The old monk was very painful, and anyone could see that the two words of pain had been written on his face.

With the diamond stick smashed the old monk, the feel is similar to smashing a rubber, or similar to smashing the tire, with a certain rebound force, but also play my hand pain.

“Do you really want to break?”I asked carefully, “All at once, you may...”

“Let it come to life until you die.”The old monk whispered, laughing impotently, and the voice of the speech was almost as thin as the mosquito: "If I don't die first... how can I do it... I can't kill myself... not because I'm afraid... because I haven't killed myself...I can't help but faint first..."

At this time, he looked at me, nodded, and motioned for me to do it.

“Old man...” I gritted my teeth and saw the old monk’s face in pain, only to feel that his nose was a little sour, and his hands with the diamond were trembling.

He opened his mouth coldly and shouted, “Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I raised my hand, made all my strength, and just wanted to let the old monk get rid of it as soon as possible, bit my teeth and smash it with the diamond.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

“Come again...”

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

“More . . .

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Even smashed dozens of times, in the end, I held the hand of the bulge, the tiger mouth was bouncing over the force, the skin was torn open a mouth, the blood can not stop the outflow...

I collapsed on the ground and sat, I did not dare to look up at the old monk, clenched my teeth, and did not dare to speak out, and the tears kept turning in my eyes.

The old monk was no longer the same, and the flesh, which had been drummed up by the Diamond Mantra, was now dizzy, and the anger had become so weak that it could not be heard.

What I dare not see is the head of the old monk.

He was smashed a dozen times by the King Kong treasure, his head has been completely deformed, and countless golden juices have flowed out of those wounds, smelling like flowers.

“Is he dead?”He asked me carefully, “It seems to be angry!”

I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, picked up the koala, and asked what.

“Or will you come?”

“No need to.”He Yi Gong quickly shook his head: "I just don't understand a little bit, he just said, is it enough to smash a mouthful?"Why do you want to keep falling?”

"I don't know."I said, "Maybe it's possible to throw out a mouth that is not used, you have to make this mouth bigger, or else it has other purposes, such as..."

When I said this, I felt a cold trembling without warning, and suddenly I thought of a little.

If the old monk had been dying... he wouldn’t have killed himself with my hand, would he?

If you want to die, just stop yourself without speed?Why should I do it?

What's more, the current situation is very tense, there is no way to allow the old monk to mess up, even if he wants to die, he must die after dealing with these things, if not, would rather die in the hands of monsters, can not die in his own hands, he will certainly think so...

He also seemed to guess what I was thinking, looking at me in disbelief: “Wouldn’t that be?”

“Even if it’s true, what can we do?”I laughed bitterly, "This is the old man's choice, this is his own life, he has the right to choose."

“But we...”

When he said something, he only heard a sudden sound, and suddenly the wind blew in the temple.

The wind is not big, but with the temperature, it is a kind of temperature that makes people feel very warm... just right!

In this cold and humid place, it is obviously not necessary to be able to lift such a warm wind.

There must be a ghost, no need to think we can all guess.

"The ground!" cried Chen Qiuyan suddenly, "those golden liquids began to move!"

Hearing Chen Qiuyan's words, I subconsciously looked down and looked down, and saw the golden liquid flowing from the old monk's body, which was constantly turning.

Like an irregular jelly, constantly squirming on the ground, flipping the body, and getting bigger and bigger.

From the beginning of the gathering of the group of the bowl mouth is large, just a few seconds, it becomes full of grinding large.

I still haven't figured out what this is, I didn't react, I saw a palm of a golden liquid, very suddenly out of this liquid, and then slammed, buckling the edge of the stone, slowly moving to the shore...

That vision reminded me of the sight of the fallen son crawling out of the pool of blood when I was called out.

Except the characters and colors are not right, everything else is almost the same!

A short time later, a humanoid monster composed of golden liquid slowly climbed out of the stall "water" and stepped to the shore.

It is like a liquid... No, it should be made of mud, there are the most basic limbs of the living people, but the five senses are blurred, except for the two holes in the face should be the eyes, the rest are sealed, sealed.

“Is that what the monk changed?”He frowned and looked at the monster with some vigilance.

“It should be...” I whispered, some without confidence.

Seeing this monster standing in the same place, I suddenly had an inspeakable sense of danger in my heart.

That sense of danger was more terrible than my head-on-face.

But the smell of this monster is far less powerful, which makes me wonder.

It has no air in it, not even the breath that the soul should have, and the whole body is like an empty shell.

Without anger, without soul, how does it work?

Dead bodies want to cheat the body must have the power to act as a driving force, but what about it?There is no gas in the body, and even the most basic common yin and yang qi can not feel even a trace.

Just as I looked at the monster, his eyes gradually becoming alert, his face suddenly cracked, like his mouth.

“Little . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Hearing this familiar voice, I couldn’t help but pause for two seconds and asked, “You’re an old man?!

Its body was still twisting, and many golden liquids appeared like waves on its calf, and pushed up all the way up... until it disappeared around its neck.

“Its physical state is unstable, as if it is not used to this body...” He Yi Gong murmured, looking at this monster made of liquid, his eyes were shining: “Wonestly... this is what he said about the tile Fa...

When he said these words to me, the golden monster suddenly shook a cold, or convulsion without warning.

Without waiting for us to react, the layer of "waves" on the surface of its body stopped, and the slightly puffy body also began to shrink, and that change was visible to the naked eye.

"What's your anger?" he couldn't help but be curious, or asked, "I feel that you are an empty shell!"Where is your breath?”

“Now...I’m not angry now... but I’ll have it for a while...”

The golden monster suddenly opened its mouth, and when we heard its answer and the familiar voice, we were relieved.

Especially me.

Although the old monk asked me to help him complete the tile law, to be honest, this is no different from killing him.

Even if he commits suicide, I kill him, it must be his killing, in any case, the death of the old monk can't get away with me, so I will be so uncomfortable, I can't let go of my heart, just because of this.

But now, at least, for the most part.

Seeing the old monk "cultivated" out of the flesh, debronizing a pair of skin sacs, and having a new skin sac, my guilt was also reduced a lot.

“Little . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The old monk came to me, opened his mouth, and shouted at me very hoarsely.

“I’m here!” he promised, “how do you feel?”

“I am sorry...”

The old monk was dumb in his voice, as if with a crying voice to me: "The law of wa... it is the crime of killing... we have all forgotten..."