Chapter 1375: Words and Deeds of a Couple (103)

Song Yiyan treated her own people well, but when it came to the enemies who didn't cooperate, she didn't care about anything and just beat them up to death.

Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and the two houses that were made of flesh and blood soon became bloody and fleshy, and flesh and blood began to fly everywhere, mixed with shrill screams.

The scene was so bloody and cruel, so shocking that the ghosts within a radius of ten miles were trembling with fear, hiding in their own small acre and two mu of land and dared not move.

Through the dark night, you can see the lightning and thunder in the sky, all attacking one place, rolling down, not giving people time to react at all.

Song Yiyan took several steps back in disgust and warned the ghost: "If you dare to dirty my clothes, I will turn you into ashes!"

"I will tell you, I will tell you everything, Master, please spare my life, please stop!"

The broken house, doors, windows, and several walls were all chopped off, and the scene was very miserable.

The monster was scared, staring at her, and the remaining broken walls and ruins shook three times: "Master, please stop, I will tell you everything."

Fortunately, he protected his body, but even so, half of his soul was broken.

He has lived for hundreds of years and has been entrenched here. He has seen all kinds of Taoist priests, but they are all useless and vulnerable. He thought that the one in front of him was the same and had no ability.

He had not met an opponent in all these years and was careless.

Song Yiyan came to him mainly for Chen Shan's matter. She came here for money to do things. Seeing him begging for mercy, she stopped.

The monster was relieved when he saw her put away the copper sword that summoned the thunder in her hand, and told her the whole story.

A hundred years ago, when the monster was not a monster, he was a person, but a deformed person with an ugly face, three arms and only one leg.

He was abandoned by his parents just after he was born, and was later found by a hunter in the mountain and saved his life.

The hunter treated him very well, raised him like his own son, and taught him hunting and survival skills.

When he just turned eighteen, there was a severe drought.

For three years, there was no rain from the sky, and there was no harvest. Even the grass and bark on the mountain were eaten up by people, and there were starving people everywhere.

He and the hunter originally lived in the mountain, relying on the mountain for food. They could survive in the first two years, but by the third year, the mountain was so dry that even the fur of an animal could not be found.

All the animals that could run away ran away, and those that could not run had starved to death and thirsted.

Everyone was hoping that God would send down a rain to save those who were suffering.

One day, a Taoist priest came to the village.

The Taoist priest calculated and said that it didn't rain in the village because a monster appeared. It was because of the monster that God wanted to punish them and not send rain to them.

If they wanted it to rain, they just had to sacrifice the monster to the heaven.

The only monster the villagers could think of was him. The villagers came to the door with iron cattails and rakes and kidnapped him.

At that time, the hunter accidentally fell while hunting in the back mountain and was paralyzed in bed. He desperately begged those people to let him go because he was not a monster.

At that time, the villagers had gone crazy because of hunger and drought. They were so hungry that they didn't care about anything. They said that the old hunter was also a monster who helped the tyrants to do evil. If he hadn't adopted the monster, God would not have sent down natural disasters.

A group of crazy people took stones and smashed the old hunter to death.

It was not enough to smash him to death. Someone suggested that food should not be wasted. In front of him, the old hunter who treated him like a son was cooked and shared.

During famine, there were many cases of cannibalism, but he did not expect that he would experience this personally and see his relatives being treated like this.

He was so angry that he hated those people. He swore that even if he died or became a ghost, he would never let them go. He would kill them all and avenge the old hunter.

That afternoon, the villagers tied him up and piled firewood next to him.

After the Taoist priest finished his ritual, the villagers cheered and ignited the fire, watching him being engulfed and burned by the fire.

He hated, and all he saw were pairs of ruthless and indifferent eyes.

He remembered those eyes, and the hatred in his heart was accumulating, growing, spreading, and surging wildly.

He swore to kill them all!

They could no longer be called human beings!

Later, he became a fierce ghost as he wished.

That night, he killed all the people in the village, put their souls into the grass and trees in the forest, and put their flesh and blood into the house.

He wanted them to never be reborn, he wanted them to repent, he wanted them to despair, he wanted them to never rest in peace, and he wanted them to accompany the old hunter with a guilty heart.

He tortured them every day, watching them in pain, wailing and begging for mercy in despair.

He enjoyed this fun.

In this way, year after year passed.

He continued to absorb the abilities from other ghosts and monsters, began to grow, and became the most horrifying fierce ghost. The nearby villages also became empty villages, and no one dared to approach.

As time passed, there was a war nearby, many people died, and vengeful ghosts were everywhere.

He hunted fierce ghosts like crazy to increase his strength.

But who knew that he ate too much and fell into a deep sleep, digesting his ability to absorb.

This sleep lasted until thirty years ago.

When he opened his eyes, he found that everything had changed a long time ago.

There was a village in the mountains, people lived there, and the times had changed. It was no longer the war-torn era in his memory.

He found that his soul had turned into a house. When he was asleep, his soul merged with his dream home.

However, this house was no longer the house where he and the old hunter lived, but the house where a man called the ranger lived.

He had just woken up and didn't want to hurt him.

But the ranger was not a good thing either. He was a perverted murderer who used the cabin in the forest and his identity to cover up his own madness.

He hated humans. When he first saw the ranger killing people, he felt refreshed. The smell of blood would make him excited and happy.

But later, the ranger was no longer satisfied with killing normal adults, and began to bring some powerless women and children over.

He, a vicious ghost who hated humanity, couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he strangled the ranger when he committed another crime.