Chapter nine hundred and eighty-six heart demon for me is just wandering about the sword
A person's cultivation lies in his heart. How can he care about other people's rumors? Chen Fan said calmly.
Otherwise, Gu Motian retorted, accumulating good deeds will make the gods proud, accumulating slander will lead to ruin. A small loss of reputation is enough to destroy a person, so it cannot be investigated.
Chen Fan was silent for a moment, then I would like you to go investigate.
Gu Motian nodded and went out.
Looking outside the courtyard, Chen Fan lowered his head and looked at the small tablet in his hand, Mo Xuan, what dad did for you is over, hey.
Chen Fan's eyes were slightly dazed.
In the ancient dynasty of Juliu, criticism gradually arose, just like a spring rain outside Kyoto last night. Even though it moistened things silently, it gradually became a storm.
Especially with some people deliberately adding fuel to the flames, people are already talking about this matter everywhere in the streets, alleys, in Kyoto, and in the teahouse alleys.
After all, this matter is really big.
The Han Mansion was wiped out, but the two thousand heads hanging on top of the Han Mansion are still there, forming a terrifying sight in Beijing. It would be absolutely horrifying to tell such a thing.
In the dark, reputation and reputation are becoming more and more intense.
The public opinion storm that has formed in the government and the public has gradually affected Chen Fan. In the past few days, Chen Fan has been in a daze, his whole person is a little abnormal, and his cultivation has also fluctuated a bit.
Chen Fan practiced for seven days in a row without making any progress at all, and there were still signs of regression in his cultivation! It was a bit like being possessed.
Chen Fan even bled several times during his training.
What's going on?
In the middle of the night, Chen Fan sat up in a daze, and when he wiped his body, he saw blood all over his body. Chen Fan closed his eyes to rest, and felt that the energy and blood in his Dantian were churning, and the churning was very powerful.
My mind couldn't calm down for a long time, and my whole body seemed to be grabbed by a big invisible hand.
His cultivation has been loose, his foundation has been unstable these days, and he has had the urge to go crazy. Is it because of the "people's wisdom" that affects him? Chen Fan hesitated for a moment.
Chen Fan has never tried this kind of feeling before, but this feeling of swaying cultivation is very much like a rumor.
Chen Fan is just an elixir-holding figure. Once the 'All the Words Make Gold' rises, Chen Fan's level will not be able to withstand it.
Once upon a time in an ancient dynasty, there was a bloodthirsty Imperial Master Xuan Ying who ate a baby every night, which aroused resentment among the people of the ancient dynasty. The evil master refused to change his mind and sent people everywhere to kill people and arrest him, who was ridiculed by the people.
In the past ten years, people have been killing people like hemp. In ancient times, they looked up and down the roads and dared not speak out when they were angry.
A year later, the public resentment in the ancient dynasty reached its peak, causing hundreds of millions of people in the ancient dynasty to curse. The demon master came out of seclusion and, in a rage, massacred them.
Millions of people were killed overnight, and public resentment not only did not subside, but became even more intense.
The demon master screamed, his cultivation level plummeted, blood spurted out from his seven orifices, and he was hit by a heavenly punishment from the sky and was on the verge of death.
When the demon master landed, he was swarmed by the angry people and bit him to death. The people's will cannot be violated. This is what he said.
Chen Fan was breathing heavily. He couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and his heart was pounding. Chen Fan was wondering if he had done something wrong and killed everyone in the Han family in a rage. What is the difference between this kind of behavior and Han Litian killing his own daughter?
Chen Fan asked himself, asked himself a few questions, thought about it, got up, and sat quietly alone in the middle of the night, looking at himself in the bronze mirror.
If you didn't know it, Chen Fan was shocked when he saw it. He looked haggard in the mirror, his face was sallow and his muscles were thin, and he had aged a lot.
how so?
Chen Fan touched his hand and saw that all his forehead was covered with sweat. He was sweating from the cold. Chen Fan put his hands on the table and tried to stand up, but found that he was so weak that he felt like he was immersed in water.
Suddenly there was a loud buzzing in my ears, executioner..., killing people like hemp, madman.
Countless noisy curses rang out from the void around Chen Fan. In the marketplace, restaurants, and teahouses, the sounds of curses came from thousands of miles away, buzzing.
No, I didn't!
Chen Fan was angry and pressed his head with both hands. His whole body was shaking. He had so much cultivation but couldn't use it.
You are so cruel, killing two thousand people in the Han family.
You are the executioner.
In order to avenge your daughter, you did not hesitate to kill so many people. You are too selfish and you are not worthy of becoming an immortal.
Countless questioning voices suddenly appeared. Chen Fan opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the bronze mirror. Chen Fan sat down and all the voices in his ears disappeared. Suddenly they disappeared.
Two pure.
Chen Fan was breathing heavily and sweating like rain.
Dad, Dad.
Suddenly, another voice sounded, and Chen Fan suddenly raised his head. The bronze mirror in front of him was covered with blood. Suddenly, a face covered with blood appeared, looking straight at Chen Fan from the bronze mirror.
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Bang, Chen Fan knocked over the bronze mirror and staggered back. Suddenly he remembered something and turned around to look.
Isn’t the picture in the bronze mirror the reflection behind it?
As soon as he turned his head, Chen Fan screamed.
Too close!
The face was already face to face. It was a face with blood and flesh, and it was vaguely Mo Xuan's face. Chen Fan stepped back and stepped back. Behind him, Mo Xuan stood motionless at some point.
Then, the head has been cut off and is held in his arms.
Dad, what's wrong with you? Mo Xuan walked towards her step by step with tears in her eyes.
Mo Xuan? Chen Fan didn't run away anymore. He just stared blankly at the person in front of him. Even Chen Fan didn't realize that she was approaching him.
Dad, I'm so scared.
Mo Xuan, who had her head cut off, hugged her head and cried to Chen Fan, "I'm so cold, why weren't you there that day, woo woo woo."
Dad, I'm so scared.
With a pop, Chen Fan knelt down and cried loudly, Mo Xuan!
I hate it!
When Chen Fan raised his head, Mo Xuan had long disappeared. Chen Fan rushed up immediately, panicked and at a loss, Xuan Xuan, Xuan Xuan!
Bang, Chen Fan burst open the door, and a gust of cold wind blew in. Chen Fan was stunned for a moment.
Under the moonlight, my yard was already crowded with people. From the door, in the yard, to the outside of the yard, it was dead silent. It was almost impossible to see the end. They were all corpses.
, standing there one by one, holding their big heads in their hands, two thousand Han family members.
Countless corpses just stood in the yard. After a while, they walked towards Chen Fan one by one, offering to give me my life.
Give me back my life.
The heads in these people's hands suddenly lifted up and looked at Chen Fan with their dead eyes.