The cold wind blows in the bleak night, and the shadow of the lone lamp is lonely and cool.
The fog in the sky is getting thicker and thicker, covering the stars and rivers and covering up the moonlight.
The streets are getting darker and darker, making people afraid to go out.
Hiding at home and enjoying the warmth of the charcoal fire is the happiness that an ordinary family should have.
"My dear, stop sewing and come to bed."
The man with a square face and round eyes was lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt and shouted to his mother-in-law.
A woman with many fine wrinkles on her skin was sitting under an oil lamp sewing her child's trousers when she heard a man's voice complaining:
"You still dare to say that if you didn't insist on taking our Lin'er to play by the river in the middle of winter, would he be able to tear his pants? I won't sew them... You are pointing at Lin'er braving the cold wind
Are you running around in the street?"
The square-faced man obviously did not have a high status at home. He was a little embarrassed by what his wife said, so he scratched the back of his head and shut his mouth.
The child sleeping in the crib couldn't stop giggling when he saw this scene.
"You are a heartless and lazy guy. I work hard at home every day, but you are still in the mood to take your children to play everywhere. If I don't tell you a few times, you really think I don't care, right?"
The woman's hands were sewing non-stop, and she was still talking about her husband.
"Hey, why don't you speak? Why, you're not happy even after saying a few words to me?"
As the woman spoke, she turned her head to look.
What comes into view is the most horrifying picture.
The man on the bed kept making pounce movements, trying to get out of the bed and pounce on the small bed on the side, but he failed to complete all his movements...
A hole the size of a thick bowl appeared at his heart, and blood stained the sheets and quilts blood red.
A bald monk wearing a big red robe sat on a small bed. His face was covered with blood-red lines, his eyes were deep-set, and he looked extremely evil.
He was holding a naked boy in his hand and pinched his neck with his right hand, making him speechless.
"Amitabha, since this female benefactor has so much resentment towards this family, why not let the young monk do it for you, kill your man, and then your baby, to relieve your pain?"
The woman's pupils shrank, her brain was completely unable to think, and she rushed towards the man's body on the bed like a madman.
"The boss!!"
The red-robed monk's eyes flashed red, and the woman's body froze in mid-air, as if frozen.
The monk looked at the woman in mid-air with a look that admired works of art, and said with great interest:
"Hey, weren't you full of anger against your husband just now? Why are you so sad now that he is dead? Could it be that you just lied... Amitabha, this is not good... The Buddha said... This is going to hell.
Of~”
Following the words of the red-robed monk, floating red blades appeared one after another near the woman, slowly piercing the woman's body.
The woman was just an ordinary woman, unable to bear such pain. She cried out in pain while crying, gritted her teeth and cried in a low voice towards the red-robed monk:
"Let go...my child..."
As soon as she said the words, the red blade stabbed her through, killing her.
The child who was held by the monk's hand widened his eyes and tried hard to breathe. The scene in front of him was so shocking that his soul could not accept it.
The red-robed monk was not touched at all. He spat out the demonic power in his hand and turned the child in his hand into a gray-faced corpse.
After casually throwing the child's body on the mother's back, the red-robed monk said in an erratic tone:
"Monks don't tell lies and say they will kill your whole family, then they will kill your whole family~"
Having said that, the red-robed monk Shi Shiran stood up and admired the miserable situation in the room with satisfied eyes.
"Amitabha, the poor monk punished the evil people who committed evil deeds for the Buddha. It is really a great merit~"
Randomly, the red-robed figure gradually became transparent and disappeared into the house.
…
Fog still spreads over Yunchendu, and the lights of the wooden towers standing in the city to illuminate the city are gradually shrouded in fog.
The street lights on the streets are dim, giving the entire city a depressing and eerie atmosphere.
Sparse raindrops intertwined with light fog, the environment was really bad to a certain extent.
Four detectives from the Yunchendu Patrol Division walked on the street with sabers hanging on their waists and lanterns in their hands.
One of the detectives yawned and complained:
"What the hell, what kind of weather is this? The rain has just subsided a little, why is it so foggy now at night?"
Another detective joked:
"Hey, Lao Zheng is afraid that he won't be able to find his way home tonight~"
Lao Zheng laughed and scolded him:
"Fuck you, do you think I miss you?"
The group of people chatted and laughed while patrolling the streets of Yunchen City.
It was dark tonight, even the lights could not illuminate the city, there was no one on the streets at all, and the patrol of the four men was dull and boring.
Suddenly, a young woman's cry for help sounded from in front:
"Help~Help~Who can help me~"
The four detectives looked at each other, drew their knives and chased after him.
When I arrived, I saw a woman in white sitting in the middle of the street, constantly calling for help.
On a cold day, she only wore a white gauze dress, which was soaked by the raindrops, revealing her exquisite figure. She was holding something in her arms, but it was hard to see clearly in the fog.
The hand holding the lantern was shaking slightly. This scene was actually quite terrifying. Lao Zheng bravely stepped forward and asked:
"Girl, what's wrong with you?"
The woman's cry for help paused, she looked at Lao Zheng and the four of them, smiled slightly, stretched out her hand and handed the objects in her arms to the four of them...
"I can't finish eating this head, can you help me?"
What the woman was holding... was a human head that had been chewed to pieces... with clots of clotted blood stuck to her face. The look was indescribable except for the word horror.
When Lao Zheng and the others saw this, they were immediately frightened out of their wits. Their hearts tightened with fear from the sudden bloody scene, and their legs couldn't help but feel weak.
Lao Zheng understood that this was an evil spirit that he could not deal with. He turned around and wanted to escape. However, before he could make a move, he felt a pain in his back and a spear made of shadows penetrated his body.
The same goes for the other three detectives. Their bodies were pierced from the back by the evil shadow spear, and they were hung up like hanging pork...
The woman in white giggled and stood up slowly.
As soon as he let go of his hand, the head in his arms fell onto the street.
At this time, the sound of tinkling iron objects hitting the ground was heard, and a cloaked man in a black cloak came over dragging his hammer.
The two evil creatures didn't pay attention to each other, just passing by each other, preparing to fight against the next target.
The clouds and dust tonight are trembling in terror and evil.
In the distance, on the tall building of Feng's house, two Taoists wearing black Taoist robes were applying their inner power to their eyes, observing the killings in the city.
Chatting casually:
"Feng Bo was taken away by the Xuanjian Division. I didn't know what to do next. Fortunately, you are here."
"The things below Yunchendu are very important, and the Taoist Master also attaches great importance to them. He wants us to complete the task before the year."
"It's a bit difficult, but it's not a big problem. Do we want to rescue Feng Bo?"
"Let him be detained for a while first, lest he really thinks that he doesn't care about us anymore because he has taken refuge with King Qi."
"Okay... when will these evil creatures stop?"
"It depends on what's under the clouds, but it should stop after dawn."
…
The two people said that and turned around and went downstairs, as if the killings and wasted deaths in the city had nothing to do with them.