"Bang...bang...bang..."

The sound of knocking was getting closer and closer. Each sound seemed to hit Xiao Mi's heart, which shocked him so much that he was sweating and soaked his thin middle clothes. But without hesitation, he pulled away the wall of the person blocking in front of him and crawled in.

As soon as he reached the innermost point, a stream of liquid splashed on his face. He stopped his steps, his eyes drooped, staring at his upper, and did not dare to lift his head up again.

"Huh" and "Ah" screams came one after another behind him, as if they were cheering up the regular knocks and smashes. Xiao Mi remembered that every Chinese New Year, the onlookers would make such sounds to show their timidity and kindness. They could not do such a cruel thing and could not see such a tragic scene, so they were so scared that they couldn't help but scream.

Xiao Mi suddenly wanted to laugh: Are you nailing someone now? Besides, this person was killed by you. Even if you don’t want to admit it, even if you don’t do it yourself, she will be killed by you. So, who will you show this unbearable look at him?

It's really hypocritical.

He sneered in his heart and forced himself to raise his head: Grandma Yi lies on the lid of the coffin, her eyes wide open, her body is stiff, and her whole body is covered with mucus in Nian's abdomen. Her body is intact, but the more intact it is, the more afraid the villagers behind her will be, fearing that she will move suddenly and hook the murderers with the stick still in her hand.

Xiao Mi was also afraid. He was used to seeing her vivid and kind appearance. When he first saw this staggered corpse, he was inevitably shocked, but then, the fear was replaced by a huge sadness. He wanted to pounce on her, swaying her arm to wake her up.

But he knew that she could not wake up, and her hands and feet had been nailed to death by four wooden nails. The wooden nail that was inserted into the middle of her eyebrows was moving inch by inch. The man kneeling beside Grandma Yi hit it with a hard hammer, passing through her bones, and coming to the depths of her brain.

Every time the hammer hits, a large amount of blood will be sprayed from the wound on the forehead, covering the black and blue words - "Diepeiyazhou".

You have no sin, they are the ones who are guilty...

Xiaomi looked at the eyes gradually covered by blood, and her heart was filled with a huge sadness: Yao remembered that when Grandma Yi first came back, everyone was pitying the poor and caring for her, and she took great care of her. She used every needle and thread, all the items, including the house she lived in, were all made up by everyone.

But when did everything change?

Xiaomi clenched his fists: No, maybe nothing has changed. Human nature is like this. When it does not hinder himself, everyone can be a living Bodhisattva who saves suffering. However, once he feels danger and moves closer to himself, even if it is just a little bit, they will immediately show another face.

This change did not require the test of time, so he did not need to be surprised by it.

Blood had completely covered Grandma B's face. Xiaomi couldn't see her eyes, but his mind had eyes slowly opened: Xiaomi, she called his name, Xiaomi, help me...

"How can I help you?"

He asked loudly, and the sentence was covered by a dull loud noise. The lid of the coffin was turned over by several men and buckled heavily on the coffin containing snakeskin.

***

The picture stopped again, this time, it was frozen in a terrifying scene: Eight men stood by the sea with a black coffin, and the roaring sea water caused a terrifying wave, three or four feet high, as if they were going to swallow these people in one bite.

"They threw the coffin into the sea," Mu Xiaowu looked at the picture in front of him and murmured to himself, "It turns out that Jiangbin is Xiao Mi. After thousands of years, he still came to save her."

Sang, who was standing next to him, did not answer. From the beginning, it had been silent. Even when Mu Xiaowu saw the villagers clenched his fists and stamped his feet when he saw them not helping him, he maintained his original silence and stared at the scenes of miserable human relations, as if he had been stationary.

"What are you thinking? Haven't spoken for so long?" Mu Xiaowu glanced at it, his eyes rolled, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Do you feel pity for her?"

"How is that possible?" Sang Rumeng woke up and was stunned for a moment before she said in a muffled voice, "She died unfairly, but she wanted to take revenge and should find those old ghosts. Now because she wanted to resurrection, what is the point of killing some innocent people?"

"Of course it's wrong to kill people," Mu Xiaowu stared at Sang in a flash, as if he was scrutinizing it. "But in my opinion, the three true fires you use every time you eliminate evil are not like killing, but more like saving. Although saving people is to follow the circumstances, if the saver holds a compassionate heart, it will probably help the living souls eliminate resentment and slander and enter the samsara early."

"What kind of compassion? How to save me? I just have to rely on evil spirits to fill my stomach." Sang said in a roar.

But as he said this, his heart felt like something sharp poked, and it broke a hole. It heard the old and quiet voice again, so calm, as if no matter how big the wind and waves could not knock him down.

"Can a dreamer awaken another person who is still in the dreamer? Can a heart that is still in the sea of ​​suffering pull another heart out of the sea of ​​suffering? Sang, I cannot, nor can you, if you are not full of mercy, if you are not empathetic, you cannot save anyone."

"I don't understand."

"You must remember this principle by becoming a beacon instead of giving light to others. Only by being kind in your heart can you eliminate sins and sins."

He said the same thing as this girl, but when he heard these words, he felt irritable. One of them stood and spoke without a pain in his back. They both knew what it was, so they should understand even more that it had nothing to do with the word "compassion".

Forced it to be compassionate is no different from forcing a tiger to eat grass.

But......

Sang's heart shook slightly, and it remembered Grandma Yi's eyes. At that time, she had almost been swallowed by Nian and could only look out from Nian's teeth with her two eyes.

What is the carrying of those eyes? It is not a hatred, but a begging. She begged them with her eyes. Qi Yi can use this to pry open their hard heart door like a stone: Save me, I will give you all my life, don't lock me outside.

Sang knew that at that moment, its heart was connected with her, and it could understand her sorrow and loneliness, and the taste, deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

"Stop pretending, others can't see your worries, can't I still see them?" Mu Xiaowu played with his fingers and smiled at it.
Chapter completed!