I also don't know exactly what happened. Sombra's words seemed to be full of sex. What's more terrible is that at this time I was confused and suddenly felt that what he said made sense.
I am desperate for what? Just to save someone who has nothing to do with you? Little pity is a rare spiritual root, right in front of you, guarding such a life-saving straw without using it, but gritting his teeth here, how long can he endure it
However, after this idea came out, I was still struggling. I am not a murderous person, so pitiful, so pitiful, and I can't bear her life to save me.
"Why are you still hesitating?" The black shadow floated to and flickered in front of him: "Drag for a while, you will suffer a bit more, do it quickly!"
My vision has always been in a trance. If the black shadow lingers in my ears, I feel a bit unable to withstand the **, because at this moment, He Shangqu is about to torture me to death.
But I don't want to hurt Little Poor. Two thoughts are constantly entangled and struggling. For me, the most embarrassing thing in the world is this.
Heshang music continued continuously, and I couldn't bear the pain. I rolled desperately on the ground and hit the stone bench. The impact was so heavy that I suddenly awakened the little pity who was sleeping.
Little poor looked at me at this time, shocked, her big eyes widened, but she didn't dare to speak. My forehead must have been smashed, and I can vaguely feel the blood flowing down my forehead.
Little pitiful just stunned, and ran to me in a hurry, and stretched out a little hand to cover the wound on my forehead.
"Brother, what's the matter with you..." Little Poor was born kind, even though she was scared, she still missed me. She was still young and didn't understand too many things. When she saw my forehead bleeding, she immediately cried.
"You... you go..." I pushed Little Poor aside, not disgusting her, but I was a little scared.
I don't know why such a cruel idea was born in my heart. I am afraid that under the sway of the shadow, I will lose all my mind and kill Little Poor.
Little poor was pushed by me and fell down immediately. She didn't know what was going on. She cried and crawled to my side, pulled my sleeve and said, "Brother..."
"You! Go away..."
"At this time, you have come to be a good person." Sombra sneered, with a slight sarcasm in his tone: "If you have the ability, just take all the dying people in this world, the poor people, They were all saved. I can’t care about myself, but also care about others. You are going to become a saint."
I don't have the energy to spend more time talking, the people and things in front of me are always far and near, and uncertain.
"Do you remember Fang Tian? She was very affectionate to you, and your father, whose whereabouts are unknown, and your uncle, who is now alive or dead, do you know? Plus a Qingluo, she changed for you It became like that, if you are really dead now, you are relieved, what do they do?"
"Fang Tian, Dad, Master Uncle, Qing Luo..." I muttered to myself, having to say that the words of Black Shadow hit my weakness. I can't let go of these people, absolutely can't let go.
If I really can't bear it and die here, what should they do? They will be extremely sad, extremely sad.
"You are still young, only this year
How old? Huahua World, waiting for you, just die like this, isn't it a pity? "Shadow kept provoking, and said: "This kid is not related to you, and has no father or mother. No one will know if you die. You two will always die, whether you die or she died. , Don't you still want to understand? "
As for the shadow, everything still penetrates my ears. Is he wrong? It seems right, I can feel that if there is nothing else, I might really be tortured to death by He Shangqu.
There are a thousand and ten thousand ways of death in the world, and I feel that my own way of death is the most unbearable.
At this moment, I couldn't help myself, and couldn't help but looked back at Little Poor, who was still panicked and ignorant. She looked at me blankly, with tears in her big eyes.
She is a rare spiritual root, and there is no one in five hundred years. Only she can save my life. However, the cost of this kind of salvation is too great. If you save me, Little Poor will die, and if she survives, I will die.
For a while, it was difficult for me to make a decision, but the evil thoughts in my heart seemed to be unable to be suppressed, and they were rapidly expanding. Evil thoughts were growing, and the murderous intent in my heart gradually increased.
I looked at Little Poor and crawled towards her slowly.
"That's right, that's right."
When...
At this moment, I vaguely heard a cry beside me, as if something had fallen. When I turned my head, I saw vaguely that there was a sharp knife on the ground.
I grabbed the knife in my hand. With this knife, you can kill Little Poor and take out her heart with just one knife.
However, my heart is still struggling. Although this evil thought has the upper hand, I have not completely lost my conscience.
How can I do such a cruel thing
"It seems that you don't see the coffin without weeping." The black shadow is still flashing around, constantly instigating.
It is undeniable that Sombra’s instigation, every word seems to have touched my heart. As long as it is human, selfishness is inevitable. Some people can suppress selfishness, but some people cannot.
If it were not for the instigation of this dark shadow, I might still be able to hold my heart. However, the words of Sombra were mixed with He Shangqu, which seemed to carry an indescribable magic power, which made me lose the last remaining conscience step by step.
However, in the deepest part of my heart, there is still a hint of clarity. I can still think that at this critical moment, not only is the little pity right in front of me, but also a knife appeared out of thin air.
Everything seemed to be arranged, just waiting for the two thoughts in my heart to struggle and entangle. If the evil thoughts suppressed the little intelligence and conscience in my heart, the knife in my hand would ruthlessly kill Little Poor.
This may be the most unbearable fact that I have encountered in my life. My poor life, my own life, are all within a single thought.
At this time, I suddenly remembered some things that he had talked to me when I was learning art from the master a long time ago.
He told me that Buddha and demons are actually just a difference between one thought, one step further, to become a Buddha, one step back, to become a demonic.
The pain now is really unbearable for me. I was holding the knife with my hands trembling constantly. I forced myself to control myself, not to get close to Xiao poor, but the evil thoughts in my heart firmly took the upper hand.
My hands and feet don't listen
Called, crawling forward constantly, Little Poor was still stunned. Although she looked at me with a knife in her hand and looked terrifying, she didn't dodge.
In the days when I adopted her, she has developed trust and trust in me. In her pure heart, she couldn't think that I was hesitating hard now whether to kill her and save my life.
It is impossible for her to think of this, nor can she know that the hardest thing in the world to guess and understand is actually the human heart.
I crawled very slowly, and every time I climbed out of a step, the black shadow cheered and applauded. I don't want to pay attention to him, but his ears are always full of instigation.
Such instigation is irresistible, and gradually, the evil thoughts in the heart completely suppress the remaining conscience. The other thoughts disappeared completely. I just want to live. As long as I can live, nothing else matters. Don’t say the little pity is in front of you. Even Fang Tian and Qingluo are all in front of you, as long as I can. To live, it doesn't matter if they can live or not.
I involuntarily speeded up, and climbed directly in front of Little Poor. I sat up with strong support, and the knife in my hand slowly reached into Little Poor's heart.
"Yes, that's it." The shadow flashed behind me without knowing when, and said in my ear: "If you go down like this, you will be saved."
The blade was like snow, and the tip of the blade was already close to Poor, as long as it was sent forward, it would pierce Poor's heart.
"Brother..." Little poor didn't dodge, but looked at me with tears in her eyes. She lowered her head slightly, thought for a moment, and said: "Brother, you are sick. You want my life, do you come to cure your disease..."
These words of poor pity, although their voice was faint, they sounded like five thunders, suddenly suppressing the sound of He Shangqu, together with the voice of the shadows.
"Brother, if you want to cure the disease, take my life to cure it." Little poor pity rubbed his eyes, and a smile burst into his teary face, and said: "I used to hear people say if you die. , I can see my dead relatives. I miss my mother... I want to find her..."
"You..." I was stunned, because I never thought that a poor little child like this could say such a thing.
It takes a lot of courage to take your own life to save the lives of others, willingly and without complaints.
"When I see my mother, she won’t suffer any more, my mother will hurt me..." The poor little body was shaking slightly, she stood up on the ground, took a step forward, and said, "Brother, you Take my life away, as long as I can cure you, I will be very happy..."
Although Little Poor was smiling, there was another crystal tear in her eyes that had just stopped her tears.
My heart is not beaten with iron, even if it is beaten with iron, seeing everything in front of me, listening to everything in front of me, the heart of iron beating will also be melted.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up..."
At this time, the shadow instigated again behind me, the evil thoughts in my heart suddenly disappeared, and I turned my head back.
The black shadow was right behind me, very close to me. When I turned my head and looked at the black shadow, I was stunned.
An indescribable feeling rushed into my heart.
Although the black shadow behind him was erratic and distorted, at this moment, the black shadow had already faintly revealed his face. I can see it, it's my own face.
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