On the contrary, if you want to break out of this endless cycle, you must use the merit tree.

This is the only way to use the subconscious mind to influence the main consciousness.

And to do this, there is only one way, kill Xuan Qing.

"Actually, you can't escape either. Why don't you help me and kill Xuan Qing. Everything from the merit tree will be yours."

Ding Xiaoyi didn't explain anything, he just made his own suggestions.

"Haha, the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind?"

The fat man curled his lips, revealing a face that deserved a beating just like Fatty.

But Ding Xiaoyi was not in a hurry to argue with him. He looked up at the time and saw that it was almost noon.

"I hope Chai Rong can pull the coffin back!"

He whispered a prayer in his heart, then stood up and walked toward the village.

"Hello!"

Seeing that Ding Xiaoyi was about to leave, the fat man was stunned for a moment and hurriedly called out to him: "You...you just left like that??"

He turned around and said, "What if I don't leave? You won't agree. Then I'll stay here and wait for Xuan Qing to catch up. I'll skin you and delay a lot of time for me."

Hearing this, the fat man suddenly looked unnatural.

He knew very well what would happen if Xuan Qing caught him, and he was injured, so there was no room for self-protection for a while.

Thinking of this, he quickly said: "Wait a minute, I think we can actually cooperate."

"now it's right!"

With a smile on his face, Ding Xiaoyi stepped forward and picked up the fat man. Instead of taking him to the village, he took the fat man to the woods on the other side of the village.

The two of them walked away for less than half an hour.

He saw Xuan Qing chasing after him with a spear. Xuan Qing at this moment was completely different from the past.

Covered in blood, the figure stood on the white snow, as terrifying as a demon crawling out of the bloody water.

When the cool breeze blows, the thick smell of blood on his body can be smelled from a distance.

Even the red tassel on the spear in his hand was stained with blood until it became sticky.

The bloodstains on the ground had stopped at this point, and the footprints had changed from one pair at the beginning to two pairs.

Suddenly he frowned: "There is help!"

Xuan Qing immediately thought of Ding Xiaoyi's face.

He immediately sneered: "Humph! If you don't take the road to heaven, hell will have no door and break in, just to send you on the road together!"

Speaking of Ding Xiaoyi, a stranger, Xuan Qing was no less bored with him than the fat village chief. To compare, he even wanted to kill Ding Xiaoyi.

If it weren't for him, things might not be where they are today.
Chapter completed!