and fear of those weak at the moment of life and death. He even quietly passed a trace of inexplicable regret in his heart. Perhaps, was it careless this time?

He suddenly roared, urging the Spirit Sword to once again fend off a water arrow that was insidious in the wind and rain, turned around and ran away in large strides.

The storm is maddening, the world seems to be laughing and shouting, laughing at the ants in this world, laughing at the impermanence of this world.

People who kill are often more afraid of death.

In the wind and rain, Shen Shi's face looked pale, and his breathing was a little quick, but his hands were still stable, still waving at that suffocating rhythm, casting spells one after another. , Rushing towards Qian Yi with a sea of ​​spells like a storm that has almost never been seen in this world.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound suddenly rang from the feet of Qian Yi, who had just run two steps. The sound seemed a bit familiar, and Qian Yi suddenly remembered what it was in the light and flint.

Rock Needle Technique!

A sharp stone edge suddenly pierced out of the ground. Under the cover of wind and rain and Qian Yi's already flustered mood, this first-order earth-based spell that should never be concealed and could not harm the Ning Yuan realm monks, instantly penetrated Through Qian Yi's calf.

The flesh was cracked and blood was flying, Qian Yi screamed and fell to the ground.

The next moment, before he could react, a sharp arrow of water suddenly pierced his right eye from the dark shadow, mixed in the endless wind and rain.

A heart-piercing cry suddenly broke out from Qian Yi's mouth, the terrible pain that exceeded his endurance limit, and instantly crushed his will. There was darkness before his eyes, and he could no longer tell whether it was blood or rain. He just subconsciously yelled and rolled desperately, and then when he thought of something, he only felt a sudden scorching heat against his face.

Fireball!

The fiery scorching fireball blazed and slammed into his face with a boom!

The originally powerful body of the Ning Yuan realm cultivator seemed to have finally reached its limit at this moment. At this moment, it completely collapsed.

His nose was broken and his mouth was cracked. Qian Yi's face had already turned into a sticky face like flesh and blood. Even his body was knocked into the air, and the spirit sword that was originally flying in the air was weak. It fell to the ground and was submerged by dirty sewage.

Shen Shi still did not stop.

He walked forward step by step, and the spells continued to be placed one by one. The difference was that he did not release the control spells such as the sinking of the earth, but attacked the spells one by one.

Fireball, Water Arrow, Rock Needle, Blood Poison, Decay...

The magic spells rained down, constantly hitting Qian Yi’s body, turning this Ning Yuan realm monk into a living target. This is a frightening and inexplicable frenzy of spells. For thousands of years, No one has ever manipulated the five-element spell like this.

Under this frenzy of magic spells, Qian Yi, who was repeatedly bombarded by countless spells and tortured countless times, was hit by magic spells from head to toe almost everywhere. A monk in the Ning Yuan realm who once viewed the Qi Refining realm as a trash ant from above, so desperately wailed, yelled, begged, cursed, and cried, and finally, his voice slowly sank, his body Also gradually stiffened.

When the last fireball technique also landed on Qian Yi's body, only to roll the already unrecognizable body, Shen Shi finally slowly lowered his hands.

His body suddenly staggered, seeming to lose his strength, but soon he stopped. At this moment, his face was pale, as if all the strength in his body had been exhausted, but in the still raging wind and rain, he was still Stubbornly stood still, slowly raised his head and looked towards the sky.

There was heavy wind and heavy rain, and the rain fell on his face, and the forest was dark, leaving only the rustle of rain.

I don’t know how long he had passed before, suddenly facing this forest, facing this seemingly endless darkness, he let out a stern roar:

"what……"

The voice echoed in this forest, echoed in the wind and rain, drifted far, far away, but finally drifted away in this empty world.

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I don't know how long it took before the wind and rain slowly stopped. The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and a little light came through again.

A drenched figure slowly walked back to the place in the forest. The corpses of the old white monkey and stone pig were still lying on the wet ground, and the little black pig did not leave, even if it was the storm. In the middle, it is still guarding the two monsters.

Seeing Shen Shi walked back, the little black pig curled up next to the cold stone pig stood up, shook the water stains on his body, and hummed a few times to Shen Shi.

Shen Shi came over, squatted down, silent, and gently touched the little black pig's head with his hand, and the little black pig put his head on his palm and gently dabbled twice.

Shen Shi turned his head, looked at the old white monkey and the stone pig, and looked at them who were still chatting with him yesterday, but now they have become two cold corpses, slowly sitting on the ground.

He just looked at them like this without saying anything. He watched them for a long, long time. It was only when the sky was dim again that he woke up as if he trembled, and slowly stood up.

The corners of his eyes seemed to be a bit moist, but he didn't shed tears while gritting his teeth, and started digging in this clearing.

It is safe to enter the soil, not only among the human race, but also among the demons.

In the three years of Demon Realm, he not only had these two friends, but also understood some other things.

This pit was very big because there was more than one person lying in it. At this time, the little black pig was also unusually silent, lying quietly aside, looking at the sinking stone, looking at the dirt pit, and occasionally at the frozen stone pig and the old white monkey, and then quietly lowered. Over.

When it was dark and late at night, with the starlight above the sky, the sinking stone dug the pit and dragged the bodies of the old white monkey and the stone pig into it bit by bit.

He knelt on the edge of the pit, his hand was bruised, and looked at the two faces that had been blurred in the shadow of the pit. The darkness was like a deep iron curtain separating himself from them forever.

He gritted his teeth and lowered his head, but finally couldn't help but choked up.

Tears blurred his eyes, he gritted his teeth and turned his head away, shaking his hands and began to push the soil down the pit. Beside him, the little black pig suddenly jumped over a little annoyed, and bit his arm sleeve robe.

Shen Shi's movements were sluggish for a while, and there was a little tremor in his voice, and he choked softly: "They are dead, Xiao Hei, they... are dead."

The little black pig mang hesitated, then slowly let go of his mouth.

The soil fell from the gap between the fingers little by little, covering the two familiar bodies, as if it also covered the traces of their existence in this world.

When the pothole was finally filled, when the slightly bulging ground like a tomb bag was exposed in front of his eyes, Shen Shi's body trembled, and he sat down blankly against the tomb bag.

The corner of his eye turned blankly, but he saw that the wine jar with flower carvings not far away was still dumping next to a big tree. Shen Shi silently reached out and hugged the wine jar, and found that there was still residue inside. A half of the drinks.

The strong and mellow wine smell, even after this stormy night, still remains unchanged.

Shen Shi hugged the wine jar and suddenly seemed to be out of control. The big tears couldn't bear it anymore, and they fell from his face. Then he suddenly raised his head, hugged the wine jar to his mouth, and drank gulps. The mellow and strong drink poured into his stomach and intestines, as if unknowingly he was back not long ago. The old monkey was greedy and greedy. Happy drinking time.

The sorrowful person is drunk.

Drunk eyes looking back at the solitary grave.

Leaning on the grave bag with his back, Shen Shi's hands were slightly loosened, and the wine jar rolled down with it, rolling a few times on the ground, but there was no more wine left.

Shen Shi suddenly laughed. In that drunkenness, he seemed to be smiling happily, but it seemed like an inexplicable and profound pain. He smiled and patted the grave bag under him, and then whispered as if he was only himself With a voice that can only be heard by the people in the grave, gently said:

"Good wine, old monkey."

——The end of the first volume "Drunken Flower Carving".