The autumn night is slightly cool, revealing a chill.

Yin Zhige looked at the folds piled up in front of him, and helplessly supported his forehead.

His face was extremely heavy, and he sighed helplessly at the dark night outside.

Occasionally, a breeze blew and blew away the man's tiredness.

made Yin Zhige refreshed, his eyes deepened, and his eyes flashed when he looked at the twists and turns under the dim yellow light.

Tonight, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany my own lady.

The first day I didn't see the lady, I missed her.

He stretched and sat down casually on the main hall first, ready to squint for a while.

After a while, the sound of even breathing sounded in the main hall, which made people feel calm.

The man's tough and sharp facial features in the court are soft and picturesque at the moment, just like him, as warm as jade, but as sharp as a knife.

The black shadow standing outside is always as tall as a bamboo.

It's just that the hand holding the sword can't help but tremble, I don't know whether it's excitement or hesitation.

Zheng Cong took a deep breath, felt the pungent coolness on the tip of his nose, turned around, and entered the Heart Cultivation Palace.

The sword in his hand flashed silver in the reflection of the moonlight, revealing a piercing coldness, which made people's hearts chill for no reason.

"Da, da, da."

The footsteps gradually approached, until they reached Yin Zhige's face.

Looking at Yin Zhige, who was sitting casually in front of him, he pulled the corners of his mouth, and looked at him with seven points of hatred and three points of inquiry in his eyes.

Really, did you do it?

One hundred and thirty-one members of his Zheng family died overnight.

That night, there was a river of blood.

Did you tell it?

Yin, Zhi, Ge.

This is a name he remembers with hatred, but he can talk to him very happily in his daily life.

Even if Zheng never spoke much, he would take it with a smile.

The people in the palace say that you are gentle, in addition to being decisive and resolute in the face of state affairs, you are all smiling at others.

But you are like this, who is as beautiful as the bright moon, how can you be my Zheng Cong's enemy.

The sword was pressed against the center of his eyebrows.

As long as you touch it again, this person will die.

You can pay tribute to the souls of one hundred and thirty-two members of his Zheng family.

But Zheng Cong didn't start in the end, the sword was always there, but he hesitated.

Yin Zhige trembled his eyelashes, woke up faintly, felt the dazzling cold light on his face, and subconsciously closed it again.

After a while, he raised his eyes to look at the cold sword in front of him, his back was slightly cold, and his face did not change.

looked at the person in front of him, with a hint of exploration and doubt, but calmly almost terrifying.

"Zheng Cong, what do you mean?"

He didn't shout for people to save him at the first time, nor did he threaten himself with anything that if he killed him, he would die.

Instead, he asked why he wanted to kill him.

What stupid people.

A person who has committed a heinous crime.

After all, you have to pay the price for your actions.

Isn't it?

Zheng Cong raised his eyebrows, the tenderness in his heart and the mercy of his subordinates disappeared without a trace, and all that was left was the coldness to the bone.

He moved the sword away a little more, his eyes bloodshot, full of hatred and disgust, and he looked away, as if he did not want to look at him again.

After a while, turning his gaze to Yin Zhige, Zheng Congcai sneered, and the sword regained his heartlessness, his eyes were like torches, indifferent and hateful.

"You also deserve to ask? Don't you know? ”

"Ten years ago, you killed one hundred and thirty-two members of the Chang Zheng family, and the blood debt of one hundred and thirty-two people was on your back."

As he spoke, his face was sinister, and he approached him and whispered.

"Dare to ask Your Majesty, have you ever been haunted by evil ghosts and couldn't sleep at night."

"In the past few years, have you felt a little guilty?"

"Now, these one hundred and thirty-two blood debts will be repaid by you alone, and in the end, it will be cheaper for you."

Yin Zhige was stunned when he heard it, he didn't understand it at all, he just watched fixedly, at a loss, and didn't know what to do.

What Zheng family, what one hundred and thirty-two people?

What exactly is Zheng Cong talking about?

Zheng Cong looked at him like this and sneered again.

"Your Majesty, you know that karma, with the cause of you killing more than 100 people, you will definitely have the result of repaying the lives of these people."

Yin Zhige was listening, his eyes were puzzled and stunned, and he shook his head.

After making sure that there was no such thing in his memory from beginning to end, he looked sideways at Zheng Cong, his gaze was light and shallow, full of inexplicability.

"When's it?"

He asked, looking at him with a serious look on his face and then silent.

Zheng Cong looked at him pretending to be stupid, pulled his lips sarcastically, looked at him sharply, sarcastically and resentfully, and laughed.

"Hah!"

"Your Majesty forgot?"

The smile on his lips deepened, revealing bitterness, and his eyes flashed with remembrance.

It was as if all of a sudden, I had returned to those tragic memories.

"Ten years ago, the Zheng family was an important family in the capital, and I was still a young child, catching fireflies at night, preparing to make a birthday gift for my mother.

At that time, the imperial court suddenly sent people to break into the Zheng family, and without saying a word, they began to massacre, from the courtyard to the inner room, all of them were bloody, chilling blood.

Then, all of the 132 members of my Zheng family died, and none of them lived, except me.

At that time, those people took pity on him and said that the emperor would not care about a young person, so they secretly let me go.

And I, standing at the door of Zheng's house for a day and a night, made up my mind to kill you to avenge this uncommon vengeance.

So, I joined the killer organization, crawled and fought for a few years, and finally practiced a skill, and finally was killed by my colleagues, so that I was ...... The pillow man was saved.

But at the same time, there is also a chance to get close to you. ”

The irony in his eyes was even stronger, looking at him with bitter hatred, his smile was also evacuated a little, and his face was like falling ice and snow, condensing.

"Yin Zhige, I only want to kill you now, and I can't wait to cut you with a thousand knives and one hundred and thirty-two strokes to comfort those one hundred and thirty-two undead."

"Did you know that night, the blood flowed so much that it stained all the flowers in the flower beds red?"

"That night, the Zheng family cried, begged for mercy, admitted unknown guilt, wanted to live, and finally couldn't escape a terrible cry."

"That night, if it weren't for those two people who couldn't bear it, you might not have seen me now."

"You, you are an executioner, you killed one hundred and thirty-two members of the Zheng family, and you also killed your last mercy, you are extremely indifferent and hypocritical to others."

"Outsiders say that you are gentle and polite, and you are a wise gentleman.

But in my opinion, you are nothing more than a blind man haunted by evil spirits, hypocritical to the extreme, who does not distinguish between loyalty and goodness, who is not close to human feelings, and who destroys humanity. ”

Zheng Cong looked at him as if he wanted to see through him as a person.

It's just that his eyes are complicated, and after being in contact with him for so long, he has always treated people with one thing and one thing, and he is never partial.

Zheng Cong's expression was indifferent, and he asked in a cool voice.

"Yin Zhige, I just want to ask, do you admit this crime?

Have you really forgotten the 132 souls? ”