The sound of the piano was endless, Cheng Li's hands had begun to tremble, and even his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

If life is so miserable and hopeless, why do you have to live?

The sun was setting below the horizon, and the land was dark. But what is darker is the human heart. There is no light, there is no hope. Nothing.

Faintly, Cheng Li seemed to see a lot of people. Some he knew, some he didn't. Some he remembered, some he had long forgotten. But at this time, whether it was unknown or forgotten, Cheng Li felt it in a trance. These people all have a certain degree of close relationship with themselves. Or, it's your own loved ones. Either the one who died at his own hands.

But no matter which one it is, at this moment, these countless faces are all full of smiles.

Why? Is it because they have all died, and in the embrace of death, they have attained eternal tranquility and happiness? Why are they all beckoning to Cheng Li? Are they all persuading him to enjoy that kind of tranquility and happiness?

The sound of the piano became more and more soothing, more and more sad, and sad. The faces in the hallucinations also smiled happier and beckoned faster. The hand that had already left the "Jiuyao" didn't know exactly when it started, and held the handle of the knife again. And the grip is tight, as if the knife is about to be drawn at any moment.

Why do you want to draw a knife? What are you going to do when you draw a knife? Are you going to kill someone? Who are you going to kill? There are only two people here, myself and Lonely Hou, is it possible that before the sound of the piano is finished, you will break the gambling contract and kill Dugu Hou with a knife? If not...... Is Cheng Li going to commit suicide?

Suddenly, Lonely Hou's five strings moved in unison and jumped out a high note. At the same time, Cheng Li stretched out his arm and finally pulled out his knife.

The sword flashed, but it was not a human head, but a string. With this knife, all the strings on the piano broke together. There wasn't even a scratch on the piano. It shows that the weight of this knife has reached the realm of almost arbitrariness and unstoppability.

No surprise, no anger. Lonely Hou just raised his head and stared at Cheng Li serenely, his expression calm, but he didn't speak.

Cheng Li slowly returned the knife into the sheath, and also looked at the lonely Hou quietly. In the darkness, it seemed that they were not human beings, but two statues carved out of marble, strong, cold, and noble.

After a long time, the lonely Hou finally sighed: "In life, there is more suffering and less happiness. Those who are unsatisfactory are often eight or nine times out of ten. Your life is no exception. All the way to today, I don't know how much suffering I have suffered. If you continue, you will only suffer more, suffer more sin, and suffer more. Why bother? Why bother? It's better to go back, it's better to go back. ”

Cheng Li said slowly: "Life is short, and it is inevitable to die." But even if you die, at least you have to die without regrets in order to die with peace of mind. If a person is alive and cannot do what he should do, then how can he die with peace of mind?

The meaning of life is a constant struggle, and as long as we understand this, life will not be meaningless. As for the various hardships in life, you can only grit your teeth and overcome them by yourself. Escaping with death is nothing but the work of a coward. ”

Lonely Hou asked: "So, even if you end up covered in blood, even if you get only hatred and contempt, and even if you are treated as a murderer and executioner, you still have to continue to live?"

Cheng Li said without hesitation: "As long as I can live, I will definitely live." The more people want me to die, the more I want to live. It's not a shame to live, it's to die. ”

Lonely Hou looked at him, there was no longer surprise and anger in his eyes, only respect.

Because Cheng Li has understood the true meaning of life. He already has a completely self-contained personality that is not at the mercy of anyone. The one who possesses such an independent personality is undoubtedly noble—a nobility that is almost close to "God." Even a poor, filthy beggar. But as long as he has this noble personality, then he is a matter of course and should be respected.

After another moment, the lonely Hou finally sighed slightly. "I'm defeated. Today, I finally found a soulmate. Even if I lose, I am willing, willing, and have no regrets. ”

Admitting defeat is just a very common thing. But in the current situation, it is anything but ordinary.

Because this is no ordinary bet. This is a life-and-death gamble for the sake of the glazed treasure. Previously Lonely Hou has already declared. Once he admits defeat in this bet, then he will automatically give his life without Cheng Li's action.

If Cheng Li loses, what will happen? Lonely Hou didn't say. Because there is really no need to say it. Once the fallen lonely Hou is full of the trap of the strong temptation of death, the loser does not even have the opportunity to take the initiative to admit defeat. Before they can speak, they will only take the lead and cut off their own lives.

Cheng Li did not cut off his own life, but cut the strings that brought the temptation of death. Strictly speaking, he wasn't a complete victory. Because the lonely Hou has not finished playing the lyre of death.

Therefore, Lonely Hou can refuse to admit defeat, and then fight to the death with Cheng Li.

But Lonely Hou didn't. With his status and status, he can't do such a despicable and shameless thing.

The eldest husband is a man, and life and death are nothing but idle matters. The most important thing is to be "worthy of yourself". backtracked, turned his face and didn't recognize people. Such indiscriminate behaviors, such as Lonely Hou, a real person, do not disdain it at all.

So now, it's time for Lonely Hou to fulfill his promise. He smiled and bowed his head to Cheng Li, and said slowly: "Cheng Li, you are the most terrible person I have ever met in my life. There are many things you can do that I can't do. Therefore, I hope that in this glazed treasure battle, you can really go to the end and get the real glazed treasure. But don't think ......"

Before he finished speaking, Lonely Hou's eyes, ears, nostrils, and the corners of his mouth suddenly slowly oozing wisps of black blood. At first glance, the face, which still looked quite young, noble and imperial, also turned iron-blue, as terrifying as a zombie.

Then, his body slowly fell, and he happened to lie down on his own lyre. It seems that the strength is not great, but the quiet and beautiful guqin suddenly broke out with the sound of "click~", which broke into two.

The piano is in the people. Piano ruined ...... Death!

Looking at the lonely Hou lying on the piano, Cheng Li felt extremely melancholy in his heart, and even had an indescribable emptiness. It was as if the whole person was in a fog and had been completely lost. In this duel, did he win or lose? For a while, Cheng Li felt that he couldn't tell the difference.