We almost sprinted to the location of Jiang Yi at a speed of 100 meters. At this moment, Jiang Yi was staring at a certain place on the ground, frowning and saying nothing.
This is the most profound expression Jiang Yi has had since I saw him, but I don't care about it. I just look down at the ground. There are several rows of blood-stained handwriting on it. It's very messy. I Time has passed and I have forgotten what it is about, but Xiaobei has already held the rows of writing with both hands and said with a choked voice: "It was written by Brother Hui."
My head was slightly dizzy. I endured the dizzy feeling and stayed quiet for a while before I could concentrate on the meaning of the handwriting.
Low level, loses sanity, takes effect after 5 minutes.
Advanced, human mutation, Lu is not dead, has mutated.
Brothers, the time is coming, don’t be sad, your soul is sublimated, and please also tell my relatives.
These were all the last words left by Lao Hui. I suddenly found that I couldn't understand something. What are low-level and high-level? But I didn't want to think about it. I only noticed the words "Lu Wei died", and the anger that suddenly burst out in my heart almost overwhelmed all my reason!
No wonder the master told me to beat him up and kill him, but it was the best. He didn’t simply tell me to kill him. I hate my own spiritual power and my skill is still shallow. Even if I invite the master Ancestor, due to the constraints of my body, I cannot even exert half of my master's strength... If possible, my master will definitely solve all the hidden dangers here neatly.
Finally, my eyes fell on the last row of handwriting. That was what Lao Hui said to us. It was probably as he said, the time is coming, so his last row of handwriting was particularly messy, but I could understand it. He understood what he meant. He asked us not to be sad about his body, and he was not sad either. In the end, he still firmly remembered my (master's) words - soul sublimation.
Yes, Laohui, your soul can be sublimated, you are a hero.
I'm not sad, I definitely won't be sad, because you have gone to a better place. However, I suddenly yelled crazily: "Lu Fanming, I will kill you with my own hands until your soul is gone."
I have never hated a person so much. Lu Fanming is the first. He must die, and I have to do it myself.
My roar aroused the emotions of the brothers present, and they all shouted: "Count me in!"
"I want to do it myself!"
Buddhism prohibits killing, but at this time Hui Gen'er also spoke: "Buddha is compassionate, but there is also a King Kong of law enforcement. I will not be the merciful Buddha, I will be the King Kong who lifts the butcher's knife." As he spoke, Hui Gen'er suddenly stopped. He picked up his rosary and casually put it in his trouser pocket. He continued: "From now on, I will pick up the sword. My sword will not cut clothes, but will only drink the blood of the vicious people in this world."
My hands were trembling, and I took Hui Gen'er in my arms. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. Should I still tell Hui Gen'er about benevolence? Or should the world respond to violence with violence at some point? Completely cleanse this evil? Although Hui Gen'er did not fully participate in Lao Hui and I's actions, what he saw now was undoubtedly the cruelest scene. The hero's body was casually desecrated and even turned into a monster. Maybe Hui Gen'er's character changed at this moment. Some.
I suddenly fell into a trance. I remembered Uncle Hui's tattoo, and Hui Gen'er's tattoo. The 'fierce Buddha' with a sinister look all over his body, or was it a Buddha? Does this tattoo also express a meaning? Bloody hands, compassionate heart
Uncle Hui, you are far, far away. I hope you don’t blame me or this fate. I am Hui Gen’er’s brother. As long as he is right, I will always be in front of or behind him. that person.
In danger, I will be in front of him.
I will support his actions! Master, Uncle Hui, you have left to pursue the illusory Kunlun. Maybe one day we will set foot on your path, but now, it is our growth, we should grow up.
Although fate is a cycle, maybe we also have our own different paths.
I don't know how I remembered this, I just felt that I was in a trance. Originally I was supporting Hui Gen'er, but in the end I became relying on Hui Gen'er.
I vaguely heard someone saying to Jiang Yi: "I escaped through a secret passage. When I went out along the secret passage, I found traces of a car."
"This kid's body has been suppressed by a secret technique."
"What, is there such a secret method?" It was Jiang Yi's voice.
Then, I heard Jiang Yi shouting to me: "Chen Chengyi, Chen Chengyi, did you do it? Chen Chengyi...?"
I really wanted to answer Jiang Yi, but I found that I didn't have the strength to speak. After experiencing the fight, separation, and deep grief, my emotions seemed to have been exhausted and I couldn't hold on anymore.
With a bang, I lay on my back on the ground. My eyes seemed to be open, but I just felt that it was really comfortable to lie down. I heard several anxious sounds, and I couldn't tell who was who.
The last voice I heard was Jiang Yi talking: "It's okay. He has experienced too many emotions. I have taken measures and he will not sleep to death."
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In dreams, there is no concept of time. In dreams, everything is so pure and beautiful.
Dreams can sometimes wake people up and scare them, but sometimes they can make people addicted.
I know very well that I am dreaming at this moment, because there is a lingering obsession in my heart, that is, one day, I want to find Kunlun and meet the master, just once.
This idea has been deeply rooted in my soul, so that I can't completely indulge in this rare dream. But not being addicted does not mean that I am not addicted. I am addicted to this dream.
It is an elegant bamboo forest building. In the summer when the wind blows, the bamboos rustle...
In front of the familiar corridor, Master was drinking tea comfortably, still looking carefree, telling my dad about the big girls in the town, how good their figures were, and I could be vaguely seen in the kitchen. The sight of my mother, the meal she was busy waiting for, and the familiar fragrance immediately put a smile on my face...
"Why are you laughing? Go and call your wife and that ghost girl Ruyue back for dinner." Suddenly, Master's shoes were thrown over and hit me. Looking at Master, I felt a sense of satisfaction. Feeling so bad, I wanted to cry but I just smiled stupidly. I said hurriedly and went to find my wife and Ruyue...
Well, my wife is Ruxue. She and Ruyue went to pick mushrooms in the bamboo forest. It cleared up after the rain and the mushrooms grew just right.
I said "oh" and turned around quickly. I wanted to see Ruxue, I really wanted to. Besides, I also wanted to see my sister Ruyue, so I walked in a hurry.
But at this time, Master stopped me and said loudly: "Call my eldest nephew, and my little nephew too."
what? Who is that? I turned around and looked at Master in confusion.
"Looking at your stupid look, you are not as elegant or smart as I am! Really, I asked you to call Hui Jue and Hui Gen'er over. They are fishing over there, have you forgotten? I am Hui I think he is my second uncle." Master looked at me with dissatisfaction.
I was helpless, but I didn't dare to say anything.
But at this moment, a familiar voice came to my ears: "Um, who are you? Do you want to challenge me to a duel?"
When I turned around, I saw Uncle Hui with a full face. He was holding a round child. Isn't that Hui Gen'er? Round face, round eyes... How did he become a child
I'm surprised that I have such a strange idea. Shouldn't Hui Gen'er be like this
But at this moment, a silver bell-like laughter came to my ears again. I looked back again and saw Ruyue looking at me and smiling. She said to Ruxue: "Maimai, sister, look at this." Guoguo' (brother) looks so stupid."
Next to her, there was such a perfect woman, her gentle and watery eyes fell on me so softly, not alienated, not cold, not calm, just gentle.
"My dream, my dream, I don't have to go to Kunlun anymore..." I murmured, and suddenly tears slid down my cheeks, and suddenly a warm hand, like snow, held me.
And a familiar voice came to my ears: "Chengyi, Chengyi, are you awake?"