Cannon fodder for his brother

Chapter 580 My Sister Is The Devil 5
Master Yide's whole person has become different.

There was an evil spirit all over his body, and the black breath spread around his body, seeping into his body little by little.

"Master Yide has become like this, there is nothing we can do."

The person who spoke was Zhao Hu, the young owner of Qinghe Villa.

He was holding a sword, and the other hand was behind his back.

"how come?"

The little monk looked at Master Yide sadly, but saw Master Yide slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes had lost their former light and turned pitch black.

"Master, master, how are you doing?"

"Master can't do it anymore." The devilish energy was corroding his heart.

Master Yide stretched out his hand and touched the little monk's bald head, "French, get out of here as soon as possible, this is not a safe place, go back to the temple as soon as possible."

Master Yide bit his finger, and with his own blood, wrote a vajra mantra on the little novice's head in French.

"Don't touch this place, it will protect you and escape from here."

Wisps of black gas penetrated from the gap between the fingers.

Master Yide's face changed from pain.

"Master? I, I can't leave you alone. I will carry you back."

"Good boy, don't bother. Leave quickly. If you still think of me as your master, just listen to your master."

Yide pushed him away.

Seeing that Yide was so persistent, French had no choice but to kneel down and kowtow to Yide several times.

Turn away.

He didn't notice.

In Qinghe Villa, many people's hands are ready to move.

It was only because of the faint golden light on French that they didn't dare to attack.

French obeyed his master's instructions and left Qinghe Villa in a hurry.

He is not a fool, the master behaves like this.

It must be that Qinghe Villa has already had problems.

He just followed the trend.

Of course, it would be the best if the master could be taken away.However, the master's devilish energy entered his body, so it is estimated that there is no cure.

French stood not far away, looking back at Qinghe Villa, this villa has been shrouded in a cloud of black mist for some time, and it won't be long before this is the second mass grave.

Ning Hong saw the monk again.

There are blood letters on the head.

For the first time before, I saw him crying and begging for someone to save his master.

But this time, there was an aura of sadness all over his body.

The whole person is immersed in sorrow.

There is some devilish energy lingering around him, but it cannot penetrate due to a layer of faint golden light.

The little monk is asking for alms.

Because of the bloody words on his forehead, many people were reluctant to let him get close.

This made the expression on the little monk's face even more sad.

It looks a little pitiful.

Ning Hong bought a few steamed buns and sent them over.

Ning Zhaozhao followed suit.

She won't lose her brother, no matter where he goes?She will follow.

Her other eyeball has also been contoured, and when her eyes are back to normal, she won't need to wear the veil again.

It's just that she is still very clingy to Ning Hongze.

I can't wait to get tired of him directly and let him walk by myself.

"Thank you sir."

Seeing the white steamed buns, French sniffed, but couldn't hide the instant flushed eyes, "The donor is kind, and there must be great blessing."

"Little master, aren't you with your master?"

Ning Hong returned a Buddhist salute and asked.

"The master is gone -" Fa Wen bit his lower lip, "Donor, this town may not be stable in recent days. Please be more careful and don't run around."

The benefactor was a kind-hearted person, and French didn't want to see a kind-hearted person have an accident, so he opened his mouth to remind him. "Don't get too close to Qinghe Villa."

"Thank you little master."

From the looks of it, there was indeed something wrong with the mass grave, and the people in Qinghe Villa also had something wrong.

I was lucky enough to be able to leave the mass grave smoothly, and even found Ah Cha smoothly.

"Brother, I really like the breath of this little monk."

Ning Zhaozhao moved his hand, and the little monk's body was entangled with strands of blackness, and when others couldn't see it, it submerged into Ning Zhaozhao's body bit by bit.

Some of it even merged into Ning Hongze's body.

Ning Hong: "—"

He almost forgot that in his previous life, he planned to become a demon cultivator.

It's just that I didn't expect to die too fast.

It has only just started to practice, and it has been purified.

French suddenly felt refreshed all over.

He didn't think much about it, that is, he felt that he should be moved by the benefactor's kindness.

What the master said is right, don't do nothing because of the small kindness, sometimes, a small kindness can warm people's hearts.

"Donor, we will see you later."

"Wait, little master, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on to these steamed buns when you go back this time."

"The benefactor doesn't have to worry about it, the poor monk can go all the way back for alms."

It was only two or three days' journey, and the benefactor had already given him several steamed buns, enough for him to eat on the way.

"The blood curse on the little master's head will make people retreat. I have some copper coins here, which can be used by the little master on the road."

Ning Hong took out twenty copper coins.

It's not that he didn't want to give more, but that if he gave too much, this monk would definitely not want it.

French thought that with a head of blood on his face, it was much more difficult to get alms than usual, so he stopped insisting and took the copper plate away.

"The merit of the donor is immeasurable."

"Lend your auspicious words."

He didn't ask for anything else this time, as long as Ah Cha could live his life well.

As for the task.

0321, it's not that he doesn't want to finish it properly, but that he really has no choice.

There is only one picture left in his memory, how can he complete the task.

Of course, it wasn't his fault.

This time, if the task fails, it should also be credited to the system's head.

"Let's go back."

"it is good."

"Nie Yi, where are you going?"

Just when the two were about to go home, an old roar sounded.

Several figures flew past on the street in an instant.

in a moment.

The two passers-by had already been caught by the figure, and their flesh and blood had been sucked dry, leaving only a pair of skins thrown on the ground.

"Bastard, you, you still dare to kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

"Killing innocent people indiscriminately? So what if you kill them?"

The one who scolded was an old Taoist priest, but the one who spoke was also a person dressed as a Taoist priest.

This is?Is the Taoist temple also infected by the magic energy?

The people around were trembling, trying to hide in every possible way, just in case they were caught.

Ning Hong didn't have to look at those people, his attention was all on the two skins.

I don't know if it was his delusion.

Why did he feel that the shriveled skin seemed to be bulging little by little.

It's like inflating a balloon.

A stench wafted over.

This made Ning Hong very uneasy.

(End of this chapter)