In the Blade

After a long time, Du Chengfeng woke up.

Du Chengfeng couldn't tell how long he had slept for. Maybe one day, maybe two days. At least the corpses around him were gone. They must have been cleaned up by someone.

Du Chengfeng was also surprised to be able to kill so many people. You must know that not long ago, he was a peaceful man, a person who had never seen blood, but in just one night, he had become a murderer. With the sword raised and lowered, more than two hundred people were killed.

Moreover, all of this is not something in illusory memory, but made by his own hands.

Perhaps it was because a long time had passed, or perhaps because he had gotten enough rest, Du Chengfeng finally understood what was illusion and what was reality.

However, the memory of when he became a big sword was not actually illusory. Although it was not something he had personally experienced, it was something that the big sword had experienced. Just when he placed the broadsword on the whetstone, the memories carried by the broadsword flooded into his mind along with the so-called evil aura.

On one side is the short lifespan of a human being, on the other side is the accumulation of more than a hundred years. When a person spends such a long time in another identity, can he really remember who he is?

Perhaps this is why there is a saying that the evil spirit of swords and weapons can drive people crazy. If you don't have a firm will to determine who you are, you will be overwhelmed by this huge and heavy memory in an instant, and completely forget your own existence.

But even if he could rely on his firm will to survive this disaster like Du Chengfeng did, he might not be completely safe.

The so-called firmness of will is like a rock in a violent storm. No matter how wind blows or rain blows, I will remain unmoved - but this so-called evil spirit is not just as simple as a violent storm. As more and more people are killed, the violent storm will gradually turn into violent winds and roaring waves, and even turn into huge waves.

Once engulfed by this terrifying sense of existence, I am afraid that I will be lost in the killings of weapons and never be able to escape.

After all, the feeling of being able to freely control one's life is so wonderful.

It was at this time that Du Chengfeng realized why the term "power of life and death" existed. The denial and deprivation of life is undoubtedly the most profound and essential power. Indeed, this power may not be able to solve all problems, but it can fundamentally solve all those who create problems.

The weapon in the palm is the embodiment of this power.

The moment you grasp the handle of the knife, you grasp the power and power.

The moment he wields the blade, there is nothing in the world that cannot be killed.

"You're doing it again."

Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but look down at the big knife in his hand.

It was obvious that just when he was thinking wildly, this big knife was affecting his will again.

However, this kind of thing cannot be blamed on the knife in the hand. After all, the knife is a piece of steel and a dead object. It is only the heavy memory carried on it that makes this knife a vicious blade that can affect people's hearts - and as a person who is affected Du Chengfeng only felt that he was not strong enough in will, so he was attracted by the knife, and was even taken away by the knife.

"I know you want to chop things down, but there are always some people who really can't be killed."

Saying this, Du Chengfeng, who was lying on the ground, turned his head and looked in the direction of the distant footsteps.

"For example, he cannot be killed."

The person who appeared in Du Chengfeng's sight was the kind-hearted Carpenter Li. Just by looking at the way he was carrying a bucket and medicine, Du Chengfeng knew what kind of pain he had suffered during the time when he fainted. care.

However, to Du Chengfeng's surprise, although Carpenter Li came over, he did not come closer. Instead, he took out several pieces of bamboo pipes from behind, connected them, and then sent them over in his direction from a distance, handing them along the way. to his mouth.

"Uh, man, what are you doing?"

Seeing water flowing out of the bamboo tube, Du Chengfeng couldn't hold himself any longer.

Although he also admired Carpenter Li's whimsical idea, was it a bit too fussy to connect the pipe to such a long length just to bring some drinking water?

"Are you awake?"

Hearing Du Chengfeng's voice, Carpenter Li raised his head in surprise, but when he was about to step forward, he seemed to remember something and immediately stopped.

This left Du Chengfeng confused for a while.

"What's wrong, brother, you can just come over here. Why are you going to all this trouble?"

"I... still can't go there yet."

After hesitating for a moment, Carpenter Li finally did not dare to step forward.

"Just stay here, open your mouth, and I'll pass the tube to you."

"Why does this sound so awkward?"

With a sigh, Du Chengfeng looked down at his bloody appearance and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

"No, brother, we have known each other for so long. You helped me build a house before. It's not like you don't know who I am. What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid of you."

Gritting his teeth, Carpenter Li finally mustered up the courage and raised his hand to point at the big knife in Du Chengfeng's hand.

"It's it, it's the knife, it's protecting you."

"……Why?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but be stunned.

It was at this time that Du Chengfeng discovered that at some point, seven or eight spears that had been cut into two pieces had fallen around him. As for the remains of arrows and darts, they were scattered all over the floor.

It was obvious that these weapons were meant to kill him. The debris on the ground was enough to show how painstaking the person who wanted to kill him was.

However, his body was not hurt at all.

"When we were cleaning up the bodies before, the knife didn't let anyone get close to it. They could only use iron hooks to hook out the bodies of the barbarians who fell beside you... As for you, we can only let you continue to lie here. There is really no other way. With the knife, no one dares to get close."

"Brother, are you serious?"

Hearing Carpenter Li's strange words, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but look down at the big knife in his hand again.

There were still dried blood stains on the thick blade, and every trace and even every tiny crack was within Du Chengfeng's perception. After carrying the memory of this big knife, he had long been familiar with every inch and every part of this big knife. It can even be said that he and this big knife are inseparable.

So he knew better that a knife was just a knife, a tool made of steel, how could it be as outrageous as Carpenter Li said.

When Du Chengfeng looked over, the heavy knife seemed to tremble in his palm.

"...Hungry?"

Du Chengfeng was stunned.

Not only was the knife hungry, he was hungry too.

Thanks to the recommendation vote of Wind Soul Song Let the Bullets Fly for a while, thank you all for your encouragement and support.