Zhu He

Beaded curtains and powder curtains, fragrant and fragrant, here is an exquisite women's boudoir, but at the moment, the place that should be warm and quiet, it looks sad, not only the people standing in the inner room are all gloomy, but the house is even more gloomy. Mottled blood can be seen, and the room is messy.

Dong Qinghe looked at the man named Lian Tang kneeling upright in front of the bed, and it was not until the woman on the bed let out a painful cry that he regained his sanity.

"Brother Lian..." The whispered voice was already full of anger.

Lian Tang walked to the side of the bed on his knees, held the catkin protruding towards him with trembling hands, his face was as white as gold paper.

"Miss Yang..." Lian Tang replied sadly.

Miss Yang laughed wryly when she heard this, and said with difficulty: "Even...at this time, you don't want to...call me by my name."

Lian Tang opened his mouth, and finally his eyes turned red: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Miss Yang shook her head: "I don't... blame you, and I don't hate you... I can only blame myself...for forcing this fate...but I can...be a fake couple with you... ...I am satisfied, the only...it's a pity...the child in my belly...I'm afraid it will never see the light of day in this life...but it's okay, I can take him along...the road to hell will not be lonely..."

Lian Tang looked at the blood froth constantly overflowing from the corner of Miss Yang's mouth, and rolled up his sleeves to wipe it off for her sadly, but new bloodstains kept dripping down, soaking the front of Miss Yang.

Miss Yang, as if she hadn't realized it, instead had a smile in her eyes, looking at the person in front of her absentmindedly.

"Lian Tang... If there is a next life, would you and I... be a real couple?"

Lian Tang was startled, and looked at her bewilderedly.

The woman saw full of struggle and hesitation in his eyes: "It really is like this...you don't want to lie to me, have you already made a promise with that person? That...the person you have been waiting for ?”

Thinking of that unrecognizable young man, the deepness in Lian Tang's eyes became heavier, as if there was boundless darkness: "I'm sorry...he, he wasn't like this before, it's all my fault...it's all me..."

Speaking of this, Lian Tang sat down on the ground again, tears finally fell from his eyes.

"We won't see each other again, not in this life, but in the next life...he said, we won't see each other again, maybe me and him...we had no fate from the beginning..."

Dong Qinghe stood not far away, looking at the bleak back. Although he had only been in the formation for a short while, he seemed to have followed this man for a lifetime, from the simple but flattered boy when he first met him, to A young man with many responsibilities and a long way to go, and now, his entire life, his entire future, and his future have all collapsed in a blink of an eye. His hard work, his patience, and his expectations are all because of this house full of dead bodies Becoming non-existent and meaningless.

Following the sudden death of the person on the bed, this story also seemed to have drawn to a bleak end, slowly dimming before Dong Qinghe's eyes.

It was like watching an immersive scene, it was too real and too unsatisfactory, which made Dong Qinghe very depressed.But when I think about it carefully, this scene is so strange, hastily, fragmented, as if it has been cut into fragments, pieced together into an incomplete and dilapidated image, and I can't figure it out.

What is the purpose of the person who made him watch all this?Is it really just to hold yourself back?

Just as Dong Qinghe was wandering, a small road slowly appeared around the surroundings that had turned into a mass of darkness again, just like before, with twists and turns and no end in sight.

Dong Qinghe didn't come forward this time, he felt that he had been delayed in the battle for too long, he shouldn't waste time here, he should find a way to leave.

So Dong Qinghe sank into his dantian, released his cultivation base from his body and used his spiritual consciousness to find a breakthrough in the formation, but he didn't know whether the person who set up the formation was a demon cultivator who was good at attracting people's cultivation base, or that person was surprised by Dong Qinghe. I understand that the breath released by Dong Qinghe not only did not find any flaws in the formation, but was continuously absorbed by the formation, making the formation wall thicker and the sense of constriction even deeper.

Worrying that he might hurt other people in the formation if he continued to fight hard, Dong Qinghe had no choice but to withdraw his mana. Since he couldn't get it directly, he had to go around. The people who set up the formation wanted to walk through these illusions by themselves. Perhaps the point of cracking is also in these illusions.

After thinking about it, Dong Qinghe looked at the road not far away, and stepped on it anyway.

I thought I could change to a rare place this time, but when I walked out, it turned out to be the same long street with familiar shops and hawkers, except for the candied haws stall in front of which there was no pair of lingering teenagers.

Suddenly, a woman's shout pierced through the bustling crowds, appearing so ear-piercing and mournful.

"Catch the thief...there is a thief...he stole my purse, catch him quickly..."

With her scream, the stable market suddenly became a mess. Many people wanted to help, but they watched more lively. Together, where to go to find the thief.

But Dong Qinghe still saw clearly that the person who was slick as a fish clutching the money bag in the crowd was a child.At the age of seven or eight, he was black, thin, and dressed in rags. He jumped out of the market and ran away quickly.

Dong Qinghe stared at the child's back, hesitated and followed.

The child wandered around and finally walked into a dilapidated temple outside the city. It was dark and gloomy, with a lot of rotten cotton and black straw spread on the floor. A row of children.

The old beggar takes a puff of cigarette, scolds a child, and slaps someone who is not convinced, until another child enters the door and kneels beside him, offering the warm money bag with both hands, the old beggar's expression is pretty. some.

"...Er Fu has the ability, huh... If everyone is like you losers who only know how to eat but not make money, your father and I will starve to death... Useless trash, get away... Tomorrow, if you don’t get the goods to hand over, see if I don’t beat you to death!”

The old beggar smoked wildly with the pipe in his hand while talking, beating the child so that he ran away crying, while Er Fu beside him beat his leg obediently and said in a flattering voice, "Father, Don't get angry with those idiots, it's not worth it..."

The old beggar reached out and touched his face, bared his yellow teeth and said with a smile: "Well, Er Fu, Dad knows what you think, your mouth is so sweet every day, but do you want me to die early? Nah."

Seeing the frozen smile on Erfu's face, the old beggar Hua burst out laughing.

"Little bastard is still useless, what are you afraid of... If you can earn money for daddy, daddy will love you. If you can't earn money someday, then you will die in vain. If you can keep earning money, after daddy dies... , you will naturally be greener than blue...so it is up to you whether you live or die."

After finishing speaking, the old beggar put the money bag away and went to sleep, and before returning to the body, he threw the half steamed bun he gnawed on like a dog as a reward.

Dong Qinghe saw that the child named Er Fu reached out to take it, and stuffed it into his mouth in a hurry. There was still sticky flattery on his face, but there was cold hatred in his eyes. Strength is like eating the flesh and blood of the person in front of him.

In the time that followed, the young man grew up rapidly in the jumping scenes. Although his body was still very thin and his strength was not strong, his face had once again looked like the person Dong Qinghe cared about the most. Qinghe is always watching him cheat and kidnap and do all kinds of evil. The ill-gotten gains he plundered can almost build a golden Buddha for this ruined temple.Dong Qinghe once had the idea of ​​helping the young man in this illusion, whether it was true or not, to help him get out of this miserable life and choose a new path.But until he saw the other party robbed an old woman of medical treatment money, the old woman hugged his leg and begged to no avail, but was beaten to death instead, Dong Qinghe understood that it was not the old man who trapped the young man. Hua is not in this unkind world, but himself. He is bound by evil thoughts, and no one can help him.

When the boy was 14 years old, he finally succeeded in killing the old beggar. He tied the corpse to a tree outside the temple, cut it bloody, and then attracted a group of wild dogs. It took him two days and two nights to let him die. After gnawing everything, looking at the hell-like scene in front of him, the young man smiled happily, and a demonic red light flashed in his eyes.

Dong Qinghe looked at all of this with a deep look in his eyes.

Three years, but in three years, the little beggar replaced the old beggar and became the most tyrannical tyrant in this land. He has more children than the old beggar, and he restrains and tortures the other party. More poisonous than the old beggar, the so-called green out of the blue, the old beggar is really right.

But no matter who it is, if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts. Er Fu was wanted by the government for robbing a carload of official silver that passed by along the way, and the county's best hunters came out for this.But Er Fu is not easy to deal with, he grew up in this way, in terms of cleverness and viciousness, those police officers are not his opponents, after being tricked by him many times to no avail, the county master finally begged his superiors to dispatch A master came.

Seeing the appearance of that master, Dong Qinghe couldn't help but his heart sank, but at the age of the weak crown, the young catcher was already vigorous and intelligent, and he figured out Erfu's routine after a few back and forth, and laid down a lot of troubles. It's a trap, just waiting for the other party to drill it.

The two of you come and go, fighting against countless dangers, and in the end it was better to catch Kuaiqi. In the middle of the night, watching the other party chase Er Fu all the way to the ruined temple, Dong Qinghe couldn't help but wonder what the boy would be at this moment. Whether there will be a trace of regret.

Kneeling in front of the Buddha, the young man really regretted his past. He cried and begged the arrester to spare his life. He was willing to let his subordinates go and donate all the money he had privately hidden to the poor people. He cried blood every word.But just when the policeman loosened the sword on his neck for a few minutes, the young man moved violently, took out a dagger from his sleeve, and stabbed the policeman in the heart!

At the very moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew outside the temple and extinguished the candles in front of the altar. In the darkness, the young man was stabbed empty while his vest was deeply pierced by a long sword!

The moment he fell down, Dong Qinghe heard the arrester standing there and said coldly: "karma, fate, retribution, you have to blame yourself."

The blood-covered boy lay there, staring at him with a sneer: "Hehe...shit karma, to put it this way...you kill me, my next life, the next life...I will definitely I want to come to you...to pay for my life."

The young man quickly thrust his sword into his waist, and said briskly, "Yes, I'll wait for you."