At that moment, he clearly saw the inky black scythe of death flying, and after a brief pause in the air, it drew a wonderful arc and slashed into his chest, just as expected, the blade tore out gushing blood, like a crimson ribbon, rushing out and falling violently, staining the barren earth and the moss-covered rocks.

There was no other ending, his pupils contracted tightly, his hands hung weakly, his body was smashed out three or four meters due to the strong impact, the heavy sound of falling to the ground was muddy, but the gurgling sound of the blood from the chest wound tearing was crisp, but he heard the hoarse cry that almost broke his throat, which was much more moving than the cry of the crow scared away from the cliff.

Am I dead, or am I really dead? The withering of a life is not worth regretting, but the death of a life before it blooms is too painful. He has an infinite longing for a new life, looking up at the boundless sky like the sea, sighing countless times the hardships of life and the ordinariness of life, he seems to be a worm wriggling on the dangerous wall, day and night without full exposure, in this vast world, no matter life or death, he can not stir up the slightest ripple, he is submerged in the ordinary field, enjoying the struggle.

Maybe in a few decades, someone will burn incense and drink for me. He thought.

"Boom!" A muffled thunder suddenly sounded, as if it was about to burst people's eardrums, the wisp of spirit after death had not yet dissipated, and it was bombarded into the body by this thunder in a blur, although Jiang Ming's face was stained with a few undried bloodstains, it was not difficult to see that a touch of ruddy that gradually recovered.

The sound of thunder continued to be heard in his ears, and the thunder became more and more frequent, gradually connecting into a muffled hum like a human voice, and then the sound became clearer and clearer, and it was really like the human voice of a bell.

I could only hear his voice: "The public did not cross the river, but the public actually crossed the river." Crossing the river and dying, what a man can he do!"

"Huh, this should be hell, right?" Jiang Ming only had a wisp of spirit left, and when he heard this vast human voice, he actually felt a sense of loss of concentration and vibration, and this feeling should not have appeared on him, was he really dead?

"If you say you're not dead, will you believe it?"

"Who?" he could clearly hear such a voice responding to the question in his mind, how could this be, even a ghost did not have this ability.

"Haha, are you willing to die like this? Are you willing to turn your back on your best friends and ambitions?"

"In the long river of history, every day there are living beings turned into dust, annihilated in the ordinary, saints and immortals, emperors and fierce generals, who can see life and death clearly, there will be no shortage of people on the road of reincarnation, only it, do not have to go through these. ”

Jiang Ming felt that he was dead at this time, but he was always curious about the special things or creatures in the nameless voice, if there was no life and death, what kind of world would it be?

The voice said, "What if there is no life and death? If you lose your loved one for the sake of eternal life, then what is the point of living? If you turn yourself into a painless and senseless corpse for the sake of eternal life, then what is the point of existence?"

"There is a tree in the south, and there is a kudzu tree. Happy only gentleman, blessed with Suizhi.

There is a tree in the south, and the kudzu is barren. Happy only gentleman, blessed will be.

There is a tree in the south, and the kudzu lingers. Happy only gentleman, blessed to do. ”

"After all, it's a dream, a dream full of flying flowers when you wake up. However, I am willing to give everything for this, and I will live together and die together. ”

After this voice was impassioned, there was silence for a long time, Jiang Ming didn't say anything more, he even felt the despair of life and death, despair was due to not being able to accompany him, and the sky had never forgiven anyone.

"I'm giving you a chance to be born again, are you willing to take the ascetic path again?" It was the sound after a long time, as if the owner of the voice had figured out something, and there was a glimmer of hope in addition to indifference.

To be reborn is to come back to life, to face the unfinished battle, to continue your bleak life, and to meet the unknown future. Jiang Ming originally thought that he would have no chance to live when he generously resisted bullying, fate cut life and death in half, and he was on the edge of it at the moment, "Life is precious, you can live in peace." Death is terrifying, and it is like overturning." Will he be able to regain his original willingness to stride forward? Or will he shrink to the ordinary in the insoluble entanglements and unwillingness of the past? The reason why too many people dare not face this problem is that human life is shallow and the years are deep.

In the past, he just lived an ordinary life, working at sunrise in this small and closed mountain town, he was not a skilled carpenter, just repairing wooden furniture and making tables and chairs to make a living. He yearns for a life of grandeur and meaning, and he should not just work for his own food, but also do things that can help others. He often sighed that the river flowed, he occasionally hated his ordinary and no strengths, so he desperately searched for ancient books that his neighbors couldn't read to expand his horizons, worked hard to exercise his body to be strong, he resisted the ordinary with sweat and busyness, in order to prove that he did not bow to the fate of the rules!

Now, as if nothing has changed, life and death are not afraid of the destiny of heaven! There are traces of every step he takes, and when he holds the knife of resistance, he never regrets wielding it, and if he can still stand in front of the enemy and be their enemy, he will inevitably shout "The sun is white, I will find it."

Jiang Ming fell into a trance and fell into a dream, and when he woke up, it was only a few minutes later, and several guards of the Zhong family forced Mu Qinglan and the four of them to the edge of the cliff, and the victory seemed to be decided.

When Jiang Ming stood up again in the eyes of everyone, horror and happiness slid across the faces of several people in turn, as if the end of despair was no longer the end of the road. Of course, no one will know what kind of fear Jiang Ming has experienced, and no one will guess that killing a few lives is easier than cutting straw.

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Jiang Ming stood on the edge of the high cliff in the wind, looking at the high sky and was silent, his heart would be shaken by emotion, so he was not calm.

The giver of the supernatural power that can make him nirvana must be extraordinary, when a scene flashed in his mind like a fragment of memory, the corners of his eyes were finally filled with tears, that is not his story, but "a word of compassion, painful blood", how can the bystanders understand the pain of the authorities eleventh?

Jiang Ming gently pressed on his left chest, his heart was beating regularly, he had recovered the physical characteristics of an ordinary person, but he saw life and death a little lighter, not for killing, not for Fengyue, just because he saw the person hidden in his body.

His name was Night Spring.