"I got my heart back." Wuxin raised his bony hand, and as the black mist condensed, an ebony box appeared in his hand.
Inside the box was a heart that had long since rotted.
Back then, Wuxin was suspected by the emperor and had his heart dug out and died. The emperor believed the words of the evil Taoist and buried his body and heart separately. In this way, he would not be able to reincarnate because he could not find his own heart.
And his heart was regarded as an evil spirit suppressed by his ancestors and was left in the ancestral hall of Gongyang Village.
Curiosity is over.
Su Qingyu raised the knife, and the blade cut off the falling raindrops and pierced into "it"'s body.
"clang-"
The blade vibrated, as if stimulating a hard block of iron, making a buzzing sound.
She put all her strength into it, but failed to penetrate it completely.
Weird just watched the scene.
They did nothing to stop it.
Even Youyou only tried to make Su Qingyu change her mind with words.
The knife was stuck in "its" body, unable to be pulled out or stabbed in.
The weirdness did not stop.
"Master, how can you choose humans over us? Humans are not friendly to you at all, and you are not close to them." Youyou seemed a little angry, his face puffed up and his head hung, "I may not be able to have a full meal before I disappear."
Shuangxi finished eating all the lunch boxes she brought with her. She rubbed her stomach with her hands, and a look of satisfaction appeared on her pale and dull face.
Bai Yuanxiang used the bones of those who had killed him to make pen holders, their skin to make paper, and their blood to make paint, and then made a new notebook to take notes.
She accomplished what she wanted to do.
Simon was lost in thought as he thought about his sister in the flames.
Ji Yifan also wanted to maintain his final dignity before disappearing.
He straightened his suit and retied his tie.
Yingluo held the dead baby in her belly in her arms and coaxed it gently.
The handle of the knife kept slipping in my hand because of the rain.
"My Lord..."
Su Qingyu wiped the rain off her face and looked at Wuxin who suddenly spoke.
His eyes were dark. He stood in the cold wind and rain, placed his bony hand on his heart, leaned forward slightly, and said to her: "The blade should stab inward at a 45-degree angle. If the master's hands are not strong enough, then use your feet."
Su Qingyu's heartstrings were gently plucked.
The hand holding the knife tightened.
"I don't have any paper money for you. If I stab you with this knife, you will disappear." Su Qingyu's voice did not convey any joy or sadness. She would not give up what she was going to do just because of the little touch in her heart.
Wu Xin knelt on one knee in the rainstorm and said: "If the king wants his subjects to die, I will not be loyal if I don't die.
If this is your choice, then I accept my ultimate fate.
Farewell, my master.
If you were my queen, maybe I could rest in peace."
Su Qingyu's calm heart was rippled. She could actually feel the trust between companions in Weird.
She had a lot to say, but out of all the words she could think of, the only thing that came to her lips was: "Goodbye."
[Daystar Group] House Rules (Part 2) Article 8.