The scorching sun is like fire, Lin'an City under the sun and Lin'an City hiding in the shade, the prosperity is completely two extreme contrasts: it is difficult to see people coming and going on the sun-drenched street, and the teahouses and taverns shrunk in the shade are full of people.

At this time, on a yin-facing teahouse 100 meters away from the Gyeonggi Yamen, two handsome men sat on the railing, holding a porcelain cup and slowly sending a mouthful of fragrant tea to the vermilion full lips.

As Luo Zhiqiu's eyes glanced at the front of the main gate of the Gyeonggi Mansion, the smile between his lips was like a pond wrinkled by the bright spring breeze, rippling shallowly.

"What should come is to come, meditate on tea."

Holding on to the purple clay pot, carefully and elegantly filled the porcelain cup that Luo Zhiqiu had dropped again with fragrant tea. The best Yundian tea is hard to find, and it is worth their time to taste it; And looking at the posture of Luo Zhiqiu's stomach before, this good tea has become a thirst-quenching vulgar thing, which is inevitably harmful.

After paying attention, Luo Zhiqiu knew that he had lost his demeanor in front of people, but at this time, even if there was precious tea, he couldn't be interested in tasting it; With a frowning brow, Luo Zhiqiu finally put down the porcelain cup that was sent to his lips, and said uncomfortably in his heart.

"I always feel calm enough, but when I compare it in front of you, I realize that I am so unbreathable."

"I'm a killer, and my heart is cold. Anyone will have a first time, rest assured, blood will not get on you. ”

The thick soft eyebrows are curled, and there is a bright color between Futu's sad and joyless handsome face, which is probably the killer's natural murderous nature. It can invisibly disrupt the composure of others. And looking at this face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, Luo Zhiqiu's heart was mixed, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Who would have thought that the number one public enemy in the rivers and lakes. The head of the Seven Evils of the Jade Golden Sword Gate would sit calmly opposite Luo Zhiqiu at this time, and show his true face. Very few people in the world have seen the true face of Futu, and even if they have seen it, it has become a wisp of unjust soul under his palm.

"Luo Zhiqiu, do you want that woman to come or not?"

"I don't know."

Luo Zhiqiu's current state of mind couldn't give any answer, because he couldn't even convince himself. In the eyes of a cold-hearted killer like Futu. It is easier to kill a man than to pinch an ant to death, and what is about to happen is only an understatement to him; And it is undoubtedly a huge test for Luo Zhiqiu, who has an innocent background, and it invisibly distorts his morality. The view of right and wrong.

"Luo Zhiqiu, it's too late to regret it now."

His eager body trembled incessantly, and if it weren't for the hand clasped tightly on the corner of the table tugging at his swaying will, he would have fled.

But he couldn't move. Such as a puppet that is controlled by thousands of silk threads. It's just a little selfishness that controls himself.

"Your body has done a good job of giving you answers. Sitting here with peace of mind, it is like watching a wonderful scene, although the scene will inevitably be a little bloody, but after that, it will be bright. ”

The slightly evil smile appeared between the corners of his lips, and Fu Tu's cold gaze seemed to be guided, and he looked at the other side of the street with a confused Luo Zhiqiu.

"Don't be embarrassed, she's here."

Fu Tu reminded him, and Luo Zhiqiu, whose face was like ashes, suddenly bounced up from between the seats. His eyes looked straight at the entrance of the street.

The roasted street was filled with surging heat, and the strong sunlight with a faint orange color shone on Aunt Shen's face. But it couldn't melt the cold on her face, which looked like death; Every step is to abandon the hope of life and step into the silence of death, how much courage does a living person have to face the fear of death? Luo Zhiqiu, whose eyes flickered, looked at Aunt Shen who was walking towards the door of the Gyeonggi Ya step by step, her trembling lips kept opening and closing, and there was no sound in her throat, and he didn't know how to stop this tragedy from coming.

At this time, Aunt Xiashen, who was standing in the sun, was waiting for the person who gave her instructions, and her slightly frightened eyes were searching for the person she was looking for. It seems to be a coincidence, and Aunt Shen, who looked up, instantly caught Luo Zhiqiu's existence in the teahouse, and squeezed out a pure smile. One high and one low, stunned and smiling, the two people with eyes in line crossed the irrelevant bustle on the street and silently exchanged their hearts.

I don't know if the sunshine was too dazzling or the atmosphere was too sad, a crystal light slowly overflowed her eyes, dyed with Aunt Shen's wanton smile at this time. No complaints, no regrets, no hatred, one qiē is that she is willing to have nothing to do with people, this is what Aunt Shen wants to pass on to Luo Zhiqiu at this time.

This scene was seen in the eyes of Futu, but he still sat calmly and sipping tea. It is not difficult to kill a person, but it is difficult for a person to give his life willingly; In the face of Aunt Shen's final goodbye to the dying person, out of respect, Futu left them plenty of time to say goodbye.

Every time Aunt Shen's righteous and awe-inspiring smile was faced, it caused a huge impact in Luo Zhiqiu's heart. Do you really want to drive an innocent person to a dead end? Is it really necessary to make such sacrifices to defuse the current crisis? Do you really want to be so ruthless? Questioning himself repeatedly in his heart, Luo Zhiqiu, who was condemned by his conscience, finally couldn't endure the repeated torture, and turned around and wanted to go downstairs to stop Aunt Shen who was making trouble in the Gyeonggi Yamen.

"For the sake of a little so-called conscience, do you want to put your wife and children in danger? Luo Zhiqiu, you have to think clearly. ”

Fu Tu's reminder was like a slap in the face, and suddenly Luo Zhiqiu, who wanted to go downstairs to stop him, stopped. conscience, the safety of his wife and children in Luo Zhiqiu's heart, a simple battle to divide the winner and loser; Gentlemen and villains are just different in terms of morality, and they essentially want to protect the people or morals they care about.

Knowing what he really cared about in his heart, Luo Zhiqiu sat back in the chair dejectedly, and his stunned expression had already given Fu Tu a good response.

"It's going to be over soon. If you're afraid that you can close your eyes, you'll have a nightmare and wake up and forget everything. ”

After finishing speaking, Fu Tu took off a bone flute carved from animal bones from his waist, put one hand to his lips, and gently played a silent requiem with his inner breath.

The "Spring Water Mantra" played by Futu with internal breath is like a circle of ripples rippling on the Pinghu Lake, and this silent flute music spreads around his position and reaches the ears of Shen Damiang, who is standing on the street.

Suddenly, the magic sound entered her brain, arousing the Gu worm in Aunt Shen's body to wake up. Aunt Shen knelt softly on the ground with her head that was about to explode, raised her head and screamed in pain, and this continuous scream suddenly cleared the excitement on the street! (To be continued......)