Guo Pu had heard of Xu Zhefeng's family history.

No, the word "family background" seems to be too much of a hype. To put it bluntly, Xu Zhefeng is a gangster in the market, and his father is the same, so he really doesn't deserve the two weighty Chinese characters of "family background".

Xu Zhefeng's father deceived his mother when he was a teenager, and after a few nights' sleep, he bore this heavy fruit. The little gangsters naturally don't have any good habits of loving their wives and children, and they just made a woman's belly bigger here, so they went to the kiln to continue looking for women, and threw a lot of money at will.

His father is such a person, he eats, drinks, prostitutes, gambles when he has money, cheats and abducts when he has no money, has done all kinds of pickled things, is full of market gas, and will beat women casually.

Xu Zhefeng was beaten up since he was a child, and when he was a child, he cried and asked for help from his mother, and when he grew up, he found that his mother was also a victim, where could he help himself.

So he gradually became sensible, and when he was six or seven years old, every time he was beaten, he would stare at his father's face with a pair of eyes calmly, look at the drunken or vicious face, and be silent.

From then on, he learned to protect his mother and also learned to fight.

Everyone in the alley believed that Xu Zhefeng would sooner or later become a gangster like his father, only her mother didn't think so, and tenaciously defended her son.

It stands to reason that a gangster should not be called Xu Zhefeng with such an elegant name. If you look carefully, this name is given by a passing Taoist.

On that day, the woman holding her son was beaten out of the house by her husband, and she was so scarred that even the corners of her eyes were bleeding.

At that time, it was raining in the sky and the wind was biting, but she had nowhere to go.

The people on the road were in a hurry, and no one would notice her, and even if they did, they wouldn't lend a hand.

As the night gradually came, she huddled under the eaves with her crying son, touched the cold body of her son in her arms, and gradually reacted that it was not that her son was cold, but that she herself was feverish.

When I looked up, I could only see the cold rain coming down majestically, opening my arms to the earth.

She raised her hand to wipe the blood and rain from her face, and couldn't help but shiver slightly, not because of fear, but simply because of the cold.

The scene began to blur, not knowing if it was because of the heavy rain or because she had a fever. I'm so tired that I want to sleep like this and never wake up again.

Death is not a cause for concern, but the son in her arms is still too young and still needs to be fed.

So she pinched herself hard to keep herself awake.

The effort was almost futile, and the woman, listening to the cries of the child in her arms, grew louder and thought to herself that he must be hungry, so she unbuttoned her clothes and went to feed him.

There is a blood of its own in the arms.

The woman thought so and smiled with satisfaction.

"This kid has a very hard life, if you want to live, you should throw him away."

A vague figure appeared in front of the woman, and her voice was also ethereal, as if it was far away in the sky.

The woman tried her best to open her eyes in the blood and rain, and the rain washed the blood into a faint crimson, which was actually romantic.

She saw the robe fluttering in the wind, and she saw that the robe was not stained with rain.

So she was slightly stunned, but shook her head firmly, and hugged the child in her arms tighter.

The sound of the rain was majestic, crashing on the muddy and watery road, crackling.

"Idiot, how obsessed there is in the world." The Taoist sighed softly, "I will give this child a name, and it can still relieve you of more than ten years of turbulence, and if you don't let go at that time, even the Sanqing Daozun will not be able to save you." ”

So, in the sound of rain, the woman heard the three words Qingpiaopiao - Xu Zhefeng.

On that rainy night, how many homeless people in Jiankang City were buried, but not including women and Xu Zhefeng.

Xu Zhefeng gradually grew up and gradually became silent.

He became more and more ruthless in the fight of the thugs, and his gaze at his father became more and more calm.

Finally, on a night of the same thunderstorm, Xu Zhefeng stabbed his father in the chest with a blunt knife that he got out of nowhere.

It's not just a knife, Xu Zhefeng calmly and indifferently stabbed in and out. He kept looking into his father's eyes, watching the expression in those eyes change from surprise to horror, from horror to resentment, from resentment to struggle, and finally from struggle to nothingness.

During the whole process, Xu Zhefeng was silently counting.

Seventeen stabs, he stabbed a total of seventeen stabs.

And at this time, his beaten and dying mother had been struggling in the corner. Her leg was broken, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't climb over to stop Xu Zhefeng's blade.

The knife was very dull, and the sound of entering the flesh was not beautiful, and even a little harsh.

The woman was frightened and helpless, but she didn't scream.

She just suddenly thought of what the Taoist said to her more than ten years ago, so she gradually calmed down and looked at her son.

She watched him gasp quietly, like a little beast.

She watched as he slowly stood up, covered in blood, as calm as ever.

She watched him walk up to her, kneel down and hold her, then look into her eyes and tell her, Mom, we're free.

That year, when Xu Zhefeng was eleven years old, he killed his father and used seventeen knives.

And now, time flies, Xu Zhefeng is seventeen years old, and he still has a knife in his hand. This knife has already slashed eleven times on his own body.

Bloody.

It hadn't rained, but it had already fallen, so the ground was wet.

Xu Zhefeng sat under the wall, and could feel the cold and damp breath gradually invading his body, making him a little uncomfortable.

But this kind of discomfort is really incomparable to the discomfort in the body that is burning away at oneself.

I can't get rid of it, no matter how much I breathe, no matter how much I slam into nothingness, I can't get rid of it.

Only pain can relieve that depression, and only the bloody and sweet breath can relieve that boredom.

Xu Zhefeng didn't know what was wrong with him, and from the beginning of hitting his back against the wall, he gradually became addicted to pain. After becoming addicted, the simple pain could no longer satisfy him, so he took out the knife and gently slashed it across his arm.

Blood slowly oozed out, and the sight became somewhat wonderful. The pain ensued, giving him a sense of relief that he had never felt before!

A hearty experience!

It was at that moment that he was suddenly relieved from his previous discomfort!

Finally, finally.

However, this relief did not last long, and soon, depression and boredom came to him again, and they were delicately carved in his flesh and blood, as if to drive him crazy.

"Get out of here!" Xu Zhefeng looked at the familiar phantom in front of him, and let out a beast-like roar in his throat,

That's the guy he killed the night before.

No, it's not human.

For he had no face, no breath of a living man, only an unreal body, twisted and floating in the night sky.

"What the!" Xu Zhefeng sneered and stabbed with the sharp blade in his hand, but he couldn't touch the other party's body at all.

So the face of the body changed slightly, and Xu Zhefeng could see that it was laughing!

"!" Xu Zhefeng scolded, ignored him anymore, took another step, and walked home.

He's done his duty tonight. He's going home.

But as soon as he took more than ten steps, the depression that ate at his body struck again, making him miserable.

He couldn't breathe, so he leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

It was as if something was choking him, and no air could penetrate his body.

He wanted to struggle, but there was nowhere to struggle.

The Phantom was still laughing, even more joyfully.

Xu Zhefeng smashed his fist into the earthen wall, his hand bleeding.

A moment of pain is a moment of relief, and this reminds him again.

There was a kind of ** shouting in his body, he looked at the dagger he held in his right hand, and realized for the first time that it was so wonderful.

The moonlight made the blade brighter and brighter, circulating, emitting a mesmerizing light.

What's even more beautiful is that it can bring you pain, and pain represents liberation.

Even if it's only for a moment.

So Xu Zhefeng licked his lips and expected something.

Even if reason kept telling him not to do this.

The hand holding the knife gradually lifted and gently swiped across the arm.

Blood poured out again, and a pleasant sensation emanated from the hairs all over his body, making him let out a long breath of joy.

Also happy was the imp, which absorbed the spiritual breath from its blood, and its body became a little clearer.

It's a cycle, and it's a pleasure hunt.

A moment of relief seduced Xu Zhefeng's sanity, causing him to slash his arm again and again.

Reason told him that he was dying, but he couldn't stop.

Over and over.

It was the eleventh slash he made.

Pleasure invades the bone marrow, and a moment later is replaced by a tidal wave of pain.

Almost numb, Xu Zhefeng raised the dagger again, his eyes empty.

"How much of a sin have you committed to trying to override yourself?"

A slight sigh came into his ears, making Xu Zhefeng regain his senses slightly. He struggled to refocus his eyes and see what was in front of him.

In front of him, it was still the faceless monster, and it seemed to be enjoying the pleasure, happily rooting its feet in a pool of blood, and absorbing something freely.

And beside the faceless monster was a man in a broad robe, looking at him expressionlessly.

Suddenly understood what this person was asking himself, Xu Zhefeng subconsciously remembered his father who was killed by himself, so he sneered, looking a little cruel: "What do you have to do?" ”

"I don't know how to lift."

The person who came was naturally Guo Pu, he was provoked by Xu Zhefeng's rhetorical question, he scolded angrily, stopped caring about him, turned around and left, and didn't forget to mutter: "Young people nowadays are really difficult to serve, one is harder than the other!" Damn! I don't know how to ask for help when I'm dying! You deserve to die! They all deserve it! ”

Muttered and walked out dozens of steps, but Guo Pu, who was holding his arms and scolding, stopped, with a very tangled look on his face.

The moonlight flows, light and faint, like a woman's hand.

"Ahh Sick of it! ”

Guo Pu roared angrily, raised his foot and kicked hard at the wall beside him, and turned around.

It was originally a ruined wall, but at this time, it fell down in response to the sound, bringing up a cloud of smoke and dust.

He is Guo Pu.

He is Guo Immortal Master.

So, there are some things he can't leave alone. (To be continued.) )