ten steps one kill

I came to sleep for a full sleep, and now I am full of energy and eager to try.

Wu Taboo and No Taboo have been surrounded by everyone.

Buji hesitated to look around, and finally set his eyes on his companion: "Brother, brother... what should we do?"

Wuji raised the corners of his mouth, and let out a sneer from the depths of his throat: "What are you afraid of, it's only a dozen people, follow me and kill them out together."

As if in response to his words, the young woman following Fang Wuxiang nocked an arrow, pointed the bow upwards, and shot a feathered arrow into the air.

She is Mu Xue, an elite disciple of Dongfeng Hall.

She was able to be reused by Hall Master Song at a young age, of course she couldn't just rely on a clever mouth.In fact, she has practiced martial arts since she was a child, her body skills are much smarter than her words, and she is proficient in many superb skills, bow and archery is one of them.

The cluster of arrows she shoots is also extraordinary, named "Ming Dy", the material is not refined iron, but lighter and more brittle porcelain, with four hollow holes carved on the four edges, and when it pierces the sky, it emits a clear and long sound. The whistle blew, the sound seemed to be on the wings, and it was heard far away.

Under the guidance of the sound of dysprosium, more people gathered in the direction of Longyin Spring.

Wuba glanced at the crowds of people's heads in the market place in the distance, gritted his teeth, took out a silver dart from nowhere, and raised his hand to throw it.

The silver dart drew a strange track, aiming at neither Duan Changya in front of him, nor Fang Wuxiang behind him, but the horse driving the chariot beside him.

The horse's slender neck was shot by the silver dart, and it immediately kicked up its front hooves, intending to run.The car body behind it also tilted backwards, and the curtain under the canopy swayed violently.

Jin'e was shaken so that she lost her balance and fell to the ground, her hands were firmly on the door.The next moment, the carriage slammed forward, and the sudden speed almost threw her out of the car.

She couldn't help screaming.

"Be careful!" Liu Hongfeng jumped up, brushed past the galloping horse, landed under the hood of the car, hugged Jin'e by the waist, took advantage of the momentum of the carriage to carry her out of the car, and moved back a little, the two of them They fell back to the ground together, "Miss Jin'e, are you okay?"

Still in shock, Jin E clasped his arm and nodded.

Although the people were safe, the carriage couldn't stop rushing forward, and instantly drove away the crowd behind Fang Wuxiang.

Fang Wuxiang stood nearest, but he couldn't do anything to the poor animal, he could only let the carriage pass by.

"Buji, let's go!" Wuji slapped his companion hard on the back.

Buji woke up like a dream, followed the carriage and started to run wildly.

"Don't even try to run away!" Duan Changya shouted loudly, and immediately drew his sword out of its sheath, each sword ready to strike.

However, Wuji, who was less than three feet tall, stood firmly in front of him, blocking his way.

Duan Changya lowered his eyes and looked at the dwarf in front of him, with a bit of surprise on his face.

This person's height is only half of the average person's, and his figure is not very stable, holding a bunch of old and unremarkable daggers in his hands, and he is in a fighting posture, but it's a pity that he is full of flaws from head to toe.Even if he compares it a hundred times, he has never been able to be Duan Changya's opponent.

But there was no confusion in his eyes, not even a hint of fear.

He is so magnanimous, so righteous, compared with him, Duan Changya's expression looks like a real villain.

"I know what you're thinking," Wuji stared into Duan Changya's eyes and said, "If you think I'm ruthless and will ignore my friends, then you're totally wrong until I die in the I will protect him until you fall under the sword."

Duan Changya didn't talk nonsense with Wushi, he didn't care that he acted like a villain, because he had his own discernment of good and evil in his heart, he didn't need proof, he just practiced it.

Before the sound fell, the sword was raised, but it took only a split second, and it was already approaching Wuhu's face.

This is the quick sword that Duan Changya is proud of.

His sword can only be fast, because the shadow of the sword is the shadow of his heart, and the traces of the sword are the traces of his heart. If he wants to wipe out all the evil in the world with his sword, he must have the fastest speed in the world.He chose a hard way for himself. On this way, he must always show his sharpness, never tire and never give up. As long as the evil in the world is not destroyed, his sword will never be able to stop.

Any martial arts elite who becomes his opponent must show some respect for him, not to mention the outspoken kung fu of a half-baked three-legged cat.

Wuji's speed is as slow as a snail, his movements are complicated, revealing a sense of urgency, but the dagger is not accurate, and repeatedly stabs empty, he has never devoted himself to martial arts at all, he only has external momentum, no internal strength, The emptiness of the moves is like drafts.

Within three strokes, a long scar appeared on his face.

The scar started from the forehead, along the bridge of the nose and across the chin, and blood gushed out like mud in the gutter, making his already dirty and wrinkled face even uglier.

Duan Changya drew his arm sideways, the blade brushed past like a thunderbolt, and hit Wuhu's wrist.

The dagger in Wuji's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and blood sprayed a bright red trace in the air.

With that move just now, Duan Changya had broken the tendons in his hands, let alone holding a knife, he couldn't even pinch a bug.

But he still didn't fall down, didn't get out of the way, and still waved his fists that couldn't be clenched, like a dying flea.

None of his every move escaped Duan Changya's eyes.

But there was something in him, the indignation and grief rooted deeper, and the determination and obsession born of the long-term entanglement between the two, which Duan Changya couldn't see through no matter what.

Wuji was overwhelmed by the piercing pain, almost unable to think in pain, but in the desperate situation, he felt joyful joy in his heart.

He has been to a hell that is deeper than the present. That time he was betrayed and betrayed by all relatives, but this time he had a sincere heart and gave up to protect others.The same pain can bring completely opposite feelings in different situations.

He doesn't expect anyone to understand, the world will never understand him.He is well aware of his own evil, his soul has already become dark, and he is doomed to fall into hell after death to continue to endure the torment of sin.However, not all sincerity comes from kindness, just as not all flowers and trees love sunshine, some seeds only take root in the shade, germinate in the mud, and bloom in the dirt.Eyes accustomed to appreciating beauty can never see their existence.

Beauty has thousands of carvings and decorations, like flowers in the fog, and the moon in the water.Ugly is pure and direct, without any falsehood.

He hastily threw a shot behind him, but his eyes were blurred by blood, and he couldn't see the shadow of Wuji clearly.

The next moment, his knees hurt, his legs suddenly lost strength, and he knelt down on the spot.

With a swipe of the sword, Duan Changya severed both his hamstrings.He was like a crow with its wings broken and its claws cut off, falling into a deep prison with no way out.

——Just like those innocent women who were driven to the end by him.

The world is like a prison, be it good or evil, they are all prisoners in this boundless world, no matter how far they go, they will never be able to escape the shackles of fate.

Unable to escape.

He was stopped by someone, and he watched the carriage drive away, stumbled into the bushes not far away.And he didn't even see the movement of the passerby, he received a firm blow on the shoulder, and staggered back into the encirclement.

It was the man in the green shirt, who had met him by the Huichuan River last night. He was as dull as a fool last night, but now he suddenly became extremely powerful. He didn't even have a weapon in his hand. Able to wield strength comparable to that of a sword.

Buji shouted and rushed forward, brandishing the Shuanghua sword, and slashed at the opponent's annoying palms, but his sword repeatedly missed the air, like a clumsy cat and dog chasing a nimble bird, even the shadow couldn't catch up .On the contrary, he received another heavy slap on the chest, and he vomited a mouthful of blood on the spot.

He couldn't see through his opponent's movements, let alone his state of mind, he just felt the anger burning, the primitive and pure anger was like a flame burning his heart, he shouted: "Who are you! Why do you hit me! I want to tell my mother that you bullied me!"

Buji is like an arrogant and willful child, his eyes are rounded, and he stares hard at Fang Wuxiang's eyes.The moment their eyes met, Fang Wuxiang shrank his shoulders and pressed back half of the strength he had given out.

He didn't dare to shoot again.

It was only because the opposite gaze was too innocent, too resembling a wounded child, that his fist lost its direction.Even though he knew clearly in his heart that the ignorant and confused person in front of him was not a real child, but the culprit who killed countless women and children.He knew it well, but his body surrendered before his mind. He didn't know when he became so weak, so vulnerable, and the turbulent astringency accumulated in his chest, causing a burst of bitterness in the depths of his throat.

The mind of a child is similar to that of a beast, although it has no city, it is extremely sharp.Buji caught the moment when Fang Wuxiang flinched, his brows were filled with joy, and he immediately took advantage of the victory to pursue and stab the Shuanghua sword forward.

Fang Wuxiang woke up suddenly, retreated back, but he was still a step too late, he watched the tall figure of Buji press down on him, and the almost transparent blade drew an unpredictable light in mid-air, directly hitting him lower throat.The icy chill sticks to the skin, as chilling as a poisonous Nobuko.

A shadow flashed by beside him, just right in front of him.

The visitor held two thin and long thorns, one horizontal and one vertical, interlaced in the shape of a cross, which coincidentally pressed the edge of the Shuanghua Sword against the heart of the character.With a swipe of the twin lights, he picked up the sharp sword back.

A clear voice said: "Brother Fang, why are you so dumbfounded?"

Fang Wuxiang took a closer look, and it was Mu Xue who had arranged for him last night to make the move. He replied, "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter," Mu Xue stood still in front of him, and waved her hands behind her back, "The hall wants me to help you well, now is my chance to show my performance, this guy is killing my compatriots, let's see how I deal with him."

Buji saw clearly that the person who came was a woman, and opened his mouth with a look of infatuation on his face. He stared blankly at the other person and asked, "...Mother?"

Mu Xue showed an angry face: "A ghost should want your mother, can't you see that this girl is still young?"

She turned a pair of Emei thorns half a circle, held them firmly in her hands, pointed the sharp edges forward, and the cold iron glowed with a clear light, which complemented her water-blue sleeves.

Just now she hid these weapons under her sleeves and never showed them. She also hid in the crowd of men, inconspicuous.But at this moment, her expression was bright and aggressive, and no man present dared to underestimate her ability.

Liu Hongfeng was also watching from the side, while protecting Jin'e, said in a low voice: "It seems that I don't need to take action."

Jin E grabbed his arm and asked, "Can you see that she has a chance of winning?"

Liu Hongfeng nodded: "This girl is by no means an idle person, she has already outperformed ninety percent of the people present just because of her saving move just now. Although Dongfengtang is a rising star in martial arts, she is a hidden dragon and crouching tiger."

He was half-talking to himself, with a look of interest on his face.

Jin E asked again: "Then who is stronger between you two?"

Liu Hongfeng was taken aback, then smiled slightly and said, "I want to ask for the answer too."

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, there was only a sharp sound piercing into their ears, it was the sound of a sharp knife tearing through flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, the thorn in Mu Xue's hand pierced through Buji's chest.

There is only one road on the cliff, which is called the end of the road.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest.A big hole was pierced out of the originally solid and straight body, and scorching blood was gushing out continuously, staining the scarred clothes with moisture. Perhaps the blood was so fierce that it even squeezed the pain far behind , before the pain came too late, Buji still had a dull look on his face, and his eyes wandered wandering, as if he was still in a dream and didn't know what happened around him.

His dream is too long, he sleeps for twenty years, his home is ruined, his relatives are withered, but he has never really integrated into this world, it was like this when he was born, and it was the same when he was imprisoned, until now, he is still on the edge of his dream hesitated.

He spit out a handful of blood foam, slowly raised his head, and called out in a hoarse voice: "...mother... where are you?"

Mu Xue caught his line of sight, immediately frowned, withdrew the blood-stained thorn, swung it hard, and threw a long intermittent line on the ground.

She seemed to be disgusted with the scarlet blood, wishing to throw them away.In the end, she poured her burning anger on Buji on the opposite side, and said coldly: "If it's not that your blood is too dirty, I should pierce your belly and let you taste the feeling of disemboweling yourself!"

"My...?" Buji's fingers trembled, and slowly landed on his abdomen, and he lowered his head and said, "I can't do it, there is nothing in my stomach, it's just a waste..."

His tone was so sad, his sadness was not fake.

Mu Xue was also stunned. She worshiped Dongfeng Hall since she was a child, and lived diligently in the strict rules. She had never dealt with a lunatic. Faced with this man's wild words and foolishness, she was a little at a loss for a while.But she soon became aware of the sights gathering behind her. People from the rivers and lakes who had just been summoned by her Ming Di had come in droves, crossed the Longyin Waterfall, and climbed up this narrow cliff, just to witness the two heads. attribution.

A wave of enthusiasm surged up in her chest, prompting her to straighten her shoulders and point her eyebrows coldly: "Stop pretending to be crazy with me. In this world, evil is rewarded with evil. It is you who do many unrighteous deeds. Don't blame me for being merciless. , I will never forgive you!"

She really didn't need to announce it again, because her opponent was already powerless to resist, staggered a few steps, tilted her tall body to the left, and fell hard to the ground,

Duan Changya just withdrew his sword.

He even withdrew his sword very calmly, even though the blood splattered everywhere, none of it got on his white clothes.

He looked sideways and looked down, confirming that the dwarf who fell on the ground had been cut off by him, and he had no power to escape. Then he withdrew the long sword to his side and walked to another battlefield.

Closer to the water's edge, there was another murderer at Mu Xue's feet, while Fang Wuxiang was standing beside Mu Xue, his fists clenched tightly, his eyebrows twitched, his whole figure was like a fully drawn bow , stretched in a very tense posture.

Duan Changya stopped beside him and asked, "Are you from Lantian, an ancient temple?"

This straight-to-the-point question was like a stone hitting the bowstring, causing a fierce buzzing.Fang Wuxiang was also dazed by the buzzing sound, surprise and bewilderment flashed across his face, and he said after a while: "Yes... how do you know, maybe you have been there before?"

Duan Changya shook his head, and replied: "I have never visited, but what you practice is Lantian Temple Wuxiang Gong."

Fang Wuxiang was startled suddenly, opened his eyes wide, loosened his tightly clenched fingers for a short while, raised them to stare in front of his eyes, as if gazing at a pair of stranger's hands.

Although he practiced painstakingly for ten years, he has never been out of the monastery, and he doesn't hear anything outside the window, and he doesn't even know the name of the exercises he practiced.

He raised his eyes slowly, moved from his hand to the other's face, and asked slowly: "Is Wuxiang Gong famous?"

Duan Changya said: "It is very famous. Now that Lantian Temple has been destroyed, I didn't expect that there are still descendants of Wuxiang Gong in the world."

The word "ruin" fell into his ears, knocking Fang Wuxiang's mind to pieces.His Adam's apple rolled, but he didn't utter a word, he just stared blankly at the person opposite him.

To destroy means to destroy it completely, like a fire that burns all the dry grass on the plain, and there is no way to restore it.The presiding abbot bestowed upon him the Wuxianggong, left him the same name, and then left him, leaving him alone in this desolate secular world.

Duan Changya looked suspiciously, and asked lightly: "You have never killed anyone, have you?"

Fang Wuxiang was surprised again: "How do you know?"

Duan Changya said: "Your palm technique is superb, every move is impeccable, far superior to your opponent, but you hesitated before making a move. It must be because I couldn't bear to see his stupid look."

"I……"

It is difficult for Fang Wuxiang to refute, because every word of Duan Changya's words is a fact, and every word hits his sore spot.

He was born with sins, so he was afraid of taking on more sins. He was born with a flaw, but he only discovered it today.He seemed to have been ripped apart, looking at the rot and dross buried under his skin, panicked and at a loss as to what to do.

He gritted his teeth and said, "...I should have acted just now, but I was negligent."

Duan Changya looked at him, was silent for a moment, and said: "Kindness is a virtue, but it should not be contaminated by evil. You'd better avoid disputes in the future."

Fang Wuxiang took a deep breath, turned his head slowly, and looked at the murderer who was lying on the ground.

Buji finally felt the pain belatedly, but even the way of venting the pain was different from others. He scratched his chest, as if trying to dig something out of the wound, his five fingers were already stained with blood, and he still refused to stop.

He muttered in his mouth: "Mother... Please don't hit me again, I will be obedient and never leave you... I don't want... I don't want to become like Dad..."

His clothes slipped from his body during the struggle, revealing part of his shoulders and arms. The scars all over his body were the result of whipping. Years of age, old and new overlapped, and the old wounds had faded to gray-brown. New wounds are festered and rotted, and will not heal for a long time.

Even Mu Xue couldn't help frowning: "What's the matter with this person?"

He raped and killed his biological mother, murdered women and children, but he was pitiful, like a helpless child.

Fang Wuxiang stared blankly at this person, as if looking at an unsolvable mystery, he wondered if things in the world are often so perverted and chaotic.He once thought that all kinds of sufferings were demon tests, which were obstacles to his way to the Buddha seat.But now that even his Buddha has been burned and no longer exists, what is the meaning of the suffering he witnessed.

Perhaps all kinds of suffering in the world are meaningless in the face of the eternal heaven, earth, sun and moon.

On the isolated island of Yingzhou, unprecedented sorrow turned into a blue wind and pierced through his chest.

He wasn't the only one caught off guard.

These two murderers not only looked grotesque, but also behaved extremely abnormally. Even though both of them lost the strength to resist, no one approached to take their lives for a while.Some are out of compassion and can't bear it, while others just want to take a look at the excitement.

The sound of the waterfall is still there, and the secluded Longyin Spring has become the most eye-catching place on the island.

Buji fell sideways on the ground, his seven-foot body curled up like a fetus, the blood color gradually faded from his cheeks, and his strength gradually faded away, but he was still calling for his mother.

He seemed to have completely forgotten how his mother whipped him and then kissed him, how she lured him to have sex with her with tears in her eyes.

He seemed to have completely forgotten that his mother had already been killed by him, and the incestuous life in her belly died under the Shuanghua sword together.

That day was the first time he cut open the woman's body. The fetus in the body had begun to take shape, with complete hands and feet and cloudy eyes. He suddenly thought that this shapeless thing was his own flesh and blood, but it was not related to He slept on the same germ bed, and he had a nightmare, dreaming that it grew up and became another self in the world, and he was strangled by it, tortured and dying.

There is no need for two identical people in the world, so he had to kill the child.But when he broke the fetus' legs and strangled the fetus' neck, he saw the scene in the dream again.

It turned out that he had been living in a dream all the time, and he couldn't even tell whether it was the fetus or himself that died.

He seemed to have completely forgotten that his mother would never hear his call again.

But another person heard it.

The person he called his eldest brother, his only remaining relative in the world, was struggling to crawl to his side.

The dwarf crawled close to the ground, like a wriggling worm. The short body rolled over the gravel, making a creaking sound, and a long red line trailed behind him, which was the blood stained on the stone.

The worm had broken legs and was covered in cuts and bruises. Its cheek was pressed against the ground, covered with mud. It twisted its waist and abdomen under the eyes of everyone, and moved forward inch by inch with the remaining strength.

In the eyes of others, his appearance is extremely humble, pitiful and hateful.

Only with his eyes that fell into the dust like him and pressed close to the ground can he see the expression on his face clearly.

He crawled towards the figure curled up by the water, and there was a bit of joy on his face.It turned out that the target he was looking for also saw him, opened his bloodshot eyes, raised his head slightly, and called out: "Brother——"

Two vague words and a weak call were incomparably comforting to him.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.

He finally climbed to Buji's side, and there was only an arm's distance between them, but this distance made him insurmountable. His arms could no longer be raised, and his vision gradually dimmed. How much time to live.

He opened his mouth, spat, and spit out the broken teeth that were covered in mud and blood, and then said in a hoarse voice: "No bogey...it's my brother's fault, he lied to you, your mother has already fallen Without Jiuquan, of course you can't find her in the world..."

"Jiuquan...?" Buji opened his eyes with difficulty, in a hazy and ambiguous memory, he seemed to have glimpsed his father's bones buried under the old tree by the river, he asked in a trembling voice, "Just like my father ……"

"Yes, just like your father." No taboo replied.

Buji was silent for a moment, just when Wuji thought he would never speak again, he asked again: "Then I will also go to Jiuquan, will I be able to find her?"

Wuji was startled for a moment, then nodded and said: "You are really smart, yes, she must be waiting for you to find her."

Buji opened his mouth first, and then bit his lower lip: "But I'm afraid that she...will hit me again...and force me to take off my clothes and do uncomfortable things..."

He said without hesitation: "Don't worry, she has reunited with your father, and she will not beat you again if she gets her wish."

"really?"

"Really, you're really free when you get there."

Buji looked at the person not far away, his bloodshot eyes gradually turned bright, he raised the corners of his mouth, stretched his eyebrows, and showed a faint smile, like a child who just tasted sweet candy.

If his face hadn't been buried in the mud, his appearance at this time would definitely remind people of the glory of Sword Master Shuanghua.

He stretched out his trembling arms, and slowly picked up the Shuanghua sword that fell beside him, supported the hilt with both hands, turned the blade around, pointed it at his neck, and dropped it toward his throat.

This sword is his last hope, he wants to use it to go to his parents, but he is too weak, the tip of the sword just rubbed his Adam's apple, and then he swayed to the side, his fingers trembled, as light as nothing The thin sword slipped from his palm and hit the stone.

The thinner something is, the more fragile it is. This is the simplest truth in the world.The Shuanghua sword lost the protection of the scabbard, and the blade collided with the solid stone, making a series of small breaking sounds, burying his last hope.

He froze, pressed one hand on the stone, and fumbled desperately, but could only touch shapeless fragments.Countless sharp edges and corners grinded against him, cutting his palm to the brim with blood.

Seeing this, Wuba slowly supported his body with his soft elbows, turned his head, looked behind his back, and finally found the fluttering white sleeves.

He said with the loudest voice he could utter: "Duan, I can't exert my strength anymore. I know you are a good person. You can help him one last time."

Duan Changya lowered his gaze, staring at the dwarf prostrating on the ground, silent for a moment, walked to the side of the tall man, and then raised the sword in his hand again.

The sun shines through the piled-up clouds, the bridge-like rocks, the invisible wind, the visible water, the shadowy living people and the howling ghosts, life and death, all the way down. On the sword in his hand, the sharp cold iron was coated with a layer of bright brilliance.

The sword of Tianji only punishes the guilty.

Wuji squinted his eyes, watching the dazzling flash fill his field of vision, and the next moment, Buji's head left his body without moaning or whining, as if he had not experienced any pain.

The life that was born but never entered the world, alienated and short, blood-stained, came to an end.

Duan Changya turned to Wuhu and asked, "You got your wish?"

Wuji looked away from the opponent's face, unloaded all his strength, crawled back to the ground, and said: "Yes, you should do it quickly, I can't wait to go to Jiuquan to accompany him."

Duan Changya turned around and came to Wuji's side, staring down at him, seeing that his expression was intoxicated, it really didn't look like he was lying.

"Do it." Seeing that the opponent hadn't raised his sword for a long time, Wuba urged.

Duan Changya still stood where he was, and asked, "What is your reason for doing evil?"

Wuta said coldly: "It's a joke, why should I tell you?"

Before Duan Changya could answer, Mu Xue who was at the side spoke first, and said indignantly, "You are so cunning, you still want to take advantage when you are about to die."

Wuji really laughed out loud this time: "I'm cunning? You guys are so stupid."

"You—are you not afraid that I will torture you?"

"I'm not even afraid of death, but mere torture?"

His words are true, a person who is not even afraid of death, a person who doesn't have much time to live, what can others do to him.

He seemed to be very satisfied with his performance, reveling in this victory without wielding swords, and even more energetic than before, even though he was seriously injured, there was a calm smile on his face.

Mu Xue was so angry that he stomped her feet.

Duan Changya also frowned.

At this time, a third voice sounded: "Coincidentally, you didn't tell him, and you just gave me the opportunity. I haven't talked to him for a long time, and my heart is very itchy."

Duan Changya turned his head and called out the person's name: "Liu Hongfeng?"

"It's me," Liu Hongfeng immediately agreed with a loud voice, "I'll tell you who he is. He is one of the death row prisoners on Yingzhou Island. He is a mason who mines iron for Dongfengtang."

"masonry?"

"Look carefully, there is still maroon ash in the crevices of his nails. Only iron rust can have such a color. Only after a long period of excavation can the rust ash penetrate so deep. I heard that iron mining The mines used are often dug hundreds of feet, and some places are too narrow for ordinary people to enter, and the foremen like to hire dwarfs like him, because only dwarves can drill deeper." After Liu Hongfeng finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the infinite Taboo, asked, "How, am I right?"

Wuji rolled his eyelids and said, "You are considered knowledgeable."

Liu Hongfeng didn't pay attention to his words, but said unhurriedly: "I also heard that the mines in southern Xinjiang often suffer from earthquakes, there was a collapse not long ago, and a whole truckload of gold and silver was buried at the bottom of the well, and the foreman hired a dwarf to go However, it is a pity that the mine is located in a steep place. It is a shaft, easy to enter and difficult to exit. Although the man completed the task, he could not return it. Later, he spent three days and three nights miraculously digging a narrow passage, and then he was able to narrow escape."

There was a change in Wuta's expression, the smile on his originally arrogant face gradually lost, his eyes were drawn into two lines, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of haze.

Liu Hongfeng continued: "After this person escaped, instead of being reunited with his family, he took a red-hot shovel and smashed the heads of the foreman and his family into pieces, leaving them covered in blood and brains. He was tied to the government, and the county magistrate fell off the chair in fright. This murder caused a sensation. All the masons knew his name and said he was a brave man... You really did yourself a favor name."

Wuji was silent for a long time, and finally said: "... They tricked me to go down. I didn't know until I went down that there was no exit from the bottom of the shaft. I leaned on the wall and heard my brothers and sisters gathered outside, moving me out Do you know how hot and stuffy the mine is, it’s like the Underworld. I’ve even been to the Underworld, do you still care about killing a few people?”

Speaking of this, he sneered in a low voice, not knowing whether he was laughing at the person whose head was smashed by him, or himself.

Liu Hongfeng also chuckled lightly, and said, "I've already seen that, you don't care about anyone except yourself."

Wuji was annoyed by this contemptuous tone: "My brothers and sisters thought I was a burden and wanted me to die a long time ago. Shouldn't I turn into a ghost to take their lives?"

Humble people may appreciate each other and have a feeling of sympathy, but contemptuous people will definitely hate each other, wishing to trample on each other's face.

Liu Hongfeng already clearly felt the unabashed dislike of herself.

Fortunately, his skin is thick enough, even if the other party really stepped on him, he probably wouldn't take it to heart.He then asked: "Your brothers and sisters may deserve to die, but should the unborn children on Yingzhou Island also deserve to die?"

Wuta did not make a sound.

Liu Hongfeng stretched out his hand again, pointing to the dead body beside him: "He is just a poor idiot, should he also die?"

Wuji was too lazy to raise his head to argue anymore, he just lay flat on the ground, rolled his eyelids and said, "You blame me for instigating him? Do you think I killed him?"

"It seems that you still have some self-knowledge."

"So what? People like us, whether they do good or evil, are just like ants crawling up and down. They are insignificant. I just don't want him to die too lonely."

Liu Hongfeng raised the corner of his mouth and said, "You've never died, how do you know you won't die alone?"

Wuya was startled for a moment, but quickly sneered: "I know what you mean, you want to scare me, you want me to regret it? There is no way, but I don't regret it."

He was expecting Liu Hongfeng's angry words to fight back, but the latter just shook his cuffs, with a dull tiredness on his face, and said: "It's okay, you can be obsessed and not regret it, just don't forget, wait for you When the two are under Jiuquan, not only will he be reunited with his parents, but you will also be reunited with your brothers and sisters."

Wuji was silent for a long time, and finally let out a curse from the depths of his throat: "... Bah, even death can't escape this bad luck."

He closed his eyes, let go of all his strength, and finally showed a bit of melancholy on his arrogant face.

Liu Hongfeng flattened his cuffs, looked sideways at the people around him, and showed a big smile: "Chang Ya, are you satisfied?"

Duan Changya was stunned for a moment.

Liu Hongfeng explained: "If you still have questions that you haven't asked clearly, or you want to ask, just tell me, I have plenty of ways to get this guy to explain."

Duan Changya maintained a dazed expression, frowned slightly, the blankness in his eyes flashed away, and was quickly replaced by another extremely restrained emotion.

--dislike.

Liu Hongfeng stared at the other party for a while, put his hands together, and said: "It seems that I am satisfied, and my words are not in vain."

Obviously, Duan Changya was too satisfied to speak.He replaced words with actions, raised the sword again, and let the sunlight fill the edge like a waterfall, pouring just above the dwarf.

The light flashed across the eyelids, causing Liu Hongfeng to feel momentary astonishment.

He clearly realized that this person was about to die, but there was a bit of untimely pity and mourning in his heart.

All living beings are suffering, and no one is wronged. After all, he still said too much nonsense. If he said a word, the suffering of this person would be exposed a little more. His tongue dug three feet into the ground, but what he dug was the soil under his own feet. .

However, when he was hesitating, Duan Changya's sword had already moved.

The long sword fell one after another, cutting off the dwarf's neck simply.

This is the second head that Duan Changya beheaded today. He rolled to the pothole along the terrain and collided with the first head by chance.They finally crossed the last distance as they wished.stick together tightly.

They can't be distinguished by their heads alone, whether they are uneven in height, smart or stupid. They are just two similar bones. The pool of blood merged into one piece, soaked into the soil, and blended together before turning cold, without distinguishing each other.

It was a marvelous sight indeed.

Liu Hongfeng stared blankly, and couldn't help wondering whether they had committed countless evils, and whether they would die very lonely after all.

Too bad they would never give him an answer.

Beside Longyin Spring, no one made a sound for a while, except for the sound of rushing water, there was only the sound of Duan Changya shaking his sword and clapper.

The sound of snapping clips was as clear as strings, and the blood stains on the long sword were smashed into countless fine pieces.