Chinese Almanac Master Chapter 84:

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The life created by the calendar paper should never die, but because this life is as fragile as paper, it will be completely destroyed if it is damaged by external forces.

The pain of being ripped apart almost surpasses most of the suffering in this world, so it shouldn’t happen to a young child. Now this cruel and even extinct thing is true. Everything happened in front of my eyes, so that many of the calendar gods who had been curled up and dozed in their calendar all the year round looked at each other, and they all put their heads out of the calendar to look at them and start to calm down.

"I...I haven't seen Twelve these days, so I can’t help but worry about him. Today I heard that he was at work and I wanted to come out and see him secretly, but I heard Twelve crying... I thought This child cried when he smashed the bowl while washing the dishes for Master Li, but as soon as he poked his head out, he saw a lot of blood on the ground... Twelve lying on the ground, motionless... Only... Only ...... The Lord on New Year's Eve was there, covered in blood......"

A pale middle-aged woman dressed in a commoner was muttering lowly, her voice was full of fear and fear, as if she was about to cry out in the next second. She is also an ordinary low-level calendar god, this one is called The female calendar **** on the ninth day of the ninth day and the twelfth day have always had a good relationship and are very close. Usually the twelfth day will innocently call the woman to her mother on the ninth day. Obviously it was even more unacceptable for the ninth day.

Just holding the cold body of the twelfth year on the ninth day, she almost broke down. As the day when she was relatively close to the twelfth day, she hurriedly called for the cold food and the flower in the almanac, but she could face it with her own eyes. The **** breath in the whole room and the twelve o'clock that had lost its voice, Han Shi and Hua Chao hadn't even had time to figure out what was going on, they learned from the mouth of the ninth day that everyone was unacceptable. thing.

"It was the New Year's Eve that killed the twelve madly! It was him! I saw all blood on his hands!!...It was him, it was him...that was what he did..."

The New Year’s Eve, which was full of tears, complained over and over again of the evil deeds on New Year’s Eve. Han Shi and Hua Chao’s expressions were not good, but he couldn’t believe it in his heart. After all, based on their understanding of New Year’s Eve, he It is impossible to do such terrible cruel things.

At this moment, the twelve broken paper souls have been collected by the cold food in the sleeves. On New Year’s Eve, he still maintains the embarrassed and exhausted posture and sits against the wall. He has been listening silently to himself since the first nine. All kinds of accusations and scolding, and the strange thing is that no matter what sounds are made from the outside world, he seems to hear nothing, sitting still with his hand on his **** arm.

"On the ninth day of the ninth day, tell me honestly, did you really see the king killed 12 on New Year's Eve..."

The voice of Han Shi seemed to be pressed under the tip of his tongue, with a low sense of coldness. When he squinted to look at people, he spoke of sternness and majesty, which made the red-eyed junior cringe subconsciously. , When he heard this sentence, Hua Chao looked at the New Year’s Eve not far away with some complicated eyes. After a moment of hesitation, he nodded without hesitation on the ninth day of the month, and then shouted with red eyes,

"I really saw it! It's Mr. New Year's Eve, that's him! Why are you asking me over and over again? Do you think I'm lying? Just because Mr. New Year's Eve is a high-ranking god, he does everything Can I be forgiven...but twelve are dead...my twelve is dead...I only have such a twelve, and only such a son..."

While talking, tears fell involuntarily, Chu Jiu grabbed his blood-filled palm, half heartbroken and half hatred, gritted his teeth and said,

"Before the Twelve Elders told me that the New Year’s Eve Lord is a good god, I also thought he was right! I and the Twelve seldom saw the New Year’s Eve Lord! But we all believe him! This kid doesn’t He is smart, so he can only be destined to be a mediocre calendar, but he has a good heart, he is filial to me, and he works hard to help mortals in the world, but why such a good boy is still dead!!! Is it because he deserves to die Ah!!! Then why...you don’t die on New Year’s Eve!!! Why do you want to harm people everywhere!!!"

Speaking of the last sentence, Lu Jiu suddenly turned his head to the side on New Year’s Eve. Her words finally made Red Lishen a little emotional reaction, but after a violent cough, New Year’s Eve But it was just a faint voice that was almost inaudible and slowly said,

"I didn't kill him..."

Such an explanation is obviously pale and weak. On New Year’s Eve, her face is full of exhaustion, and she seems to be running out of energy even to say a word. As soon as she heard it, the female calendar yelled in irritation and moved to the ground. On the New Year’s Eve, Hua Chao on the side hurried forward to stop her, but at this time a light flashed in the almanac to stop Hua Chao, Hua Chao's figure was stopped, and the black-clothed Zhongyuan Festival had already stopped her with a cold expression. In front of him, and at the same time, Chu Jiu, who was not stopped by anyone, had already slapped a slap in the face on New Year's Eve.

"You evil evildoer! What qualifications do you have to be a god!! You gave me back my twelve... Give me back!!!"

Describes the embarrassed Lunar New Year’s Eve, covering his face and crying, Hua Chao was startled and quickly tried to drag away the emotional Lunar New Year’s Eve, but the beaten New Year’s Eve was not as Hua Chao expected. To make any counter-attack reaction, instead, he glanced at Hua Hua with his red eyes at the moment, and repeated it again,

"I didn't kill him."

Hua Chao, who heard the words, glanced back at him without saying a word, and was struggling for no reason. He felt that this guy was trying to explain to him as a friend on New Year’s Eve, but there was obviously no such clumsy explanation. People will believe him. His red robe has been completely dyed red, and his cold and pale face also reveals an indescribable miserableness. Even if he was fighting with the fierce evil in the past, the proud New Year's Eve Lord will not be like today. Such embarrassment, and such a New Year's Eve, it seems that it can be called... pitiful.

"The words on the ninth day of the ninth day are not without credibility. Both are the gods of the calendar. If you and I can not easily tolerate the murder on New Year’s Eve, then I will use divine power to stop him first, so as not to have another incident. For other things, let the teacher come back to make a decision, how about?"

Zhong Yuan seems to be quite disgusted with the attitude of New Year’s Eve. Today’s incident not only shocked most of the low-level calendar gods, but also forced them to come out and maintain the situation during these traditional festivals. He always only recognizes the facts regardless of the situation. In the face, naturally, he would not be the slightest polite to New Year's Eve when the murder was really committed.

So while he was speaking, he had already used his divine power to confine the place on New Year’s Eve. The black flame pattern wrapped around the neck of New Year’s Eve tightly, and tied him like a prisoner. That force even caused New Year’s Eve to be Kneeling on the ground and panting in embarrassment, Hua Chao frowned unhappily when she was about to speak, Zhong Yuan already gave him a blank expression.

"Hua Chaojun, why do you have such useless sympathy? If you want to kill someone on New Year's Eve, everyone in the room can't escape, and I just want to save my life."

This is a bit too much. Han Shi and Hua Chao’s face sinks at the same time. Obviously they have other opinions about this. After all, there are often evil things on New Year’s Eve, but they rarely really hurt people. He is tolerant of children. Helikes has been like this since thousands of years ago, and it has never changed even now, but it’s impossible to lie about this kind of thing on the ninth day, and there is no such thing in this world that can easily kill Lishen under their noses. The evil existence...

Thinking about this, my heart inevitably felt a little shaken, Han Shi’s complex and questioning eyes fell on New Year’s Eve, hoping that he could quickly say something to prove his innocence, but his face was always pale and gloomy on New Year’s Eve. , And the **** hands became terrifying, which made the Han Shihua Chao Zhongyuan Shisan who were present were a little bit afraid, and the almanac also heard the whispering voices of various calendar gods. Just when the atmosphere was obviously stalemate, he always looked cold, and on New Year's Eve without much emotion, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards the door with an indescribable expression.

With a little hesitation and a little panic, as if all the coldness just now was just a fragile shell, which would be broken when touched by the coming person outside the door, accompanied by this emotional Shake, the door was finally opened, and when the familiar breath came, Xiao Nanzhu and Qingming, who had returned from the outside, had already appeared in sight on New Year's Eve.

"Lecturer——"

Several calendar gods who were standing respectfully saluted Xiao Nanzhu, and Xiao Nanzhu who hurried back looked uncertain after entering the door, but he just looked at the wet blood on the ground and said nothing, and sniffed the Qingming Festival with a calm face. Sniffing the blood, he glanced at the cold food with his sleeves closed, and he had obviously guessed what had just happened. He looked at New Year's Eve with an unbelievable look, and he didn't know what to say at all. At the same time, his face was gloomy. Xiao Nanzhu had already walked slowly to the New Year's Eve where Zhong Yuan was confined to the ground.

The peach blossoms in the sleeves still smelled of sweetness, but Xiao Nanzhu no longer had the mood to give it to anyone. He felt that his heart was cut apart with the cruelly killed Twelve. After a vicious mouth, no matter how he convinced himself to believe that the man in red, who was miserable and embarrassed like a beast in front of him, the doubts and suspicions that had long plagued him for a long time came out in an instant.

The disappearance of the painting, the anomaly during New Year's Eve, and the flaws that have been suppressed by hard work.

"I should have thought of it long ago...but I didn't even watch out for you before."

Xiao Nanzhu's disappointed and self-deprecating voice made her body tremble uncontrollably on New Year's Eve. The man who stood stiffly looked at his emotional state but was unmoved for the first time. Zhong Yuan acted His imprisonment technique confined his actions on New Year’s Eve to a small space. At this moment, his eyes were staring blood-red on his palm, but he did not have the courage to look up at Xiao Nanzhu’s expression. His heart cramped. For a moment he curled up in pain, and the reason was... he knew that the thing he feared most had happened.

It's not that the ninth day of the ninth day did not want to believe it, nor that Hua Chao did not want to believe him, but that even Xiao Nanzhu... did not want to believe that he did not go to kill the twelfth.

"I didn't...I didn't..."

With a voice that was so weak that he could hardly hear it, he reluctantly opened his mouth. The tears of New Year’s Eve continued to flow down his eyes, and the painful whimper suddenly overwhelmed the sound that should have been made in his throat, those in his heart. The guilt caused by being forced to kill Twelve, the fear of being disgusted by the one loved, the sadness and helplessness of being rejected by everyone instantly overwhelmed his whole body, but the malicious and arrogant laugh deep in the bottom of my heart was still a while. Passed up for a while.

……

[New Year’s Eve, New Year’s Eve, have you heard? 】

[No one even wants to believe you. 】

[Your teacher is just an ordinary person, and ordinary people have always believed in their own eyes. 】

[So, just... listen to me. 】

[Hurry up]

Go to hell.