1375: The Song Couple (103)

The Song Couple (103)

Song Yiyan treated her own people well, but when it came to uncooperative enemies, she didn't care about anything else. She just went up and smashed them to death.0

Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. The two houses that were made of flesh and blood became blurry not long after. Flesh and blood began to fly everywhere, mixed with miserable screams.

The scene was too bloody and cruel, it was a shocking sight. All the ghosts and monsters within a five-kilometer radius were trembling in fear, they hid in their respective areas and did not dare to move.

Through the dark night, one could see the lightning and thunder in the sky. They were all attacking one place and raging on, not giving anyone any time to react.

Song Yiyan took a few steps back in disgust and warned the bastard. "If you dare dirty my clothes, I'll turn you into ashes!"

"I'll tell you everything. Master, please spare my life. Please stop!"

The broken house, door, window and several walls were hacked away. The scene was very miserable.

The monster was afraid. Seeing her glare at him, the remnants of the wall trembled again. "Please stop, Master. I'll tell you everything you want to know."

Fortunately, he protected his main body. Even so, half of his essence and soul was destroyed.

He had lived for more than a hundred years, and he had seen all kinds of Taoists here. They were all useless and couldn't withstand a single blow, he had thought that the person in front of him was the same and didn't have much ability.

He had not met his match in so many years and was too careless.

Song Yiyan came to look for him mainly because of Chen Shan. She was paid for this, and when she saw him begging for mercy, she stopped.

Seeing her put away the bronze sword that was used to summon the divine lightning, the monster heaved a sigh of relief and told her the whole story.

A hundred years ago, when the monster was not a monster, it was a human. However, it was a very deformed person with an ugly face. He had three arms but only one leg.

He had been abandoned by his parents as soon as he was born. Later, he was discovered by a hunter on the mountain and survived.

The hunter had been good to him, raising him like he was his own son, teaching him how to hunt and survive.

The year he turned eighteen, there was a drought.

In three years, not a drop of rain fell from the sky, and not a single grain was harvested. Even the grass and tree bark on the mountain had been eaten clean, and starved people were everywhere.

He and the hunter had lived on the mountain to begin with, they relied on the mountain to survive. They could still survive the first two years, but by the third year, the mountains were so dry that they could not even find an animal's fur.

The animals had all run away if they could. Those who could not had died of hunger and thirst.

Everyone was looking forward to the next rain to save them.

One day, a Taoist priest came to the village. The priest said that the reason why there was no rain in the village was because of a monster, the heavens wanted to punish them and not give them any rain.

If they want it to rain, just sacrifice the monster to the heavens.

He was the only monster the villagers could think of. The villagers brought weapons to their house and kidnapped him.

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

The villagers had already gone crazy from hunger and drought, they were so hungry that they lost all rationality and they didn't care about anything. They said that the old hunter was also a demon who helped the wicked. If he hadn't adopted the monster, God wouldn't have sent down a natural disaster.

A group of crazy people crushed the old hunter with a rock.

It was not enough that he had been smashed to death. Someone suggested that he should not waste food and cooked the old hunter who treated him like his own son in front of him.

During the famine, it was easy to eat children. There were many cases of people eating people, but he did not expect to personally experience these and see his family being treated like this.

At that time, he was scared out of his wits and hated those people to the core. He swore that even if he died and turned into a malicious ghost, he would never let them off. He would kill them all and avenge the old hunter.

That afternoon, the villagers tied him up. Wood was piled beside him.

After the Taoist priest finished his ritual, the villagers cheered and lit a fire. They watched as he drowned and burned.

He hated it. All he saw were pairs of heartless, cold eyes.

He remembered those eyes. The hatred in his heart was accumulating, growing, spreading, darting wildly.

He swore to kill them all! They could no longer be called humans!

Later on, he became a malicious ghost as he wished.

He'd killed everyone in the village that night. He'd put their souls into the vegetation in the forest and their flesh into the house.

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

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

He was enjoying himself and just like that, year after year passed.

He kept absorbing the power of other ghosts and started to grow, becoming the most terrifying Specter. The nearby villages also became empty villages, and no one dared to go near them again.

As time passed, there was a war happening nearby. Many people died, and vengeful spirits and malicious spirits were everywhere.

He was like a lunatic as he preyed on malicious ghosts to increase his strength. However, he ate too much and fell into a deep sleep to digest what he absorbed.

He slept until 30 years ago when he opened his eyes and realized that everything had changed.

With a village in the mountains and people living there, the times had changed. It was no longer the war-torn era he remembered.

He realized that his soul had become a house. While he slept, his soul had become one with the home he yearned for.

However, this house was no longer the house he lived in with the old hunter. Instead, it was the house of a man who was known as the forest ranger.

He had just woken up and did not want to harm him.

But the ranger was no good. He was a perverted murderer who used the cabin in the forest and his identity to hide his madness.

He hated humans. When he'd first seen the ranger kill someone, he'd felt carefree. The smell of blood would excite him, making him happy.

But then, the ranger was no longer satisfied with torturing normal adults. He started bringing some helpless women and children over.

He, a malicious ghost who hated humans, could no longer watch on. Just as the forest ranger committed another crime, he killed him.

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