"You, what are you going to do?"

"Scrap his hands." He didn't hide it at all, and told the truth about what he was going to do.

He picked up the hammer in his hand, looked left and right, touched his chin and thought, "Why don't you waste it first?" Unable to think of it for a while, he turned to Bei Dye again, "Why don't you come and help me choose?" ”

Kita's eyes were red, he stared at him and scolded: "You madman! You are not allowed to touch him! ”

Obsidian laughed when he heard this, and besides, he seemed to really love to laugh, and he could laugh at any time.

"I'm not going to touch him, what can you do?" He turned to Bei Ran and shook his head at her like a child, smiling hippie.

Bei Ran's eyes were bloodshot, and he said viciously: "You damn short-lived ghost, if you dare to touch him, I will kill you!" and dig thy graves, and crush thy bones into powder, and pave roads in the dirt for all to be trodden on. ”

Her words finally aroused him, and Obsidian put away the smile that always hung on his face, lowered his head and looked dark, his pale knuckles clattered by him. The next moment, he raised his hand and slapped Bei Ran away.

Bei Dye even fell to the ground with a chair, the wooden chair was overwhelmed by her weight, it was smashed to pieces, and the wooden blocks that were broken into the ground couldn't tell which was the back and which was the leg. And Beiran herself was also thrown to the ground, so painful that she gritted her teeth and spit out a small mouthful of blood.

Obsidian stood motionless, his face seemed to have not changed much, but his upper teeth were clenched against his lower lip, and it was difficult to hide the fluctuations in his heart. However, his bloodless lips, no matter how much he bites, still can't see the slightest hint of red.

His erratic gaze finally stopped at a point in the void, and in a trance, he seemed to see a little boy dressed in tatters and draped in a white linen cloth, kneeling on the crowded street, guarding the corpse of a child of his age wrapped in the straw mat in front of him. A group of men, women, and children shouted and cursed again:

"Heartless bastard, deserving of a short life!"

"It shouldn't have been born!"

"If you die, you should dig up the grave and whip the corpse, and dry it for seven days and seven nights. Let the corpse turn into pus, not the whole corpse, not into reincarnation! ”

……

"The King."

"The King."

A little ghost next to him saw that Obsidian lost his mind for a while, and called him repeatedly, seeing that he still didn't respond, he couldn't help but raise his voice, "King!" ”

Obsidian finally came back to his senses, looked around in a panic, and found that there was no existence of the group of people in his memory, only then did he realize that he had just lost his manners, and replaced it with that flawless smiling face.

"Short-lived, huh? Is it a grave digger? I'm going to kill him right now, so that his life is shorter than mine!" ”

With that, he picked up the hammer again, took two steps to Ji Changkong's side, picked it up and smashed it on his arm.

Anyone with eyes can see that this time, he is full of strength, as long as he hammers down, this person's hand will be rotten into mud in an instant.

"Don't !!" Beiran lay on the ground, shouting hoarsely.

The hammer fell suddenly, but when it just touched Ji Changkong's sleeve, it really stopped again.

Bei Ran's wide mouth was not closed, and he swallowed the breath that had reached his heart, but the tears in the corners of his eyes still fell unexpectedly. Just when she thought that Obsidian had changed her mind and not kill Ji Changkong, he spoke again.

"I don't think I can do it myself, how can I do such a bloody thing." He dropped the hammer and wiped his hands, as if he were not the one who had broken Keigo's tongue with a dagger. All kinds of deeds reveal that he seems to be mentally abnormal.

He beckoned to a red-clothed imp next to him, "Here you come." ”

When the little imp heard his own king calling him and entrusting him with such an important matter, he thought that he had been taken seriously, and he was very happy, and said happily: "Yes, king." ”

The little ghost picked up the hammer and went to Ji Changkong's side, and a weird smile appeared on his ugly face. It was a twisted pleasure that after catching a prey, it was a desperate desire to tear it apart and eat it.

Bei Ran felt a strong uneasiness in his heart, looking at the little ghost for a while, and looking at obsidian for a while. But helplessly, the hammer in the hand of the little ghost finally fell into Ji Changkong's hand.

More than once.

After one blow, the next blow immediately fell again. As if to show loyalty in front of obsidian, the imp used all his strength with every hammer he struck.

And he also got Obsidian's praise for what he wanted, "Yes, just like this, smash me hard!" So, he kept knocking on Ji Changkong's arm, smashing his entire hand and even every bone.