"You have to live~"

When this whisper, which was poured with too much emotion and hope as if it were a last wish, stopped with the speaker bowing his head, the silence suddenly swallowed everything like night.

In the Compassion Hall, it was suddenly extremely quiet.

The three knives did not make any sound. At that moment, he hugged He Xiuxiu's body, and passed through an ethereal dream in a trance.

This must have been a dream!, he told himself. If all this is just a dream, then he can obviously accept He Xiuxiu's disappearance. After all, it wasn't death in his eyes.

And now, he didn't know how to get himself back to his dreams, back to when he first started.

Everything was real, everything had already happened, but he simply couldn't accept it. This unexpected everything made the man look embarrassed at a loss.

He weeps in silence, trembles in crying, despairs in trembling, blames himself in despair, and runs away in self-blame.

It wasn't until he had nowhere to run that he suddenly discovered that it was all shockingly real, and he was overwhelmed with grief and despair.

"Ah~"

In the end, this man, who was supposed to be pessimistic about everything, completely broke out.

His roar was like thunder in the midst of a shattering world, as if he was about to break new ground but was isolated.

He kept yelling and screaming, and the memories of more than a month kept flooding, adding fuel to the fire to make his grief and indignation even worse.

Soon, however, his voice became hoarse. He looked at He Xiuxiu in his arms with a desperate expression, and then gently patted He Xiuxiu's cheek while saying blankly: "Wake up, you wake up~ Sister He, Xiuxiu, boss, wake up, wake up, wake up~"

"Take it back!" the gray-haired man opened his mouth at this time, his voice was cold and unusual, like a sharp blade, instantly cutting through the grief that had swallowed the three swords.

So, the man who had recovered from his great sorrow began to be filled with anger in an instant.

He trembled and got up, and the exhaustion of his spiritual power made him feel weak. However, the unprecedented anger gave him the strength to continue his actions.

With staggering steps, the three knives walked towards the gray-haired man. He's going to slaughter this man with his own hands. Although it wasn't him who shot him, he obviously couldn't take all his anger out on a woman.

"There's no way I'm going to go back with you!" said Sandao excitedly.

"Oh?" the gray-haired man lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Then you will die!"

As soon as the words fell, the three knives had already launched an attack on the gray-haired man. Only this time, the three of them have no combat power at all. After his spiritual power was depleted, he was baptized with extreme despair and sorrow, and all that was left was an empty shell.

Had it not been for the intense anger that replenished it, the body would have been paralyzed. But the intense anger undoubtedly only barely provided him with the ability to act, and that strength was already insignificant like a mayfly shaking a tree.

As a result, his offense became powerless. In the blink of an eye, he was kicked to He Xiuxiu's side.

And it wasn't the gray-haired man who kicked him away, but the cold woman.

Zhang Da lame didn't know why he was swaggering with an umbrella at this time, and limped in.

He was apparently not immediately aware of his current situation and what was and had happened in the Compassion Hall. But soon, he seemed to react.

"Yo, what about the quarrel?" he pretended to be calm, "Then I'll come back later!" He thought he had escaped the calamity perfectly, but he didn't expect that the calamity didn't let him go.

When Zhang Feng turned around and was about to go out, the gray-haired man suddenly raised his hand and slapped him. Suddenly, a blue-blue flame suddenly appeared and flew to his body in an instant.

When Zhang Feng found that he had been enveloped in blue flames, his first reaction was not fear, but surprise. He wondered why the flame was this color. He was even more curious about why he couldn't feel the scorching heat of the heat.

Until he completely died, Zhang Feng was wondering. Then, in the moments before he died, he cried out in great misery: "I am here to see the doctor!"

Zhang Feng's unexpected arrival seemed to make the gray-haired man a little impatient. Perhaps, he was worried about whether continuing would cause some unnecessary trouble. Or, he's just a little tired and wants to leave.

He glanced lightly at the three knives who fell beside He Xiuxiu, and then sighed with a light smile, "I originally wanted to play with you again!" He was actually still a little surprised in his heart. Because he didn't understand why this man was so vulnerable now.

After all, according to his speculation, a man in the midst of extreme anger should behave like a wolf. But this man was obviously surprised by him. He wondered why this man's power had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Could it be that he was completely destroyed by despair and sadness?

He flicked his fingers with a light smile, and then a bit of blue light was as bright and thick as a firefly, and it flew towards the three knives in a swaying manner.

In the eyes of the three knives, it was like a small flower bone, so enchanting, so gorgeous. As his dark pupils gradually filled with blue light, Sandao suddenly felt that any resistance had lost its meaning.

"Huh~" He breathed a long sigh of relief instead, and then stretched out his hand to hold He Xiuxiu in his arms again, "When I get to the underworld, I will still work for you!" he said with a smile, both in his mouth and in his heart.

The brilliant blue light finally fell on Sandao's knee. The first thing Sandao felt was a chill that pierced through his bones. Immediately after, he felt as if his flesh and bones were being corroded by something.

He couldn't feel the burning or stinging of the flames, just a warm and corrosive feeling. And after this feeling, the sharp pain began to surge in one after another. That's because the flesh and bones disappear in an instant, but the pain is not like a knife cutting an axe. This kind of pain is an afterthought, and it is too late to react.

It's like, you only know the pain, but you don't know where it hurts. Because the place where it hurts, it's gone before you feel it.

Sandao didn't die immediately in this pain, he calmly watched as the blue-blue flames grew stronger and stronger on him, and finally spread to He Xiuxiu's body.

"Tell me," Sandao said abruptly at this time, he looked at the gray-haired man, and said in a solemn tone, "Your name!"

The gray-haired man sneered when he heard this, and said, "You don't deserve to know!"

"Yes!" Sandao also smiled coldly and said, "You have to live well." No one but me can take your life!"

When the words fell, the blue fire was even stronger.

Green smoke curls and rises. In the Compassion Hall, there was a dead silence.

When the blue fire burned to the chests of the three knives and He Xiuxiu, the gray-haired man waved his hand, then slowly turned around and said, "Take their heads, take them back!"

"Yes!" the glamorous woman replied in a respectful voice, and then saw that the blue fire had been extinguished. The two heads, a man and a woman, are now being placed there vividly, making people feel creepy.

It was only then that the rain outside the house began to pour in. The summer thunderstorms are even more frightening, because they also carry rolling thunder. It was like a roar that wanted to tear the heavens and the earth apart, and although it was isolated, it was earth-shattering.