Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

I really can't tell...I really can't tell...I really can't tell.

Li Huowang knelt in the yard of the kindergarten, hugging the little girl tightly, muttering to himself with extremely confused eyes.

Is this reality or an illusion, true or false? Li Huowang couldn't tell the difference for a while.

When Master Jingxin said that any mind element is full of confusion, Li Huowang once refuted it.

But when he saw Sun Xiaoqin kneeling towards him through the fence, he understood the true meaning of Master Jingxin's words.

Xinsu is Xinsu, no matter which side they choose as reality, they are always wrapped in confusion.

This is Xin Su's fate, and no one can escape it.

At this moment, a small hand stretched out from Li Huowang's arms holding a small handkerchief.

Gently wiped the tears off his face.

Li Huowang looked down tremblingly, and saw the little girl's cute little face, she was very focused on wiping her tears right now.

Uncle, don't cry.

Looking at her cute face, Li Huowang reflected in an instant that this little girl might be alive.

When he thought that he was only a little short of killing such a kind little girl, Li Huowang suddenly felt full of fear.

What if she is pretending to be on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month? Kill her!

As soon as this idea popped up in his mind, Li Huowang immediately felt extremely disgusted with himself.

Shut up! Shut up!! Have you ever thought that this child might be alive! Is your life really more important than hers? At least she is a normal person! What about you? Li Huowang! You are a lunatic!! Useless You madman! What qualifications do you have to trade her life!!

Li Huowang held the glass in his hand and creaked, even if the edge of the glass was already bloody, he would not let go.

His roar startled the people around him, and they took a few steps back.

At this moment, Li Huowang seemed to have two villains fighting in his mind. The hallucinations and the real torment made him feel extremely painful. All these things made him unable to breathe.

Li Huowang even thought of death for a while, as long as he died, he would no longer suffer from this kind of torture.

There is no need for a lunatic like myself to live, as long as he dies, it will benefit everyone, and his mother will not be burdened, and Dan Yangzi cannot be resurrected with his own body.

Put your guns away, young man, can I have a word with you? Another voice came from outside the kindergarten.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in plainclothes with a big belly holding a loudspeaker. Li Huowang didn't know his identity, but after those policemen actually lowered their pistols, he guessed that this person's identity was not low.

Just when Li Huowang's eyes moved over, he slowly raised his right hand with the trumpet in his left hand, That, young man, look, as the saying goes—

Just in the middle of what he said, the middle-aged man's raised right index finger slightly bent inexplicably.

Whoosh~! A high-speed spinning sniper bullet shot out of the barrel of the gun from a far away window, and flew straight towards Li Huowang's brainstem.

At this moment, a very special feeling enveloped Li Huowang's whole body, he suddenly tensed up, subconsciously turned his head to one side.

With a sound of Bump!, Li Huowang's body trembled suddenly, his head was raised heavily, and he fell heavily on the ground.

Son!! Sun Xiaoqin's miserable voice spread far away.

The back of his head hit the ground so hard that Li Huowang's head started buzzing, and his eyes were full of gold stars.

Am I going to die? If I'm dead, why can I still think??

At this moment, the bright surroundings quickly dimmed, and the surrounding construction crowds and everything turned into dark and weird-looking bamboos.

At this moment, Li Huowang felt a burning pain on his face, and he seemed to be dying.

But Li Huowang had no time to pay attention to these, because he felt that familiar voice, the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month was still there, and it was watching him from the bamboo forest at this moment.

He looked around and found that it was all bamboo, surrounded by bamboo, and his lower body was trapped in a pool of muddy rotting bamboo leaves.

Li Huowang~! Li Huowang!! From time to time in the bamboo grove came shouts from various people, including those from Lingmiao, Danyangzi, and even Li Zhi.

Li Huowang always thought that other senior brothers and sisters followed his instructions to attack the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

But now it seems that it is not the same thing at all, the situation is just the opposite, I don't know why I was ordered.

At this time, a familiar voice came from the forest. Old bone, as the saying goes, seventy-three eighty-four, the king of hell won't tell me to go, you are eighty-four this year, why don't you go?

The old neighbor's voice kept echoing in the bamboo forest, and it became stronger and stronger, gradually occupying Li Huowang's mind, trying to change his cognition into that dying old man again.

In addition, rustling sounds began to be heard in the bamboo forest. Li Huowang saw the little girl from that night, and also saw the Kitchen God she was talking about.

The eighteenth of the twelfth lunar month is not fighting alone, it even has helpers.

At this time, Li Huowang hadn't recovered from what happened just now, his heart was in pain, but facing the crisis in front of him, he had a smile on his face.

Do you know? It seems that you have won, but you should never have killed me just now. Do you know that my heart really hurts now.

Li Huowang arched his back with a distorted expression, clenched his trembling hand in his heart, and yelled out through gritted teeth. It hurts so much that I want to die!!

After finishing speaking, Li Huowang pulled the red bamboo slips behind him. When the bamboo slips unfolded, Li Huowang felt the extreme pain in his heart come to life.

And this emotion resonated with the bamboo slips, and the inner pain that had been gradually weakened just now because of the return began to gradually intensify.

Immediately afterwards, a wonderful change took place on the red bamboo slip, it began to take root, and those roots drilled through the bamboo leaves below, dyeing everything blood red.

Gradually, Li Huowang's emotions gradually collapsed, and the pain in his heart has returned to the peak just now.

However, this is not enough. After taking root, it must sprout. The pain in the heart is enough, and now there is still pain in the body.

Li Huowang cried out in dismay, and touched the torture tools at the hem with both hands.

They obviously wanted to stop it on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, but it was too late now.