Xia Houlin drank water in the kitchen, Tang Shiqi clawed on the door panel, several holes were eaten by worms, Tang Shiqi digged the small holes and said, "Boss, Chi Yan has disappeared in Shuobei. "
Xia Houlin turned his back to him and didn't say a word, but the movement of scooping water stopped. There was silence all around, small flying insects buzzed over, the night was dark, the scattered stars flickered slightly, and the air smelled of soil and flowers.
Tang Shiqi felt uneasy, opened his mouth and said: "Ah, yes, boss, you must not go out these few days. You Jialan have a lot of bad luck. During this time, many people have been arrested. Some people say that Shen Jue caught it so fast and so accurately because there are spies in Garan. You are also on the list, have you seen your portrait on the city wall? A few months ago, I was careless and was discovered by Dongchang, and I was shot with an arrow, almost burping. , thanks to my fate." Tang Shiqi peeled off his collar and asked Xia Houlin to see his arrow wound, "You're pretty decent, Dongchang is chasing down the Garan assassins, you are the top of the most wanted list!"
Xia Houlin looked back at Tang Shiqi's wound. The wound had already scabbed over, but he could see the danger when the arrow was hit. He had already known about Dongchang's arrest of him. He was not blind. From Tianshan back to the Central Plains, all the cities and towns along the way had posted his wanted notices. There are also other assassins, and all eight Galan are on the list. The true faces of other assassins have never been exposed, and only his portrait is the most conspicuous of them.
He went to Tianshan without knowing Jialan, and he never stayed at Jialan Xingyi on the way. Fortunately, when he was crossing the river, he passed a post and saw Dongchang Fanzi surrounding the house, pulling out the people inside one by one and pressing them under the sun. There were more and more people watching, and Fanzi was surrounded by an adult wall and they were not allowed to approach. Fanzi pinched the faces of the people on the ground one by one, probably checking the human skin masks. The leading eunuch in charge roamed around and said: "The governor has an order, the Garan chaos, not a single one!"
They dragged the dark pile of Galan and the implicated underworld to the riverside and threw them into the river one by one. The waves were turbulent, and people entered like dumplings. Occasionally, a black head appeared, which was quickly swallowed by the rushing river.
The trooper passed by him on horseback, and he asked, "Dare to ask your lord, is it also the factory master who ordered the pursuit of the unknown ghost?"
The supervisor gave him a sideways glance, and threw the wanted warrant on his face, "The Governor personally approved the order, will there be any fakes?"
He grabbed the wanted warrant on his face, and the portrait with an ink pen had the word "kill" written on it with a red pen, as if it was painted with blood, vicious and hideous.
At this moment, he looked at the scar on Tang Shiqi's body and finally believed it. It turned out that the Garan chaos party that did not stay, also included him.
Could it be that Shen Jue wanted to find him? He didn't think about this possibility. It's just that Shen Jue didn't know that, he would die after seven and a half months, and he couldn't live without Jia Lan.
Time is long, and people's hearts can change. Watching him grow up, Uncle Duan can kill his mother, and old friends can become enemies.
He turned back in silence, put the water ladle on the table, moved his hand, accidentally knocked over the dishes on the tray, and cracked and smashed to the ground. He squatted down and picked the broken pieces of porcelain into the tray. The pieces were sharp and made a cut on his hand. He didn't feel it, and continued picking.
Tang Shiqi hurried over to stop him, but heard him say hoarsely: "There is something you don't know, Shen Jue and I are brothers who have lived and died together."
Tang Shiqi was stunned for a moment, then slapped the table fiercely, and said, "You said this Shen Jue! Although he is a court eagle, you are a chaotic party in the arena. But after all, he lived and died together, how could he be like this? To you! Oh, it's really rude to know people! Don't tell me, boss, we won't join forces with those traitors who flatter the master and seek glory! Maybe the future generations will give us the name of a righteous hero who resists the eunuch!"
Xia Houlin remained silent. He took the bandage and sat on the threshold to wrap his hands. Tang Shiqi didn't dare to speak anymore. Xia Houlin seemed to be under heavy pressure. When he sat under the sky, it seemed that the whole night was pressing on his shoulders. The wind blew in waves, the leaves rustled, and the shadows all over the world swayed. Tang Shiqi grabbed the plantain by his legs, plucked the leaves, and tore them into pieces.
"Dongchang and Jialan have been at odds for a long time. Over the years, Jialan has killed many people in Dongchang, and Dongchang has also killed many people in Jialan. I am the most popular assassin of Jialan, he is the Admiral of Dongchang, and he wants to kill me too. It's not surprising." Xia Houlin lowered his head and said, "Master said before that I still have a chance of life." He smiled, "How can there be any chance of life, assassins never have life."
Tang Shiqi didn't know how to comfort him, so he stammered, "Hey, boss, don't think so!"
Xia Houlin continued: "I will return to Jialan this time, and I may not be able to come out again. My dark nests in Liuzhou, Suzhou and Hangzhou, as well as the silver in the ticket number, are all yours. You can take out the silver as soon as possible. , or else I won't be able to get it after I kill Heartslayer."
"Hey, boss, I'm so sorry..."
"If you are free, when Galan disbands, you can go to the mountain to see if you can find my body. Cut off my head and give it to Dongchang." Xia Houlin said slowly, his tone was flat when he said this. There was no wave, and there was no change in his expression, as if he was talking about how to chop a chicken.
"Boss, you are crazy!" Tang Shiqi cried.
Xia Houlin clenched his left hand, the bandage was not very comfortable, and when he clenched his fist, he felt very light pain. His heart was a little sour and painful, but his heart seemed to become numb after being tortured for a long time. Neither the soreness nor the pain could spread to the whole heart. But so real.
"When Shen Jue first entered the palace, I was all about saving him, letting him continue his studies, take the imperial examinations, and become the eldest master of the temple. When I first saw Chi Yan, I also wanted to get him out of the dark Bring the Buddha's top down and let him know the world, don't turn into a knife. But now I know that my mother can't do anything." Xia Houli smiled, his smile was very light, like a brush There was a mournful wind on the dead branches, "The person Shen Jue has to deal with is very strong, and it's too difficult to deal with. I can't help him very much, and I can help him a little."
"Boss, I don't even know what to say about you. Money and money are nothing but gifts. How come there are still people's heads? You don't want all the corpses?" Tang Shiqi sighed.
"People who have sinned deeply, don't worry." Xia Houlin stood up on his knees, turned his back and waved his hands, "Sleep."
Tang Shiqi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.
There are desperados like today who have no tomorrow, but they don't really believe in any gods or Buddhas. But after walking for a long time at night, I couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous. Some people would wear Xingyue Bodhi on a string, and some people would go to the temple to donate some money, at least pray that if they die, they will not go to hell and be dug up. Punishment of eyes and nose.
Those who kill their fathers commit five serious crimes, and they will fall into the endless hell. Tang Shiqi knew that Xiahou Lin was not unbelieving or not afraid, but he just believed that his fate was to cross the bones and to chase the soul.
He gave up this life, and he gave up the next life.
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The mountain temple became more and more broken, the tiles were lifted in half, and the rotten rafters were exposed bare, like the bones of a carrion. The walls were originally yellow, with Buddha characters painted in red ink. Painted off now, mottled, like an old woman's heavily powdered face. There are also many large and small, high and low black footprints on it, half of which are masterpieces by Xia Houlin when he was a child. Along the wall was a line of weeds, dotted with a star of red and yellow wildflowers.
Under the wide eaves, there was a red-painted low table and two small benches. The paint on the table had fallen off a lot, and one of the legs had been shortened. A few bricks were placed under it, and it was barely balanced. On the table was a small purple clay pot and two blue-and-white porcelain bowls with missing openings. These were the abbot's most valuable things, and Xia Houlin rarely saw him take it out for use. People who are used to being poor are like this. When they have good things, they keep them hidden and offer them as treasures.
Murderer still wore his black cassock, and sat on the stool with his hands in his arms, as if he had been waiting for a long time. Xia Houlin sat down opposite him, the abbot held a teapot, the tea soup was poured into Xia Houlin's tea bowl, and the foam rolled up and down in the steaming boiling water.
"Do you know what I'm here for? Are you waiting for me?" Xia Houlu asked in a low voice.
"Drink tea." Xing Xian didn't answer, and picked up a copper pipe from the ground. The pipe was old, but it could be seen that it was well preserved. The pipe that was longer than an arm was still shiny. 's shiny. He stuffed the tobacco leaves in the pot, smack the cigarette holder, and exhaled a string of white mist.
Xia Houlin was a little surprised, he never knew the abbot would smoke.
Xia Houlin drank a cup of tea. He didn't know how to taste tea. He only drank it as water. The bitter liquid flowed into his chest along the cavity, and his whole heart was beating in the hot tea. The rain started, it was a drizzle like a needle of ox's hair. In autumn, the mountains always like this kind of rain. It was the first time that he and the abbot sat face to face, drinking tea and smoking a pipe. Seeing such a scene, people who don't know will think that they are father and son with deep love and righteousness, not enemies with deep hatred.
He looked at the man opposite him, his heart-killing brows were deep, and when he lowered his eyes, the outline of his eyebrows cast shadows on his eyes, his beard was completely white, and his wrinkles were deep, which was the result of long-term thinking. His heart was unexpectedly quiet, as if today he was just here to drink tea with Xie Xin, and chat about gossip like when it rains and when there is drought in the mountains.
"You originally chose me, why should you let Chi go away?"
Xing Xin raised his head and looked at the drizzle that covered the mountains, and said, "You have to remember that someone will carry the burden you put down for you. It used to be your mother, you let the young master of the Xie family run away, and she took care of you. To be flogged. Now it's your brother, you don't want to go to Shuobei, he went to the killing field for you. That stupid kid, in order to fulfill your wish, he didn't hesitate to lie to me." Xie Xin exhaled a smoke ring, and the words were not clear. Glad or disappointed, "He actually lied."
His heart ached, he remembered the day Chiyan asked him if he wanted to be the abbot, and he remembered Chiyan sitting alone on the top of the black-faced Buddha. He remembered looking with disgust and sadness, and the wind burrowed into the robe sleeves of the lonely assassin, like a pale moth.
Why didn't he see it? Chi-hate that brainless guy is saying goodbye to him.
"How do you know that I'm going to kill you?" Xiahou asked in a hoarse voice.
"You are still too young, and you are not careful in doing things. You must remember to change it in the future. The archives of the archives have not been turned over for a long time, and they are covered with dust, but only Garuda's archives are clean. Except for you, there is no one. People will go to the archives of Garuda." Xinji said, "I know you, Xiaolin, I know you will definitely come to me. As for Chi, if he wants to go, let him go."
"So it is." Xia Houlin lowered his head and smiled, "From the moment you saw the file, you knew that I would definitely come to kill you, so you have been waiting for me. Old bald donkey, you are too conceited. Maybe I can't beat you, but right now, who will win and who will lose is still unknown."
"I don't expect you to die under my hands, you are my child after all." Xinji sighed, "I only hope that you can become strong and do what you should do. Jialan has many secrets, Xiaolan, If you kill me today, it proves that you are strong enough, and Galan's secret will be opened to you."
Anger surging in his chest, Xiahou Rin suppressed the resentment in his heart and said, "Secret? Isn't that your enemy in Shuobei? That's your debt, not mine! It's your cowardice that hurt your ancestors, Why do you want me and Chiyan to pay the debt for you! Because we are your sons? Ridiculous! Old bald donkey, I, Xiahou Lin, have no father, only a mother. Her name is Xiahou Pei, the master of Hengbo, the number one knife in the world. Xiahou Lin , surnamed Xiahou!"
Xia Houlin stood up, and the dark scabbard was poured out like a wave of mercury. He raised the knife, and a drizzle of rain fell on the blade from the eaves. Today, I am here to collect debts from you! Pull out your Bushenglian and kill your heart!”
"No. I'm old. The old man should drink tea and smoke. I'll just use this pipe. It's an old friend of mine. Let him see how far your swordsmanship has come."
Murdering Heart suddenly raised his eyes, revealing his old forehead. He slapped the low table suddenly, with too much force, the low table was torn apart, sawdust flew across, the purple clay pot and two small cups rose into the air, Xia Houlin swung a sharp knife, and the blade sank into both the ampule and the cup at the same time. The tea set was neatly broken into two pieces, and the sharp tip of the knife slashed in front of Xingxin.
Murderer quickly backed away and stood in the rain. The black cassock was wet with the rain, wrapping his thin body like a lonely withered bamboo. He sighed, as if pity for his precious purple clay pot.
Xia Houlin stepped into the rain, clenching the waves with both hands, and the black linen shook as he walked.
He slowly adjusted his breathing, exhaling step by step, inhaling step by step. The footsteps are getting faster and faster, and the breathing is also quickening. In the sound of the rain, he can hear his heavy breathing. When you reach the fifth step, adjust your breath to the most perfect state. In an instant, he suddenly activated, rushed through the desolate rain curtain and rushed towards the monk in black, his sleeves stretched back and flew, like a dark dark butterfly trembling in the rain.
"Zheng-", the crisp sound of gold and iron slamming against each other, Xingxin only lifted the worn-out copper cigarette rod, and actually stopped the ruthless blow. Heart Killer shook his head gently, the cigarette rod slid over Xia Houlin's right wrist while pressing the transverse wave blade, hitting Xia Houlin's Jianjing point, his shoulder seemed to be stung by a poisonous bee, and the pain and numbness began to spread from that point. With his entire arm, he almost couldn't hold the wave!
He clenched the transverse wave with all his might, but he didn't have time to swing the next knife. Murderer gripped the cigarette stick and punched him in the face. The world was spinning, and he fell to the ground, tasting the stench of blood and soil.
Cold raindrops hit his face, and his body shivered from the inside out.
He didn't even make a move under the heart-killing men! But all he used was a broken pipe!
Xing Xin still stood there, looking at Xiahou Lin with pity, "Xiao Lin, did you see that, this is the gap. You forgot, I taught you the swordsmanship of holding annoyance. You forgot, even yours Mother, I can't beat my Bushenglian. Although my right hand is injured, it is still more than enough to deal with you. Because your swordsmanship is really bad!"
"Shut up!" Xia Houlin got up and wiped the blood and water off his face.
He charged again, rain splashing under his feet, and mud soaking his shoes and socks. His eyes flickered with ferocious ruthlessness, and with a loneliness that was born to death, he slashed to the heart.
The transverse waves kept flipping in his hands, the light of the sword almost enveloped their whole bodies, and the clanging sound kept ringing, like a strong piano string being plucked constantly. Every blow is blocked by Heart Killing! The rain was accompanied by the falling leaves. They fought fiercely in the rain of leaves. Xia Houlin slashed at Murderer with a quick combo. Murderer retreated while blocking, and they quickly circled the courtyard. But Xia Houlin didn't even touch the corner of his clothes!
He realized that such a swift and violent combo had almost exhausted his strength, but Heart Murder was as leisurely as a stroll in a garden.
At the beginning of the second circle, when a withered and yellow leaf slashed between the two of them, Xia Houlin's blade slashed the leaf. The gap between the two halves of the fallen leaves, but his head was knocked heavily, like a big bell being struck in his mind.
His vision was blurred, his hair was dizzy, the bell kept ringing in his ears, heavy and slow, and he felt that his heartbeat seemed to slow too. He knelt on the ground and rushed forward, the cold leaves sticking to his cheeks. Cold, bone-chilling cold.
"Your swordsmanship has always been poor." Xie Xin sighed, "Xiahou Pei is too much for you, but you are climbing trees, digging out bird nests, and burning my mountain temple when others are practicing swordsmanship. I tried my best to even kill you. Xiahou Pei, I want to make you stronger. You have indeed become stronger, but it is not enough."
Xia Houlin coughed out a mouthful of blood, propped up on the ground, and got up again. His forehead was bleeding, and his face was covered with gray dirt, like a disgraced bereaved dog.
"Fuck you!" He spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and shouted, "Come again!"
The third charge! Xia Houlin fit into the body and rushed to kill the heart, the two figures stick together, the same black, the same thin, like two ink marks rushing together. Xiahou Rin tried his best to use his sword, Yan Xie, Zhanyue, Snake Step, the piercing light of the sword enveloped their whole body, weaving a dense net. However, the heart-killing cauldron seemed to have fallen from the sky, suddenly appeared like a ghost from the slanting thorns, and hit Xia Houlin's acupuncture point severely. First thighs, knees, then chest, elbows, wrists, back, up and down, no one was spared.
pain! His chest felt like a stone was pressed against him, and he felt uncomfortable. Xia Houlin spat out a mouthful of blood, and roared and chopped down a vertical split. The heart-killing cigarette cauldron slid across the blade of the transverse wave, making a sour sound, and then struck Xia Houlin's arm.
Hengbo let go, and Xiahou Lin fell to the ground, panting rapidly.
"If you can't beat me, do you want to continue?" Xing Xin looked down at him.
Xia Houlin didn't have the strength to speak, he stretched his fingers hard to reach the handle of Hengbo's knife. It was not clear whether it was mud or blood on the hands, sticky and greasy. He propped on the ground and struggled to get up, the pain in his legs spread up, he resisted it, and didn't let out a moan. If you can't get up once, get up a second time. He tried three times, and finally stood up leaning on Hengbo.
"Come again!" Xia Houlin roared loudly.
So he charged again and again and was knocked down again and again. He is like a stubborn child, a stubborn calf. He doesn't know how to adapt, he doesn't know how to surrender, he doesn't know how to give in. He was beaten up and had to bite back with his teeth. The twenty-sixth time he was knocked to the ground, the twenty-sixth time he ate a mouth full of dirty leaves, and the salty taste filled his brain. The acupuncture points on the hands and feet were hit by the heart-killing pipe, and they felt soft and numb, like countless small insects burrowing in the blood.
Stand up, stand up! He gritted his teeth, and with tears in his eyes, stood up for the twenty-sixth time, dragging the waves and stumbling toward the heart killing.
Galan Blade · Zhanyue!
The light of the knife was surging like a tidal wave, rushing towards the killing of the heart like an overwhelming sea. The heart-killing face didn't change, until the sword was as heavy as a mountain and as cold as a moon, and then he pulled out his pipe and hit Xia Houlin's little elbow. The wave landed with a bang, and he threw a fist to kill the heart. Xiahou slammed a fist in the face, blood spurted from his nose, and his entire body was thrown back, falling into the rain.
The whole body hurts like it's broken, and it seems that as long as you turn over, the bones will creak.
"You are too weak, Xiahou Rin." Ji Xin had a deep disappointment in his eyes, "I thought you were the hope of Galan, but I didn't expect that you are just a weak child. Give it up. Well, I overestimated you. ."
Xiahou Rin was panting heavily, his right eye was swollen, half of his cheeks were full of blood, and his face was blue and purple, like a pig's head. He staggered to his feet, tried to raise his head, and stared at Heartslayer viciously.
"Old bald donkey, my knife skills are really bad. Maybe when my mother gave birth to me and Chi Yan, she gave all the knife skills to Chi Yan, and I only got her ability to eat, drink and play." Xia Houlin wiped the corner of his mouth. Blood said, "However, there is no way out of the sky. Open your dim old eyes to see clearly, what is this?"
Xia Houlin raised his right hand. At some point in time, a silver glove was on his hand, which shone brightly in the rain.
Murder's pupils shrank slightly.
As Xia Houlin bent and stretched his fingers, the fallen leaves on the ground were turned up, and a web rose from the ground, spreading out around the heartslayer silently, like a huge spider web. The net could hardly be seen with the naked eye. If it were not for the thin raindrops hanging on it and flowing along the silk screen, Xie Xin almost thought that the sky was empty. Countless fallen leaves were swirling, tumbling and falling, but they were cut off in mid-air without warning, and shattered into two halves, or three halves, or more.
"Pull the machine wire." Xinji sighed, "You actually restored the long-lost machine wire."
It turned out that Xiahou was running around the courtyard, arranging the net. There is this huge net in front of and behind him, and there is no way to go back to kill the heart.
Xia Houlin looked at him and said softly, "Mr. Xin, do you have anything else to say?"
Murderer touched a silk thread with his finger, and there was a thin scar on his finger, and bright red blood seeped out from it. A smile appeared on his lips, looking at the distant sky, sighed, "I finally forged this peerless sword."
He looked at Xia Houlin, and there was a desolation in his eyes that Xia Houlin couldn't understand, "Xiao Lin, the elders opened the door for you, the next road, you have to go by yourself. The meeting will be... indefinite."
Xia Houlin was stunned for a while, his fingers froze, and at that moment, he was unable to start. But he thought of his mother, and thought of being disgusted, and the hatred in his heart surged up again. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fingers suddenly.
The silk thread was taut by him, and countless silk threads were driven at high speed, the big net in the sky contracted toward the center, and the raindrops flowed rapidly on the transparent filaments. Xingxin saw countless rays of light flashing sharply in front of his eyes, dull pains all over his body, something was piercing through his head, his vision was spinning, he saw himself getting further and further away from his body, and the man dressed in black. The body of the cassock was also torn apart, shattered into countless squares, blood splashed, collapsed like a building block, and crashed to the ground.
Finally, he saw the boy in black linen in the distance, staring at himself in a daze, tears streaming down his eyes. At that moment, he seemed to see a child with the same eyes running to the temple gate for the first time many years ago, kicking tattered straw sandals, only a little higher than the threshold, sucking his fingers and staring at him blankly.
After hesitating for a while, he took off the candy on the altar and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"
There was clearly desire in the boy's eyes, but he still tried his best to show a proud look, "I don't want it!"
A "dong" sounded in his ear, he knew that his head fell to the ground, and the boy in the distance was still crying silently. He opened his mouth, wanting to say don't cry, Xiaolin. Boys are grown up and can't cry.
But he still didn't say it in the end. He didn't have a throat and couldn't make a sound. So everything went away from him, sinking into the silent darkness like sinking into water.
His life was finally over.
Xia Houlin sat on the threshold, staring at the long steps in a daze.
He has killed the person who should be killed, he has avenged the revenge that should be taken, and his case is over. The forest is dense, and the morning glory climbs the stairs and blooms gorgeously. When his hand touched the sticky liquid, he lowered his head and realized that he was still bleeding. He covered the wound, picked up the wave, went to the black-faced Buddha and set it on fire, then came back with a deep foot and a shallow foot, and climbed back to the bamboo building of his house.
Behind him, a man in a black cloak walked out of the darkness. Duan Jiu looked at his retreating back, turned his head again, and saw the cobweb-like thread in the courtyard.
"It's an amazing and beautiful killer." Duan Jiu laughed softly, turned around, and stepped into the darkness.
The bamboo tower stands alone in the woods, surrounded by bamboo trees, surrounded by unknown little wild flowers. He pushed open the door and went back to his house. There was silence all around, his feet on the ground creaked.
He was tired and he wanted to rest. He didn't bandage the wound, the blood would take his life, his business was over.
He sat on the kang with the corner of a letter showing under the pillow. He frowned suspiciously, pulled out the letter, and opened it.
start. Yu went to Shuobei, not knowing when to return. When he lived in Jinling, he paid three coins and silver to the aunt's crab yellow at the Confucius Temple on credit, and hoped that his younger brother would receive it on behalf of Yu Qing. There is a fox perched under the door on the west side of Wanxiang Tower, and he is allowed to eat cakes.
Shuo North Road is far away, my brother does not have to worry about it. I am not afraid of the difficulties of life and death, but only worried about my brother. Yu Chang lived on the mountain, and had never seen the world to the fullest. He heard the autumn frost on Fengqiao, the evening bell in Hanshan, and the small singing in Wujiang. He was famous all over the world. He was very pleased with it. The younger brother and Yu have the same sound and the same appearance, look at the feet of the false younger brother, and the eyes of the false younger brother, to observe the world on behalf of Yu Xing, and there is no regret.
May my brother be safe and happy, and have no worries every year.
disgusted
Chi Yan's words are very delicate, like his people, tranquil and clean. Xia Houlin stroked his handwriting, tears falling down drop by drop, smudged with ink. Xia Houlu coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and took the letter into his arms. He took Hengbo, went out the door, and stumbled towards the knife mound. He walked all the way, bleeding all the way, stepping on a blood mark at every step, sometimes holding the bamboo to rest for a while, and also printing a blood handprint on the bamboo pole. After walking a few feet, his legs softened, he fell to the ground, rolled down the hillside, and rolled all the way down.
He did not intend to leave, lying in the bamboo forest, looking at the sky. It had just rained, the wind was light and the clouds were light, the bamboo trees were swaying, and the sunlight leaked through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, creating a spot of light, swaying on him. He raised his hand and touched the bright sun.
In his life, his mother died and his teacher died. An old friend when he was young, regards him as an enemy. Brother and sister, nowhere to be found. The relatives are long gone, and the old ones are long gone. Only Tianguang Yunying and Xiao Xiao Zhuhai were the ones who sent him off on the last journey. Not bad, after all, his hands are full of blood, full of evil, and his sins are unforgivable.
If you create killing karma, you will be killed.
His retribution came just right.
(End of first volume)