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More than a month ago, Feng Qisong left Jinling City overnight.

He found the trace left by Feng Wobai's team outside the city, and saw the shadow of the horse bandit in the chaotic horseshoe prints.

"This is the horseshoe mark of the horse bandit." The guard beside Feng Qisong lay down on the ground and looked at it for a while, and said firmly, "There is a horse bandit by Mr. Feng's side."

Feng Qisong nodded silently, put his hand on the brim of his hat, and unconsciously dug out a few deep marks.

Feng Qisong said, "Sure enough."

The guard got up from the ground and got on his horse: "Second Master, shall we catch up now, or wait?"

Feng Qisong looked at the team that turned into a black line in the distance against the wind: "Wait a little longer."

He closed his eyes and opened them again: "I want to see how the elder brother died in his hands."

The guards retreated silently.Feng Qisong tightened the reins, his face melted into the wind and snow with frost.

This follow-up lasted five or six days.

Feng Wobai wandered around the mountain aimlessly, returning to the same road several times, Feng Qisong felt that he was delaying time.

The fact is indeed the case, Feng Wobai stopped and stopped, without any sense of urgency to suppress the bandits.

So Feng Qisong gave the order to pursue after observing for a week.

Their troops met in the depths of the canyon, probably due to the heavy snow that consumed everyone's patience, the confrontation between Feng Qisong and Feng Wobai was not as tit-for-tat as imagined, and even a little dull.

"I really didn't expect that you and my brother would meet again." Feng Wobai sighed, "Second brother, you really faked your death."

"Did I fake my death, and you just found out today?" Feng Qisong stretched out his hand to comfort the impatient steed under his crotch, and smiled meaningfully, "Third brother, I thought you already knew."

Feng Wobai's expression was a bit ugly.

Feng Qisong said again: "Could it be possible, do you think the three of us brothers will meet again underground?"

"...You deserve it too?"

"You know that I killed elder brother?" Feng Wobai asked dryly.

He knows he is a very contradictory person.

During the time when he killed his eldest brother, Feng Wobai spent his days drinking heavily, immersed in self-blame all the time, but he didn't regret it.Even if God gave him another chance, he would still betray Feng Qingzhu and live on in the world.

"Even if I didn't know it at first, I know it now." Feng Qisong tightened the reins, looked at the horse bandit behind Feng Wobai, and said calmly, "So third child, you should understand that I won't take you away again." Be brothers."

Feng Wobai hissed for a long time, the guilt and regret on his body were gone, only tyranny remained: "Brother? Second brother, so what if you treat me as a brother? After today, only one member of the Feng family can survive..."

"That person can't be you." Feng Qisong patted the steed gently, let it take a few steps forward, and naturally took over the conversation, then raised his head, piercing Feng Wobai's sharp eyes.

Feng Wobai instinctively looked away, cowardice gained the upper hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Second brother, I'm sorry, I...I can't let you go back alive."

Feng Qisong raised his eyebrows with a half-smile.

"Yes, I know you are not dead." Feng Wobai shook his body violently a few times, as if he was about to fall off his horse, "Chen Beidou told me that you were not dead before I left Jinling City. I didn't believe it at first until..."

"Until you find out that I'm following you?" Feng Qisong finished the rest for him.

Feng Wobai nodded nervously.

"So you deliberately took a detour to delay the time." Feng Wobai sighed quietly.

"Yes! I can't let you go back!" Feng Wobai's roar pierced through the wind and snow, "I also have to let the horse bandits set up traps!"

He raised his arm and pointed to the towering hillsides on both sides of the canyon: "Second brother, this is the grave I prepared for you."

"...you go underground to reunite with Big Brother!"

At the end of Feng Wobai's speech, he was hysterical, hunched over on the horse's back, like an octogenarian, lingering on his last breath, but his eyes shone with a frightening light.

If Feng Qisong died, no one would know his secret.

He could go back to Jinling City in style, join Chen Beidou, and be a playboy for the rest of his life without anyone poking his back.

As long as Feng Qisong is dead...

After killing Feng Qingzhu and then killing Feng Qisong, he didn't feel much guilt in his heart, and even felt that it should be so.

The Feng family should belong to him, and so should the good reputation.

Why should Feng Laosan be overwhelmed by Feng Qisong in everything?

"Kill him!" Feng Wobai screamed with all his strength.

Shadowy figures emerged from the foggy snowstorm, densely packed on the cliffs on both sides of the canyon.

"Second brother, I'm sorry." Feng Wobai looked away contentedly, "The only one who can walk out from here today is me."

Feng Qisong slowly raised his eyelids, watching Feng Wobai's shortness of breath because of the imagined bloody scene, rubbing his hands excitedly.

Feng Wobai muttered frantically: "Second brother, I thought I was afraid of blood, but I didn't know until today that I'm not afraid at all... I wish you could die in front of me right now!"

"Really?" Feng Qisong smiled lightly.

He didn't see the expected panic on Feng Qisong's face, Feng Wobai couldn't help being stunned, and then, a strong uneasiness rose in his heart.

A drop of cold sweat fell from the corner of Feng Wobai's forehead, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously: "Second brother, aren't you afraid of death?"

"Death?" Feng Qisong raised the corners of his lips, "Third brother, besides you, who in our family is afraid of death?"

Feng Wobai's face turned pale again and again.

"Even He Mian is not afraid of death." A trace of tenderness flashed across Feng Qisong's eyes, "Third brother, you are really nothing."

After finishing speaking, he stopped looking at the figure on the cliff, and only asked, "Did brother get killed by a horse bandit here?"

Trembling, Feng Wobai clenched his teeth, not daring to answer.

Feng Qisong asked in a deep voice, "Is it here?"

The hoarse voice echoed in the canyon, Feng Wobai covered his face in panic, and looked into the distance filled with wind and smoke through his fingers.

He saw Feng Qingzhu covered in blood, looking back under the gunfire, two lines of blood and tears poured out of his empty eye sockets.

Feng Wobai went crazy again, frantically waving his arms towards the cliff: "Shoot, what are you waiting for? Shoot!"

Gunshots sounded.

The blazing fire roared, tearing the wind and snow around them.

A trace of ecstasy flashed across Feng Wobai's face, but soon he couldn't laugh anymore - the bullet was aimed at him.

The horse bandits fell in response, Feng Wobai was lying on the horse's back, as if he was on an isolated island.

"Do you know why I keep a pair of glasses in Chen Beidou's mansion?" Feng Qisong sat on the horse, slowly smoothing out the wrinkles on the military uniform, "Third brother, you underestimate me too much. "

Feng Wobai raised a hand to signal the troops on the cliff to continue.

"To deal with Chen Beidou, it is enough for our Feng family to lose one life. To deal with you..." Feng Qisong snorted disdainfully, "What do you think I need to pay?"

"Second brother!" Feng Wobai screamed amidst the hail of bullets.

He was scared, really scared.

"You call me second brother?" Feng Qisong raised his eyes strangely, and a cold light flashed in his long and narrow eyes, "When elder brother died, were you standing by and watching like me now?"

Surrounded by gunpowder, no matter how fast Feng Laosan hid, he was still shot. He huddled beside the dying horse and shook his head desperately.

How dare he see how Feng Qingzhu died?

He didn't even dare to leave Jinling City.

Later, it was Miss Wen who was entrusted by Chen Beidou to tell him intermittently between Wen Cun and Feng Qingzhu that Feng Qingzhu was ambush in this canyon.

The reason why he knew that Feng Qisong was following him and wandered around for seven days was because he didn't dare to approach here.

He was cowardly, and hated his own cowardice.

In order to overcome his cowardice, he decided to personally watch Feng Qisong die under artillery fire.

However, it backfired.

Feng Wobai was shot in the leg, tears flowed from the pain, and dirty words came out of his mouth.

He knew that Feng Qisong was ruthless and it was impossible to let him go, so he just went all out.

Feng Qisong said with a smile: "Third brother, I originally had some expectations for you, thinking that you would have a conscience when you were about to die, but now I know that you have no heart at all."

"I don't have a heart?" Feng Wobai hugged the dead horse's neck and sat up, staring at it viciously, "Second brother, stop being hypocritical, because of Bai Hemian, you hate me so much, right?"

"He Mian?" Feng Qisong shook his head, "You still don't understand why I am so disappointed in you."

"...But you don't need to understand."

Feng Qisong suddenly grabbed the reins, rode on the horse, and walked away slowly with his back to Feng Wobai.

"Second brother?" Feng Wobai's eyes first filled with ecstasy, then suspicion, and finally, after seeing the troops on the cliff also leave, only panic remained, "Second brother!"

Feng Qisong had already walked away, the guard beside him asked in a low voice: "Second Master?"

"En." Feng Qisong closed his eyes.

The silence was wrapped in a gust of wind, and the gunpowder smoke was swept away in an instant.

Feng Wobai raised his pale face, and heard the rustling sound of the fuse being lit.

Like a snake with a red core, it rubbed against the ground with its belly covered with fine scales, winding towards it.

"Do not--!"

The successive roars drowned out Feng Wobai's desperate cry.

"Let's go." Feng Qisong opened his eyes, his eyes darkened, "We've been delayed for so long, it's time for us to go back to Jinling."

The mighty procession poured out of the canyon, leaving the still spreading explosion behind.

After a long time, intermittent coughing came from the canyon that was blown beyond recognition.

A scorched black hand protruded from a crevice in the stone.

Feng Wobai, whose legs were blown off, did not die. He stared at his blood-red eyes and panted like a blown bellows.

"Second Brother..." He convulsed with hatred, "Just wait, as long as I live one day..."

When Feng Wobai was speaking, a boulder firmly embedded in the mountain above his head shook suddenly.

He didn't care, and was still muttering to himself: "As long as I return to Jinling City alive, I will definitely kill—"

Just as Feng Wobai finished saying the word "kill", a huge boulder fell from the sky, as if pushed by an invisible hand, and landed precisely on his head.

After a loud bang, the dust flew up, and what Feng Wobai left in this world was only a piece of dirty blood.