The bell sings to see off the passengers, and the lonely boat is on the waves; If you ask where to go, you can live in the river.

“…… Again and again, coming and going, far away.

One after another, often listening to the bell ringing again.

People want to go and return, and it is rare to return to the heart.

When people are separated and get together, they may regain a long friendship. ”

The boat stopped on the water, and a glass lamp reflected the bow of the ship; The rod hangs over the wire, gently rippling on the calm surface of the river.

The man seated in the boat appeared to be thirty-five or sixteen years old, dressed in a gray and blue coat, with a robe draped over his shoulders and thin shoulders.

The ballad came from the man's mouth. His voice was low and had a southern aftertaste, and the song he sang was like the clear moonlight on this clear sky, with a certain calming power......

“…… The river flows eastward to the ocean.

There is a fog on the river.

The evening bell blows the rain on the river waves.

The boat went and came again.

The guest has his own thoughts. “

The power of singing to calm the heart, and the power that caused the frenzy in the heart of the knife plague was gradually fading as she approached this water, and a little bit of reason slowly returned to her mind, so that the cloudy pupils finally had light and condensed.

The plague came to the river.

…… There are only boats on the river.

There were no corpses in the river, no blood, only sparkling water, and transparent moonlight!

"Who are you?" The knife plague voice was hoarse, and he spoke slowly.

With many years of experience in the rivers and lakes, she didn't think that the boatman in front of her was just a coincidence, let alone mistook the aura that belonged to the martial artist.

The song stopped.

It's because this song has been sung to the end, and it has successfully regained the sanity of the sword plague.

"Boatman, Guanglingke." The man on the boat turned, pale in the glass light, and his voice was slow with a deep sigh.

Only one of his eyes was intact, and the other left eye was pierced by a scar, and his pupils were gray and unfocused; The facial features are upright, and there is a little unshaven stubble on the chin.

In that intact eye, the deep cobalt blue suddenly shone with a faint light, and you can see through the cause and fate between things at a glance...... For example, at this time, in the eyes of this man, there is an invisible "thread" in the heart of the white-haired scarred woman standing on the bank of the river, with fluttering sleeves, connecting with the cobblestone under her feet.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and the fine lines at the end of his eyes became more and more obvious. His long blue-gray hair hung neatly on his shoulders, and the night wind blew, spreading the white hair sandwiched in the middle, like the vicissitudes of time.

"You...... Step on the person you're looking for. ”

The man's voice is calmer and deeper than his singing, even slightly hoarse, and the content of his speech is more powerful than his singing...... In the darkness of the night, something that sends hairs down your spine...

Cobblestone was empty.

But for some reason, the knife plague that stepped on the cobblestone suddenly chilled in the bottom of his heart. She slowly lowered her head and looked down. Moss grows on one side of the round stone, and the moss is purple-black, and it looks more like coagulated blood under the moonlight......

The knife hand suddenly let go of the hilt and stepped back, one step and another.

The man on the boat raised his hand and knocked on the bow of the boat, knocking the moon shadow on the river, and the ripples expanded in a circle with a "bang", touching the shore, splashing and wetting the moss at the bottom of the round stones.

In the moonlight, an illusory spirit suddenly appeared on the round stone.

Dressed in dirty clothes like rags, the "soul" reaches forward to make a stiff water-pulling motion, cleaning the sword that never exists in his hand - that is, from a certain fantasy, and then being rooted in the memory of the sword plague, belonging to the image of "hate"!

"It's Kang'er...... There he is? He ...... "The knife plague stabbed into the ground, stabilized his body, raised his hand and slowly stretched out his face, "Ah...... Yes!!! She felt like her sanity was about to leave her again, and the feeling of pain like an ant eating her heart resurfaced.

"He's dead."

On the boat, the gray-blue shawl-haired man replied in a low voice.

The knife plague remained motionless.

An icy wind brought murderous aura from the shore, blowing the bow of the boat to tremble!

"Cause comes, fate goes." Guanglingke held the fishing rod in his hand and calmed the fishing line in the water again. The middle-aged man didn't look at the shore anymore, his low voice mixed with a faint hoarseness, like the hairy moonlight on the water, "He could have been liberated and returned to the netherworld, but because of your arrival, it brought an indissoluble bond......

Like, some kind of hint, a kind of allusion.

“…… Woman, have you done anything? ”

The sound of slow speech came from the boat, and the aftermath was also unreal like water waves, and it made people want to continue listening.

The knife plague couldn't help but listen to it, doubts, doubts, resentment, let reason collapse on the verge of collapse, and memories reappeared repeatedly and confused: "I ...... What has been done? ”

When the sword plague didn't pay attention to the boat, Guanglingke's eyes turned slightly downward, and he suddenly glanced at his palm.

His left hand was always next to his knee under the side of the ship, and his palm seemed to hold something:

"Have you done anything?"

“…… Who are you? ”

Two questions in a row, like a thunderclap in his ears, the knife plague suddenly held the knife in his backhand, cut a bloody mark on his wrist, and tried his best to maintain this sobriety through this pain: "You-what did you say? ”

"Say you...... What kind of person. The middle-aged man sat on the boat and spoke.

"It's just another sentence......" The nervous murmur of the knife plague was almost a whisper, and the murderous aura appeared all over his body, and the incomprehensible knife had gone straight forward, avoiding the stiff soul on the cobblestone, and a knife slashed across the river to stir up the cold and sharp wind, and splashed the water on the body of Guanglingke.

“…… He could have been relieved. Guanglingke remained motionless, and his voice was hoarse: "It's because of your past behavior that you have brought about a bad fate." This soul is bound to the most painful moment of death, the blood does not stop, and the 'wounds' cannot be healed. So I ...... Ask you, what did you do? ”

I, what did I do?

The knife plague suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he only felt that the sky was suddenly dark, and it seemed to have returned to the dark years of the past.

She was ignorant and unconscious, blindly kneeling in the Buddha hall to face the cold Buddha image covered by darkness, but the Buddha never said anything.

"Ha, hahaha—you ask me, what have you done?" The knife plague stopped another knife and covered half of his face with one hand, but the remaining eye was faintly tender: "I just want my son to be healthy for the rest of his life, isn't that right-"

For a long time, there was silence.

On the other side of the boat, a middle-aged man with long gray and blue shawl hair slowly lowered his head again, and looked at the paper in his palm with his only eye.

In the middle of the moon, by the moonlight, the half-kneeling "hate" on the cobblestone became clearer...... I could clearly see the tears in my clothes, and the flowing blood, like substance, fell little by little down the cobblestone into the river......

Blood-red water is death; The soul under the moon is death. The knife plague finally calmed down completely. Her Kang'er is dead, but her soul has not yet found peace.

"Right and wrong." Guanglingke bowed his head and said: "In your heart, it is actually meaningless......"

"What must I do to save him?" The knife plague, who had temporarily gained consciousness, threw the incomprehensible knife into the ground, held the handle of the knife with both hands, lowered his head and let the pale hair hang down to block his eyes, and said slowly: "You, there is a way......"

- Otherwise, how could it be just right to moor the ship here?

This person, there is a problem.

But the soul on the cobblestone does belong to the "Kang'er" in the memory of the knife plague. She could feel a trace of blood in the wind, and she could distinguish the tormented pain that belonged to the mother and son...... Her Kang'er had been bleeding, and by this uninhabited river, her body gradually became cold, and she slowly lost her life.

The five fingers of the sword plague tightened little by little, trying to control the crazy killing intent in his mind again.

Long gray-blue hair fell from his sideburns, and the middle-aged man Guang Lingke finally took his eyes off the paper with some handwriting written in his palm.

Buddha is destined to be a person.

But this ship really can't cross the bloody sea of criminals!

"Everything has a cause and an effect, and you are clearly connected to this soul by cause and effect. After tonight, maybe this soul will fall into the nose, and I can only advise you to make up for it as soon as possible. Although when a man dies, he will always go to hell......"

Before he finished speaking, there was an extra blood mark on the side of Guanglingke's cheek, "Hmm......" His tone remained unchanged, and his voice stopped.

"My Kang'er, how can you fall into hell."

The knife plague stood up straight, and his long pale hair had withered a lot unconsciously.

Under the moonlight, Guanglingke was silent again.

"Maybe, I'm lying to you?" The middle-aged man said slowly.

"So what?" Dao Plague raised his head, "I, I always have to save Kang'er, Kang'er...... You wait for A-Niang, A-Niang will come back again, A-Niang will protect you and won't make you hurt anymore......" She let go of the handle of the knife with one hand, her mind seemed to be in a trance, and she stretched out in the direction of the cobblestone, stroking the air. These conversations, the knife plague himself has said countless times in his memory. At that time, the young Kang'er fell into a coma due to illness, and she felt that the sky was falling apart when she held her young son in her arms, thinking that it was her own sin.

Yes and no, true or false, it no longer matters. Standing on the bank of the river, the knife plague saw with his own eyes the tortured beloved son, and the only delusion left at this time was the last obsession to grasp reason.

For those who are empty, their lives have actually come to an end.

The river flows quietly.

Guanglingke looked up at the back of the sword plague staggering away, knowing that this woman would never come back here.

The lights on the ship flickered.

The middle-aged man finally threw away the paper full of dialogue cheat sheets provided by someone who came with the courier in his hand, and watched the ball of paper float, melt, and disappear in the river.

The sound of the water was in an uproar, and Guanglingke stood up, his thin but tall body forming a shadow that shrouded the stern light. The bow rod moved, and the line flew towards the cobblestone on the shore, and a sword was hooked from the shadows under the cobblestone with a sonorous sound.

There were still dried blood stains on the body of the sword, and it was the same sword that had pierced into the heart of hatred.

At the man's feet, there was also an unsheathed sword, which was a pair with the sword that was slowly unsheathed in his hand.

The sword was delivered here by special courier in the early hours of the morning, and the remaining blood stains on it had a trace of hatred, which matched with the phantom under the moon to deceive the sense of the sword plague.

It was at this moment that there was suddenly another figure on the shore.

Small, short, looking at the height is only a little above the waist of Guanglingke.

Guanglingke looked up towards the shore.

The fishing wire hooks away the hidden sword under the cobblestone, and the illusion on the stone has been broken, and of course the "hated soul" does not exist.

A short figure coming from behind stepped on the cobblestone!

It was a little girl, with a tall flying fairy bun and a golden ring for her hair, but with a string of small purple flowers and a tender green dogtail at random pinned to her sideburns.

She wore a dark blue dress with brown patterns to the knees, brown leggings from the knee down to her calves, small hands and feet, a pair of dark red embroidered shoes, and a dark red oil-paper umbrella in her hand; The round face has a baby fat that has not subsided, a round cherry mouth, and a pair of eyes that look round after opening wide.

Erase all this outfit and replace it with a black masked power suit embroidered with three chicken feathers and gold patterns, and people can see that this is the glazed fairyland that sent Qu Shitu the Dongfeng Express black lacquer "dwarf" early this morning.

…… It is also the real leader of the "Dongfeng Express", the strongest logistics organization in the difficult situation, under the name of Perak Magazine, called the "head family"——

"Flowers are idle."

At the bow of the ship, the "Diaosuo", who is responsible for the logistics and transshipment of Dongfeng Express, Guangling Ke called out the name of the little girl in a slightly hoarse low voice.

Hua waited for the willow eyebrows on his round face, jumped into the sky with an arrow step, and then stepped lightly on the side of the boat, but he did not even disturb a splash, and then jumped up and kicked the knee of the man at the bow of the boat: "...... You're dirty! ”

"Guanglingke, you actually turned your back on the Buddha and helped Du Fanglin deceive people together!"