Since ancient times, we have believed in animism, gods, devils, death, and even some terrible diseases and even vows, and we have often been afraid of them. We believe that language has its own magic, and to say it, maybe it's a calling. As a result, we dare not call many things by their names, and "death" is among them, lest they hear the sound and rush to avoid it. But we all know that "death eventually" is not going to change.

We are always secretive about the word "death", and use many words to express it: "death, death, death, death, mourning, mourning,

As for the ancients, returning to heaven, seeing the king of Hades, dying, and sacrificing, dedicating, righteousness, killing to become benevolent, sacrificing one's life for righteousness, and dying 、... ...away from the world, these words all contain awe, so the question is: Buddhism is called death, nirvana, sitting, Taoism is ascension, feathering, what about the enemy? What about the enemy? What do we say when they die? For these people, we can face death more directly: dead, braided, finished, out of breath...

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Although the ancients avoided death, their understanding of death was more thorough than ours, they were very close to death, and unlike the ancients, we lost our familiarity with the process of death. There's nothing wrong with that, but the more we witness death with a cold, distanced sense, the more we feel that death is far away from us, and thus we lose the reverence for death.

Without the fear of the man, what else would he not dare to do, and what could he not do?

"We fear death, so we call it Yinsi"

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"You're dead, you should have died a long time ago!" said the fifth master as he looked at Wang Changjiang, who was sitting under the grape trellis.

"Indeed, this day should have come a long time ago, I am not afraid of death after living for a long time, let alone our Yin Si people?" Wang Changjiang took a long breath and continued: "There are a lot of dead people buried under this vegetable field, a lot! I don't remember, I chat with them here every day, not hoping that they will forgive me in the underground, but many times I am willing to chat with the dead." “

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"I am the vicious dog of the Vicious Dog Ridge, here are people, ghosts, and immortals, but as long as I pass by, I always have to bite a few bites, and some of them will bite to death, and I don't care if I die more, maybe from that time on, I am already a dead person. ”

"You all deserve to die!" The fifth master said hatefully: "Don't want to be forgiven, you all have to go through the eighteen layers of hell." ”

Wang Changjiang looked around, his eyes were not nostalgic, but they were full of deep hatred. "It's good to be dead"

After saying that, he lost his breath...

Fifth Master: "Don't worry, wait for me below, I'll come soon, you!

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For a long time, one by one, dressed in black appeared around the sitting fifth master, no one spoke, no one moved, only the sound of the Mid-Autumn Festival wind whirring in the dark night.

"Send General Godao... ..."

"Send General Godao... ..."

"Send General Godao... ..."

After a while, the men in black shouted in a low voice.

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Take a walk in the purgatory of the world, and turn around to meet the five paths.

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Life is life because it has an end, and death has beauty in its own way.

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The next day, the public security bureau, which received the alarm, dispatched all the local police officers to the Wang Changjiang Orphanage in this deserted countryside. There was no one, no one, not even the dead man under the vegetable field. But hundreds of children, and what those documents represent, were enough to shock the world.

This orphanage is a black shop that can't be blackened anymore, but all crimes related to children have been committed, abducting and selling children, training them to serve special customers... And so on countless evils, sensational. And the customer list of this orphanage made the police officers at the scene tremble, and the sky was pierced!

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In a chat room on the dark web, dozens of avatars gradually lit up.

"It's the fifth master!"

"It's the fifth master, who can stop it?

"Where's the fifth master?"

"Dead"

"Don't worry about the fifth master, first suppress the news, the impact must be minimized, and use all means. ”

"I'm already working on it, but I need help, it's not enough for us, it's too big"

"The fifth master still remembers the old love, it's easy to do without dead people, some paper doesn't explain anything, those transactions are through the dark web, I let people wash it. The loss is certain. ”

"No, the fifth master still has to investigate, many people are missing, and the fifth master's subordinates we have eliminated only on the bright side, and many of his subordinates have disappeared. ”

"They want to hide, and no one in this world can find it. We can only wait"

"That's the fifth master, don't go too far"

"That's how things go, what about the fifth master?

"Do you want to go to war? We do all the dirty things, you just wait to collect the money, there is no such good thing in the world"

"Go to war? You have a big tone, you can't represent your yin, besides, without us, can such a business go so smoothly?

"Do you want to die? I'll quit and quit!

"Damn, who's going to scare? You're quitting? Okay, a lot of people are red-eyed."

"Don't make any noise, as for it, it's not that serious"

"Yes, stop arguing, think about solving things first, don't get along with money. ”

"Let's pause everything!

"Consent"

"Consent"

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The common people don't know the evils that are covered up under the ordinary life.

Sin and goodness are drowned out together by time...

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Time passes, three years have passed in a blink of an eye, on the streets of H City in the north, a pair of sisters and brothers are kneeling on the side of the street, there is a cardboard in front of them, on which the writing is suddenly changed, both parents died, and the sisters and brothers are living on the streets, not asking good people to take them in, but asking for stuttering food, travel expenses or something.

The cold wind is Xiao Xiao, the girl is up to 6 years old, she is covering her brother's small hands with her thin clothes, the thin brother is dull-eyed, shivering in the cold wind, and the passers-by turn a blind eye and walk past the poor sister and brother one by one.

Seeing the night falling, the cold wind was even more raging, and my sister gritted her teeth and pressed her brother's head and cried, "Brother, sister, uncle, aunt, grandparents, have mercy on us, give some money." ”

The younger brother, who bowed his head, rolled his eyes and cried loudly. That's a heartbreak. My sister took advantage of a gap when no one was there and said quickly: "It's over, it's over! Lying on the ground and grabbing someone's trouser legs. The younger brother suddenly changed his appearance, trembling, looking weak, lying on the ground helplessly stretched out his little hand and choked: "Please, have mercy on us." From time to time, he grabs the trouser leg of a passerby, but without much strength, he can easily break free.

This trick really had some effect, whether it was in a hurry to get rid of the little hands, or it was really pitiful to me, and there were more pedestrians digging into their pockets.

At this time, a touch of black disappeared at the corner of the road...