After being reborn as Wang Baochuan's sister, she decided not to persuade him anymore.

Chapter 222

Wei Ting heard that the black air around him suddenly began to surge, surging noisily, and roaring. Suddenly, they dispersed and rushed towards one direction.

And just as the black air dissipated, a figure that looked like a ball of light appeared instantly.

The black air seemed to have a target, and it attacked the ball of light. It was just a heavy blow, and the ball of light didn't even have time to dodge. After a scream, it suddenly dissipated.

There is no more noisy sound in my ears.

Wei Ting finally felt that his ears were much cleaner.

There was a faint black air around him, and the black air that had just dispersed the light cluster disappeared and returned to him, like a cat or dog, rubbing against his fingertips, as if to be coquettish.

However, Wei Ting didn't have time to take care of them.

He picked up Wang Yinchuan, wiped her clean, found a suit of clothes comparable to the previous ones, dressed her well, and then buried her in the valley full of flowers and blooming like spring all the year round.

In the valley, the invincible flowers are surrounded by a faint black air, and it seems that they are not affected, but bloom more brilliantly.

Wei Ting stayed like this for a long time by her grave.

He seemed like a monster.

Neither life nor death, covered in black air.

He found to his annoyance that now, he couldn't even die with her, so he could only stay here with her without a ghost.

Unwillingness, resentment, and anger accumulated day by day, and in the end, the place was filled with darkness, and people outside regarded it as an ominous place.

In the third year after Wang Yinchuan's death, Wei Ting gradually realized that he was a little out of control. He could still control the black energy around him at will, but he couldn't control his emotions. In the urge to kill blood.

Sometimes he just can't help it.

On the day when he realized that he couldn't control it at all, he woke up among the corpses lying all over the valley.

——He lost consciousness in the middle of the night and killed half of the creatures on the mountain, as well as two hunters who broke in unintentionally.

Wei heard that he thought of dying.

Perhaps, only by his own death can the brutal killing be ended.

He can't die.

So, he simply went out of the valley, possessed himself on the leader of a civil rebel army, and killed Xue Pinggui with his own hands. Xue Pinggui died in front of him, his eyes were full of fear, and he no longer had the complacency he once had.

Wei heard that the great vengeance had been avenged, and he was tossed by messy thoughts, but he didn't realize that, unintentionally, he himself contributed to the future that Guangtuan once said.

Wei Ting felt that one day, he would become a madman who killed people and drank blood without reason.

There is nothing in this world to be nostalgic for, and the only sense of guilt gradually disappeared in the years of longing and loneliness, and he wanted to give up.

If the body is completely dominated by the emotion of killing, will it be regarded as dead?

However, just when he let himself go and allowed that emotion to completely control his body, suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color, and a ray of golden light flew out from the god statue in the ruined temple, flying straight towards his body, which was neither human nor ghost among.

The golden light was like strips of cloth, repairing his broken body.

Wei Ting found that his altar was clear for a few quarters of an hour.

"The world is innocent, just like your dead wife." A voice similar to that of the light group, but not quite the same, said, "Do you want her to live again?"

(End of this chapter)