Zhaoguo, Jinling City.

In the Puyang Palace, Wang Er knelt outside a Buddhist hall, his head bowed, and the sweat on his face kept moving.

"Rubbish, so many dead! Go, kill him. A muffled voice came from the room.

"Yes. Wang Er knelt down and slowly withdrew from the corridor, with a complicated expression on his face.

A young girl with a delicate face pushed a young man in a wheelchair slowly through the city gate.

The little girl was carrying a shabby bag, and the only thing that seemed to be worth a few dollars on the two of them was an old simple knife on the side of the wheelchair.

It's just that there are dried blood stains sticking to the hilt, as if it has seeped deep into the hilt, so deep that it can no longer be wiped clean.

"Master, we're back. The little girl whispered in the young man's ear.

"Well, we're back. "The young man seemed to be saying to the little girl, as if he was saying to someone else, and the cold voice seemed to come from another world.

It was almost dusk, and the remnant sun was like blood.

An Ning pushed his wheelchair and walked down the street, which was wide and flat, much smoother than the official road they had walked along the way.

An Ning stopped, and the wheelchair stopped turning.

She didn't speak, quietly looking at the man in front of her.

She hadn't seen it, but she knew who it was.

She cut down a lot of them along the way.

Each one looks powerful, but each one dies just as fast......

Wang Er's expression was complicated, and he clenched the sword in his hand.

He had stabbed many people to death with this sword, and he had not hesitated.

But today, his hands kept shaking, and he couldn't even pull out his sword.

Wang Er looked at the person in the wheelchair and said, "You shouldn't come back." ”

The young man lowered his head and ignored him.

Looking at the green bricks on the ground, he thought for a while and said, "This street was built by my father. ”

After speaking, there was a smug look on his face, and his eyebrows were raised, looking radiant.

A trace of guilt flashed in Wang Er's eyes, and he repeated again: "You shouldn't come back." ”

"But I'm back, like you shouldn't have stood in my way. The young man said, but he still didn't look at Wang Er.

He turned his head to look left and right, like a hillbilly who had never seen the world.

Wang Er hadn't thought of this young man for many years.

Of course, sometimes I dream of that lewd old man, and I always wake up with some wine.

But there is no regret medicine in the world, and there are some things that have been done, and there is no way to regret it anymore.

Wang Er slowly pulled out the sword in his hand, after so many years, it was time to make an end.

An Ning looked a little nervous, and also pulled out the Pu knife in the wheelchair and faced Wang Er.

But his eyes were looking at the gap in the blade, revealing a distressed expression.

But the master said that when it is time to cut, it is still necessary to cut it.

An Ning thought so and did so.

So a wound appeared on the neck of the person in front of him, and blood slowly oozed out of it.

The blood flowed faster and faster, and then it couldn't stop like a fountain.

An Ning inserted the knife back and pushed the wheelchair forward slowly.

He also deliberately avoided the blood stains on the ground.

The two of them walked away slowly.

"After all these years, the blood on this street still can't be washed clean. The young man's face was a little pale, as if he was not used to such a bloody scene.

An Ning didn't answer immediately.

Just quietly pushing the wheelchair and continuing to walk.

After a long time, An Ning suddenly said, "Why don't you wash it a few more times?"

The young man thought for a moment and laughed: "Okay, then wash it a few more times." ”

The sun set, and the afterglow hit Wang Er's face.

looked at the master and servant who were gradually walking away, "It's so fast...... Originally...... I even have the qualifications to let him shoot...... None ......" and then lost consciousness.

The restaurant on the side of the street recorded the death of an old man, and the flag hanging at the door was blown up by the wind and then fell......