Killing, it is only the beginning.

　　Meng Zizzi's notoriety grew far and wide.

　　At such a young age, he became a cannibal demon, leading a group of similarly demonic companions to embark on a long journey of devouring humans.

　　In the beginning, they would cook the meat, but later their tastes became more discerning.

　　The meat had to be fresh, the heart had to be fresh, and the technique had to be clean and neat.

　　The people they killed were thrown on the ground, their mouths still moving, still breathing.

　　If there was no breath, then the meat was not fresh, and they had to find another source.

　　Of course, children were still the best, but Zizzi didn't eat children.

　　Although Aqiao found it difficult to understand and suggested he give it a try multiple times.

　　Aqiao's suggestions weren't entirely unacceptable; she said the brain should be eaten raw, while it's hot, it's incredibly fragrant."

　　The pig tasted the delicious food and became happier as it ate more.

　　After eating in several nearby villages, it seemed that it was time to relocate and find new sources of ingredients.

　　At this time, A Qiao also had to leave.

　　She looked into the distance and said, "Zi, I once loved a man who said he would treat me well.

　　I'm going to find him now." Zi didn't want her to go and grabbed her hand, saying, "A Qiao, I will treat you well too.

　　Please don't leave." A Qiao smiled and said coquettishly, "Zi, I will come back to find you." After saying that, A Qiao left.

　　A Qiao was gone for half a year, and Zi missed her dearly.

　　His team grew stronger and gained a notorious reputation.

　　As the leader of a group of bandits, Zi no longer needed to leave Xinghua Village.

　　He lazily basked in the sun on the rooftop every day, and fresh ingredients were naturally delivered to him for selection.

　　One day, among the ingredients that were delivered, there was an old man with a smiling face.

　　Zi felt a bit angry and said, "Old man, the meat is already tough and dry.

　　How dare you send it to me to eat?" His companion's face turned pale in fear as he replied, "Originally, we captured ten people, but on the way, this old man escaped.

　　We had no choice but to bring him along as a substitute." "Escaped?" Zi narrowed his eyes and stared at the old man, saying, "Old man, when there is a path in the sky, you don't take it.

　　When there is no door to hell, you barge in." "This old man was originally going to the sky, but he was dragged to hell instead.

　　If the young master is kind-hearted, please let me go back." "Go back? Where would you go back to?" "Naturally, it is the pure land." "Is there still a pure land in this world?" "What the young master sees now is the impure land of the human realm.

　　Pure lands in the ten directions are all within the mind." Zi burst into laughter, drew his sword, and pointed it at the old man with a fierce gaze, saying, "I will now dig out your heart and see what the pure land really looks like!" The old man was killed, but aren't all hearts the same? After being dug out and preserved for too long, they would become rotten, crimson meat.

　　Pure land, is there really any pure land...

　　Zi sneered twice and turned the old man's heart into a dish to accompany his drink, finishing it all.

　　However, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he saw an old man standing in his room.

　　Upon closer inspection, it was the same old man whose heart he had dug out during the day.

　　Zi aggressively drew his sword, intending to turn the old man into minced meat.

　　But the old man stood there, smiling, and with a wave of his dusting broom, Zi couldn't move his body.

　　Suddenly, a white mist enveloped the room, and the ethereal aura filled the air, quickly transforming into a place of transcendence.

　　The transcendental mountain was located next to the sea, and atop a gigantic rock by the shore sat an elderly man wearing Daoist robes, with white hair and an immortal aura.

　　The old man meditated with closed eyes, blending into the chaotic surroundings.

　　Quiet and peaceful, waves crashed against the rocky shore.

　　Suddenly, a massive wave rose with earth-shaking force, and a water python emerged, flinging its enormous tail and opening its bloodthirsty mouth, swallowing the old man in one gulp.

　　Everything happened too quickly, and Zi watched in shock, unable to recover his thoughts.

　　A woodcutter who was passing by saw everything and, without hesitation, raised his axe and hacked at the water python.

　　The water python took a blow, roared in pain, and swung its tail, violently shaking the woodcutter's head off.

　　The head tumbled to the ground while the woodcutter's body, holding onto the axe, delivered a final strike to the water python with all his strength.

　　He then swayed and collapsed, motionless.

　　When the woodcutter woke up, his head had already reattached to his body.

　　A venerable old man with an otherworldly demeanor was smiling at him and waving a dusting brush in his hand.

　　"I am the Heavenly Spirit Treasure Celestial of the Upper Clear Sky, who roams the void.

　　I was swallowed by a monster and was fortunate to be saved by a friend, resulting in my friend suffering the pain of decapitation."

　　"Respected celestial being," the woodcutter tilted his head and quickly knelt down.

　　The Heavenly Spirit Treasure Celestial smiled slightly and helped him up.

　　"I am indebted to my friend's kindness.

　　I wish to repay my friend.

　　What does my friend desire?"

　　The woodcutter, who had just reattached his head but still felt unbearable pain, blurted out, "I do not desire wealth and prosperity.

　　If the celestial being insists on repaying me, I pray that from now on, myself and my descendants will not die when our heads are severed, and we will be free from disasters and misfortunes."

　　The Celestial contemplated for a moment.

　　"To not die when the head is severed goes against the heavenly principles.

　　I will allow your clan members to live for three days after their heads are severed.

　　How about that?"

　　"Thank you, celestial being," the woodcutter knelt on the ground, grateful and indebted.

　　For thousands of years, the descendants of the woodcutter could live even after their heads were severed.

　　Their flying heads could travel thousands of miles, possessing the divine power that mortal beings dream of.

　　They became known as the "Headless Clan."

　　However, as time passed, this divine power became increasingly corrupt.

　　Driven by self-interest, evil and crimes flourished, and practitioners of both good and evil arts emerged, causing harm to the world and its inhabitants.

　　The relationship between the Headless Clan and other humans became complex.

　　Some assisted tyrants, committing many atrocities, while others became cannibals and practiced dark arts.

　　In times of great chaos, there would always be evil spirits.

　　A promise made thousands of years ago was silently brewing into a great mistake.

　　Yet, because the Heavenly Spirit had promised the woodcutter's clan, the heavens could not be destroyed.

　　If the heavens could not be destroyed, then let them destroy themselves.

　　The most powerful flying head mang, who could live forever and become an immortal...

　　How did this news spread? It is unknown, but the Headless Clan believed it to be true and triggered the most brutal self-massacre.

　　The last remaining dangerous flying head mang, named Qiao Ru, could not be destroyed.

　　There must always be someone to be born for her, to destroy her.

　　The chosen one was Meng Zizi.

　　Meng Zizi came to a great realization, not because of the heavenly path, but because the Taoist moved away the impure earth before his eyes and he saw the village of apricot blossoms five years ago.

　　Locusts covered the skies, coming from the east because there was a girl standing under the apricot tree, holding a short flute in her hand, smiling as she played a strange tune.

　　It was A Qiao.

　　Locusts swarmed, and the plague spread.

　　He saw his past self losing his sanity, holding a knife, pushing open the door of his house with a fierce gaze, and killing his parents.

　　Oh, and his sisters, three sisters who loved him dearly, all died by his hand.

　　"Meng Zizi! What are you doing?" His mother, tears in her eyes, trembling lips, looked at him while pale-faced.

　　Killing them all, Meng Zizi remained expressionless.

　　He wiped the blood off the knife on his sleeve, turned numbly, and walked out of the house.

　　The girl standing under the apricot tree smiled at him, waved her hand, and cleared away a black fog from his eyes.

　　Then she sighed, "The village of apricot blossoms has always been a place where people eat each other."

　　Blinded by what was in front of him, outside the East China Sea, there was Zhangwei Dao Mountain.

　　The old man who enlightened Meng Zizi was the old Taoist on the mountain.

　　Meng Zizi later became his disciple, changed his name to Meng Qing, and eventually went to Cangnan Mountain.

　　Zhang Yue Zhenren of Cangnan Mountain was from the same sect as his master, so he took in this poor junior disciple.

　　It was there that Meng Qing met Amon.

　　Amon is a young nun with a round bun and a round face.

　　She often wears white clothes and wields a long sword, practicing swordsmanship in the misty mountains.

　　In the peach blossom forest of March, petals fall on her head, but she is oblivious.

　　She is a disciple under Zhang Yuezhen, a true immortal, and an orphan who was sent to the mountains at a young age to be taught by her fellow senior brothers.

　　When Meng Qing first arrived at the mountain, the disciples from Cangnan were afraid of him because they had heard that this young master was none other than Meng Zhizi, the man-eating monster from Xinghua Village a few years ago.

　　No one dared to approach him, and Meng Qing felt bored until he discovered Amon's existence.

　　Every year on the 15th day of the first lunar month, this usually cheerful young nun becomes melancholic.

　　She dances with the sword in the peach blossom forest, sweating profusely, then climbs the tallest tree in the forest, facing the direction of the mountain, and stares into space for a long time.

　　She is waiting for someone named Yuan Yao, the son of General Yuan Jinheng.

　　Yuan Yao is a young military officer who fell ill in his youth and was sent to Cangnan Mountain by his father to recuperate.

　　Young Amon met young Yuan Yao, and they developed feelings for each other, exchanging keepsakes and promising to be together in the future.

　　Later, after Yuan Yao recovered from his illness, he left the mountain to conquer the battlefield in his new armor.

　　Many years passed, and he wrote a letter to Amon, saying that the Battle of Beiguan was victorious, and soon he would return to the capital.

　　On the 15th day of the first lunar month, he would come to Cangnan Mountain to find her.

　　Yuan Yao said, "Amon, I have already explained to my father that I want to marry you, and he will personally visit Zhang Yuezhen." The young hero did not disappoint her, and Amon was overjoyed, running and jumping in the forest.

　　On the 15th day of the first lunar month, she carefully dressed herself up, even drawing her eyebrows, and specifically ran to the peach blossom forest to wait for him.

　　From morning to evening, from day to night, from this year's 15th day of the first lunar month to the next year's 15th day of the first lunar month, it has been almost three years.

　　Amon said, "I want to go down the mountain to find him." Meng Qing sneered, "Who knows, maybe he already has many wives and children." "Then I want an explanation!" "Have you ever been down the mountain? There are starving corpses everywhere, and plagues are rampant.

　　With just your flesh and skin, you won't even be enough to fill their teeth." "Master!" Amon shouted at him, scaring Meng Qing almost falling from the tree.

　　"What's the matter!" "They say you're very powerful, even more powerful than old man Zhang Yue.

　　How about teaching me a set of swordsmanship? After I learn it, I will go down the mountain!" "Do you even know who I am? Aren't you afraid of me?" "I'm not afraid.

　　Master is a good person.

　　And look at how cute I am.

　　Even if you really are a man-eating monster, you definitely wouldn't have the heart to eat me, right?" Amon blinked her eyes at him and smiled, showing her sharp tiger teeth.

　　Since then, Meng Qing taught her swordsmanship in the peach blossom forest.

　　Sometimes he would teach her hand in hand, and sometimes they would practice against each other.

　　When they got tired, they would lay on the ground to rest.

　　Amon would talk the most about Yuan Yao.

　　How good he was, how intelligent he was, and how deeply he loved her.

　　"There was a time when we secretly went to a mountain temple to pick fruits and encountered a group of very bad mountain people.

　　We were young at that time.

　　The mountain people dragged us into the temple.

　　Ayao always protected me.

　　When they wanted to bully me, he fiercely knocked over the candle on the table, burning down the entire temple...

　　Later, we escaped and only then did we realize that Ayao was also burned and had a big scar on his face." Amon's eyes were misty.

　　"I cried so sadly at that time and secretly thought, if he can't find a wife in the future, I will definitely marry him." "But he still didn't keep his promise." At that moment, Meng Qing lazily lay on a tree branch and splashed cold water on her.

　　But Amon got up from the ground and angrily pointed his sword at him, saying, "He is not that kind of person! He must have gone to the battlefield again to fight.

　　The rise and fall of the country, love and romance must take a backseat for now." "Self-deception," Meng Qing coldly snorted.

　　"Master, come down, I want to spar with you!" The swordsmanship that could have been learned in a few months inexplicably took a year to teach.

　　During this year, Meng Qing and Amon were inseparable.

　　Amon's swordsmanship became better and better.

　　Holding a long sword, he leaped up, and in the season of blooming peach blossoms, the falling petals made Meng Qing somewhat stunned.

　　Meng Qing didn't know when she started to have feelings for her.

　　He only remembered that on that day when the setting sun poured down, the two of them fought in the peach forest.

　　Amon was still not his match.

　　After a dozen moves, he was knocked down by him and stumbled, almost falling down.

　　But suddenly, he grabbed her arm and held her tightly.

　　"Still want to fight?" He leaned down and playfully teased her ear, but he didn't expect them to be so close, their breaths hitting each other's faces.

　　Amon blushed, became angry, and struggled to break free from him.

　　Even her ears turned pink with embarrassment.

　　"Master, let go of me!" "No!" He was just joking and found it quite interesting to tease her, but he didn't expect Amon to stop speaking and gradually stop struggling.

　　After a while, she choked and said, "Master, I want to go down the mountain to find Yuan Yao." "Can you not go?" "No, I have been waiting for him for so many years, I need an answer." "What if he is already dead?" "I need to see it with my own eyes, whether alive or dead." Amon clenched her teeth, tears in her eyes.

　　Meng Qing fell silent and slowly released his hand.

　　He glanced at her, wanting to reach out and wipe away her tears, but hesitated, withdrew his sword, and turned away.

　　"If you can't find him, come back and find me." Meng Qing knew that Amon couldn't find Yuan Yao, Yuan Yao was already dead.

　　Three years ago, the victorious Battle of Lingcheng, Yuan Yao returned to the capital.

　　When the army stopped outside Kaizhou, he coincidentally saved a woman who was almost violated by evildoers.

　　That woman's name was Aqiao.

　　It was rumored that Aqiao had developed feelings for Yuan Yao and followed him all the way, begging desperately, "I am willing to be a cow or a horse, just let me stay by the general's side.

　　General, are you disgusted with me?" Yuan Yao smiled and pointed to the scars on his face, "Why would I be disgusted with you with this appearance of mine? It's just that I already have someone I love, and we will be married soon.

　　Miss, go on your way." When he spoke of his beloved, his expression softened, making Aqiao tearful.

　　He gave her all the silver he had on him.

　　At first, Aqiao refused, but in the end, she tearfully accepted and said, "General, you saved this slave but refused to accept her.

　　Aqiao has nothing to repay you with, but there is something I must tell you.

　　Please remember, after returning home, never open the steamer in the kitchen no matter the circumstances." Yuan Yao found her strange and furrowed his brow.

　　Not long after returning to the capital, Yuan Jinheng, his father, suddenly passed away.

　　On the day of the funeral in the Yuan Residence, he noticed something off about his sister, Yuan Xiu.

　　Yuan Xiu had a vacant look in her eyes and brought a bowl of meatball soup from the kitchen, insisting that he eat it in front of her.

　　In the blue-glazed white porcelain bowl floated five enticing red meatballs, filled with rich meaty fragrance.

　　Yuan Yao immediately grew suspicious and rushed into the kitchen to investigate.

　　Yuan Yao entered the kitchen but never came out again.

　　It wasn't until the next day when government officials sealed off the residence and a large group of bailiffs entered the Yuan Residence that they found death and insanity throughout the house.

　　By the kitchen stove stood a headless male corpse, identified as Yuan Yao.

　　That day, the fire in the stove was still burning strong, flames licking the steamer, while the kitchen was filled with smoke and a strong aroma.

　　A bailiff walked up to the stove, drew his sword and lifted the lid of the steamer forcefully.

　　Inside the steamer were five heads, stewed until the flesh was tender and the skin was cracking open.

　　They belonged to Yuan Jinheng, Yuan Yao, Yuan Xiu, and two aunts from the Yuan Residence.

　　The bailiffs were terrified and many vomited, collapsing to the ground.

　　Rumors spread that the Yuan family had conspired with Prince Zhao many years ago to kill a woman from the Luo clan, and this was her descendant seeking revenge.

　　Whether the rumors were true or false, no one knew.

　　At that time, the various states were at war, and Qin Wang was building his empire in a chaotic era of struggle.

　　News of Yuan Yao's death had long reached the mountaintop.

　　Zhang Yue, the real person, knew, and so did the other fellow disciples, but no one dared to tell her.

　　Meng Qing believed that after Amon descended the mountain, if he couldn't find Yuan Yao or learned of his death, he would still come back.

　　He even prepared himself to comfort her when Amon returned, wipe away her tears, and tell her that although her young hero was gone, their martial uncle was still there and willing to protect her for a lifetime.

　　But he didn't wait for Amon to return.

　　Amon was dead.

　　A month ago, Meng Qing descended the mountain and saw Amon hanging from a crooked-necked apricot tree at the entrance of the distant Xinghua Village.

　　Under the apricot tree sat a girl, her long black hair flowing, her face enchanting, holding a head in her hands, idly playing with it.

　　The girl heard the noise, turned her head, and saw Meng Qing.

　　She smiled softly, "Zhu Zi, where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time." At that moment, the sky darkened, the cold wind howled, and the apricot leaves rustled.

　　Amon stared with her large eyes, her body swaying.

　　Meng Qing looked at the girl for a long time, then raised the corners of his mouth.

　　"Aqiao, long time no see." In the Ten Li Xinghua Village, a gentle breeze and drizzling rain filled the festival.

　　Meng Qing and Aqiao became a couple.

　　As the sky grew dark, a cold wind blew through the western window, causing the red candles in the new house to flicker.

　　Aqiao wore a hibiscus wedding gown, the hem revealing embroidered shoes in a vibrant red, resembling blood.

　　She had been waiting for a long time, and Meng Qing finally came.

　　Both dressed in matching vibrant red wedding attire, black hair flowing, with his graceful figure resembling a jade tree, his brows and eyes exuding a dignified charm that she loved.

　　Meng Qing had always been handsome, and after her careful guidance, he became even more charming.

　　He bent down, supporting himself on the bedside, and leaned over to look at her, with his deep black eyes containing a smile that could captivate any heart.

　　"Aqiao hooked her neck: 'Zizhi, I heard you don't eat people anymore? Why?' Meng Qing kissed her neck, his voice hoarse: 'I'm afraid of being caught and brought to the Yindu, ending up in a miserable situation and never seeing you again.' Aqiao gasped and grabbed his arm: 'Someone is bothering you? Who is it?' 'That's not important.

　　You are important at this moment.' The wind and rain outside, the flickering candlelight inside.

　　Aqiao looked at the young and handsome man, with rosy cheeks like a peach.

　　She squinted her slender eyes, lost in thought.

　　Why did she like Yuan Jinheng back then? When she returned to the Yuan family, she saw Yuan Lang, who was already in his forties or fifties and looked old.

　　In his middle age, he lost his aura and became ordinary and mediocre, leaving her confused.

　　The person she had yearned for turned out to be such a disgusting ordinary person? She caressed Zizhi's face with great satisfaction.

　　This was the kind of handsome and young man she should like.

　　She made him who he was, and they depended on each other.

　　Zizhi fell into the magic path for her and would never betray her, never dying or fading away.

　　At three in the morning, under the dark night, the rain intensified, and the strong wind howled.

　　The candles in the room burned out, leaving everything pitch-black.

　　Suddenly, a thunderclap echoed in the air, illuminating Meng Qing's face.

　　He stood by the bed, holding a green unicorn sword in his hand, his expression icy.

　　A murderous intent filled the air as the sword rose, like a whistling lightning, slashing towards Aqiao, who was sleeping!