These are the animals they have abused and killed for the first time. Their resentful undead cannot dissipate and follow them.

"It is the most despicable act to bully the weak because of their own psychological defects. When you make a mistake, the dead souls who die will turn into evil spirits and follow you. If you continue to do evil, they will continue to absorb the resentment until they are strong enough to take revenge." For such scum, there is no need to show mercy. Xining's gloomy face pursed a smile: "You don't have to wait that long, go."

What's the meaning?

If you don’t know, you will know soon!

The four people were horrified to see the undead floating beside the animals, something floating out of their bodies, cats, dogs and birds... A medium-sized hybrid dog emerged from the body of the small hamster. The scene was really weird and terrifying.

After a while, the undead of various small animals were floating around, all of which were the undead souls they had torture to death.

Everything has spirits. Catching and killing because of the needs of survival is a natural choice and a fate. But in order to enjoy happiness and satisfy the perverted psychology, it is contrary to the way of heaven!

Everything goes against the law of heaven, no matter how small things happen, it will eventually result. If bad results are naturally tasted bitter results; if good results are naturally given roses, your fingers will leave fragrance, and even blessings will be rich and good luck will continue.

Looking at the animals that were killed, some of them were still clearly remembered, while others had gradually faded over time, but now they all appeared in front of them, which scared several people so much that they screamed.

"Don't dirty this place!" Porridge actually spoke, his voice matching his body shape, low and deep. It flashed, and returned to Xining's side, leaving the way out of the alley.

The undead of those small animals suddenly emitted a dark green light in their eyes, like ghost fires from hell, lit up one by one in the dark night. They were flying in the air and rushed towards their "enemy", each with their teeth and claws, and biting them desperately, and snatching them hard at the three people.

The three people had wounds on their faces, hands, and legs, and many of them were bleeding.

They screamed, trying to pull off the small animals that were flying over, but they threw away one and another one came. After the small animals were thrown out, they stopped in the air and then pounced on and bite.

Some of them were thrown to the ground and would fly up again.

With the strength of his arm, the big guy grabbed a cat, twisted its neck hard, and twisted its neck into a twisted shape.

As soon as he put his hand, the cat fell to the ground, but slowly floated up. It had already turned to its head behind and slowly turned back. Its green eyes became more and more sharp, and it pounced on it again, continuing to bite.

They were all dead, all undead. They received a trace of faith as their power and began to take revenge in a mad manner.

"Ah, ah, help..." The three of them screamed, rolled all over the ground, stumbled towards the road, and a group of black little animals and undead floated in the air and followed closely, snatching and biting them desperately.

There was only one boy left, with no undead beside him, his legs were swinging and he could hardly stand.

Xining went up and just patted his shoulder lightly, and he fell to the ground "bang", so scared that his eyes were wide open and he even forgot to escape.

She whispered: "Fortunately you don't have a wronged soul on your body, otherwise your fate will be the same as theirs. Go back, have a good sleep, and be a good person in the future."

The boy was still sitting on the ground and was already scared.

Xining turned around and walked towards his room. Death followed her, and the porridge followed. After walking a few steps, the porridge, which was as big as a lion, became smaller in size and soon became its original size, slowly rising up and floating beside her.

"What a pity!" Xining felt sincerely regretful: "I couldn't fight."

It's really a place where heroes have no courage. I thought I could beat these gangsters, but I didn't violently solve everything. I haven't had a fight for a long time, and I really want to feel the feeling of a fist falling on the scumbag's face and knocking off a big tooth.

Mo Ming was like a parrot: "Sister is gentle, but she is not violent."

That's because I didn't meet a scumbag, I should beat you!

But thinking about it, these scumbags have also been punished, and the little animals they killed have taught them their own lessons. This is actually very good.

Don’t worry that they will be bitten to death. When the faith power given is used up, the wronged souls will condense into evil spirits and continue to follow and absorb resentment until they can take revenge again. The time should be over, and I also heard the sound of police cars on the road outside, and someone called the police.

Such a big noise, and so much cry, someone will definitely call the police.

The porridge slowly floated in front of her, and it poured down, lying down with its belly facing up.

She raised her hands knowingly and caught the porridge: "You little guy, you can become so big. Since you can speak, why don't you usually say it and meow."

The God of Death followed and reached out to take off the mask. The mask was terrifying. The dark technology of the gods was neither stuffy nor hot nor breathable, but it was uncomfortable to wear it: "It absorbed too much resentment, and the faith power it got from you, it has become a demon."

"Demon?" Xining held Porridge's armpit with both hands and raised it to look. Porridge squinted at her and screamed sweetly. So cute, is it a demon? But she looked big and strong just now, just like a saber-toothed tiger with long hair. She really looks like a demon, which is quite scary.

He continued walking with porridge in his arms and returned to the store. Death explained that the evil spirits who became demons were terrible and could destroy half of the street when he revenge.

Death kept observing, if it was wrong, there would be measures.

As a result, Porridge received care from her and family care. There were so many living companions every day, and she lived a happy life that she had never experienced before. She slowly resolved her resentment and treated her as her master. So she had the power of a demon, but she lost the evil spirit of a demon.

Xining touched the porridge lying on her legs. At this time, the porridge was lying on her feet and stretched out her feet, allowing her to rub her feet and make comfortable purrs from time to time.

This is the very cool and arrogant monster just now?

Xining asked: "It speaks human language?"

The god of death has changed into home clothes, big square pajamas and pants, sitting there with coffee and slender legs raised, which is definitely a scenery. He took a sip of coffee gently, and a little mist appeared in the coffee cup that had just been brewed: "You can only speak after you transform. It can now make a living by absorbing the souls of other dead animals. Only when the resentment exceeds its control range will it go wild. You should feed it some faith power."

No wonder two guys this morning, one cooked a steak meal in the heavenly world and the other divided the plate, which made her flattered and drunk. It turned out that there were still these things, encouraged her to give her some faith in the future and reduce her resentment.

"Okay!" Xining pinched the fluffy cheeks of porridge helplessly, and the fluffy belly was exposed.
Chapter completed!