I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Chapter 203

The sky is faintly bright.

In the cold spring breeze in February, Zhu Jiuyin, who was barefoot in white, and Qi Qingyan, who was delicate and clean in Qingyi, walked down the official road and came to the forest with a strong smell of blood.

Nineteen human skins with new wood hanging high.

Nineteen human skeletons with seven vertical and eight horizontal and eight horizontal.

There are also pieces of human flesh scattered around the skeleton.

Qi Qingyan gently waved his sleeves.

Human skins, skeletons, and piles of meat slices all disappeared silently.

So much so that the ground, which was soaked in blood to a deep red, also returned to its original appearance.

There were no mountain bandits in the first place.

There is no family of three.

What the young man saw and experienced was just a test of Huang Liang’s dream.

“Seeing that the family of three was subject to the knife of the mountain bandits, instead of turning around and fleeing, they poured all their belongings to rescue them, which is for good.”

“Knowing that the mountain bandits are inhumane, they will definitely kill the mother and daughter after ruining them, so as to throw throwing knives and coldly demanding their lives, so that the woman and the female doll will not be killed and die without pain.”

“Nineteen wrongdoers, the evil ones peel the skin and cramps, and crush the corpses into ten thousand pieces, without a trace of trembling, and the heart is like an iron stone.”

Qi Qingyan looked at Zhu Jiuyin and asked, “How is this kid?”

Zhu Jiuyin smiled, “In such a sinister world, it is rare to have a good heart.

“Being good without being pedantic is even rarer.”

“It’s very appetizing.”

Old Willow’s advice when he left, Zhu Jiuyin still took it to heart.

For this reason, he invited Tsing Yi and cast a spell to drag the boy into his dreams.

Qi Qing looked away.

The three lacquer pupils seemed to be able to see the back of the young man driving the ox cart.

“A million miles south, this kid walked very hard.”

Zhu Jiuyin: “The result is good.

Qi Qingyan sighed lightly, “Really?

Zhu Jiuyin: “For me, it is excellent, and this is enough.”

“Yes, too.”

Qi Qingyan stretched out a slender finger and gently pointed at the young man in the distance.

“Into the painting~”

–

quiet mountains and forests.

Han Xiangbone knelt on his knees and dug a burial pit with his sword.

Soon after, the rudiments of the burial pit appeared.

Only one, not three.

The teenager is not out of strength, nor is he too lazy to dig again, but he feels unnecessary.

Push up the daisies?

The teenager thought it was shit.

If you enter the soil, you can really have peace of mind, so many ordinary people who have been struggling to feed themselves all day long have rushed to bury themselves.

People die like lights out.

Isn’t it a cold corpse when it dies.

What if they are bitten and chewed by jackals, tigers and leopards, burned to ashes by fire, even if they are hung high in the city towers for people to point out, and are flooded by people and poured with dung?

Instead of wearing bright birthday clothes for the deceased, buy a spacious coffin and erect a tall tombstone.

It is better to use these silver money, Bo the deceased smiled before his death.

Han Xiangbone had thought like this.

The boy hopes that in fifty or sixty years, he will be on his own death.

Children will eat and drink well and serve themselves.

Food, clothing, shelter and travel worry-free.

Occasionally, the opera crew is invited to listen to a few songs.

When he drove the crane west by himself.

Even if the children cook their corpses in the pot and feed them to the pigs, the teenager will not mind.

Han Xianggu has seen too many desolate old people in his old age.

Most of them could no longer work in the fields, so they were rejected by their sons and daughters-in-law, and finally starved to death.

After the death of the person, the son and daughter-in-law who were mean and cold-blooded to the extreme, but would rather smash pots and sell iron, but also have a beautiful funeral.

Yu Lingtang’s crying liver sausage was broken, and a handful of snot and tears.

Often those who come to the funeral at this time will be full of affection and respect, and praise: ‘Look, this son, this daughter-in-law, how filial he is. ‘

Today, at the funeral of the old lady of the Zhang Sanjia family, treat eight large bowls.

The funeral of Ming’er Li’s father, absolutely ten bowls.

The so-called filial piety, who wore linen and filial piety, shuttled back and forth in the crowd, with a melting smile on his face, and said with a humble appearance: “Everyone, eat and drink well, I hope you forgive me for not being well treated.” ‘

People eat mouths full of oil.

But I didn’t know that the corpse of the old man lying in the coffin was as thin as wood.

The filial piety and daughter-in-law’s faces were almost frozen.

But I didn’t know that the cold corpse only got harsh curses before death.

Han Xiangbone suddenly remembered Yu Dragon City last year.

He spared no effort to dig out a giant burial pit and bury more than 500,000 bones in Dragon City.

Looking at the uncle’s family of three on the wooden cart.

The young man said to himself: “Help the uncle’s family enter the soil for safety, should be able to save a little yin virtue for grandparents

and mother~” “Aunt and Yun’er, will you blame me?”

“In other words, does a person really have a soul and soul when he dies?”

The book says there is.

Grandpa and mother also said that there was.

And many, many people have said yes.

But the teenager never saw it.

So no.

–

After burying the bodies of three members of the uncle’s family.

The boy took out a charcoal pen and a blue book from the worn book box.

The word ‘stop killing’ is written on the book.

Turning to the first page, it was filled with dense words for ‘goodness’.

A good is a life that died at the hands of a teenager.

The vast majority are heinous.

Of course there are good people.

For example, the uncle’s family of three.

Han Xiangbone did not know much about his uncle and aunt.

The two may be bad guys.

But Yoona is not.

Maybe Yoona is also a bad person.

Can walk after all.

And walking, you are doomed to trample ants and insects to death.

How can a person who takes away innocent lives be considered a good person?

Han Xiangbone shook his head fiercely, feeling that if he continued to entangle, he would give birth to a heart demon.

“There are no good people, there are no bad people, only people.”

Set your mind.

Han Xiangbone turned the second page.

Page three, page four, page five… It wasn’t until page nine that there was a blank space.

The young man used charcoal to write two more ‘good’ characters in the blank.

“Do you want to write uncle?”

“Forget it, uncle didn’t die at my hands.”

Nine pages of goodness.

Nearly a thousand lives.

It’s quite shocking.

“Han Xiangbone, stop killing… Stop killing! ”

Put the blue book and charcoal back in the book box.

The boy was about to get up.

Heaven and earth suddenly sounded a faint sound of ‘entering the picture’.

–

The wind is gone.

The leaves no longer move.

The birds flying in the long sky are frozen in the air.

Everything is in the picture.

In the sound of broken feet stepping on dead leaves, Zhu Jiuyin and Qi Qingyan came to the young man.

Looking at the young man who didn’t move, Zhu Jiuyin was slightly surprised: “I gave birth to a good skin.”

Qi Qingyan took out two blue books from the juvenile bookcase.

One ‘Stop Killing’, one ‘Han Fa’.

Zhu Jiuyin: “Peeping into people’s privacy, is this good?”

Qi Qingyan: “God knows, you know me.” Zhu

Jiuyin: “Give me this Hanfa book.” ”

Take the Blue Book and turn the first page.

Zhu Jiuyin couldn’t help but smile gently.

“Article 1, paragraph 1 of Korean law, Korean law belongs to the state, all rights are generated by the people, and the state is the people.”

“Governing the country with propriety, propriety and music collapse. Now we should rule the country by law, remove the Confucian yoke, make people, farmers, industry and commerce, and all sentient beings equal. ”

…,”

Zhu Jiuyin Jian’s eyebrows frowned slightly, “This kid, isn’t he preparing to implement the law change in the Wei Kingdom?”

Qi Qingqian won the “Korean Law” and read it carefully.

“As it should be.”

“This stinky boy, who dared to change the law in ancient and modern times, all offended the aristocratic class and ended up with a tragic death.”

“The loser, the one who cuts by a thousand cuts, the one who achieves, the five horses divide the corpse.”

“This is a dead end.”