The white horse under the sword man began to retreat, one step at a time... It took a dozen steps back before he stood still.

Suddenly, I heard a "click", and the flying sword of the man with the back sword was split into two pieces by the sixteen-one sword, and it fell to the ground and became broken copper and iron.

"Who are you?" The man with the sword on his back witnessed his sword being cut off by the black shadow in front of him, his eyes widened, and he looked at Hua Sixteen in disbelief and asked.

"Kill!" Hua Sixteen's face contorted into a big mouth again, and after a roar, it suddenly quickened its pace, and in the blink of an eye, it was less than three meters away from the man with the sword on its back.

"You..."The man with the sword on his back was too late to retreat at this time, and he wanted to ask who this black shadow was, but before he finished speaking, he only felt a strong wind blowing, and then a black shadow passed by his side, and at this time he was already standing behind him.

The man with the sword on his back didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him, but he just noticed that his neck was cold, and it had begun to be accompanied by a slight tingling pain, he hurriedly reached out to touch it, his hand touched some viscous liquid on his neck, and he was about to look down to see what it was, but he didn't know that this bow, his whole head fell to the ground and his body was separated.

The man with the sword on his back died, and it was Hua Sixteen who killed him.

"Sixteen. "Although the man with the sword is dead, those men in black are still there, although they are not as powerful as the man with the sword, but they also make this group of mediocre militiamen suffer.

Sixteen heard me calling out to him and looked at me with his empty face.

"Help them. I gestured to the militiamen, who were still tired of fighting, and greeted Hua Sixteen.

Hua Sixteen crooked his neck, and rushed towards the group of black-clothed people with a sword under his feet, he wandered among the black-clothed people like ghosts, and the black-clothed people died under his sword one after another, and the only two remaining black-clothed people looked at each other, and they didn't have time to think about what this black shadow was, only knowing that his swordsmanship was really domineering, everyone was killed by this black shadow's sword, they repelled the siege of the militia with their swords, turned their horses' heads and ran into the thick fog.

Hua Sixteen picked up his sword and quickened his pace behind him, keeping in pursuit.

"Don't kill them all, stay alive!" shouted the mother, who ran out from behind the hut.

Only then did I react, patronizing and killing, and even forgetting all about the whereabouts of Wuge.

I was about to tell Hua Sixteen not to kill them, but as soon as I said a word, Hua Sixteen had already caught up with them, and jumped into the air and slashed them off one by one.

The militia were very jealous of this sudden appearance of Hua 16, after all, no one except me knew about the existence of Hua 16, a few of them began to be busy treating the wounded, and most of them were holding their weapons and looking at Hua 16 vigilantly.

After Hua Sixteen killed the two men in black, he walked straight into the thick fog without looking back, and there was no trace of him, and the militiamen waited for a long time and did not see him come out, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

Only I know that Hua Sixteen has returned to my body, and when the summoned person comes out, he must come out in the summoner's body, but if the summoned person wants to return to the summoner's body, it is much easier, only one thought is needed, and it is enough.

The father, supported by Mrs. Tikage, slowly walked out from behind the hut, looked at the mess, and asked the militiamen, "Why are they all dead all of a sudden?"

The militiamen were also confused and didn't know why, so they could only tell the truth: "It was a black shadow with a sword that killed them all." ”

"Huh?" The father asked more than a dozen people in a row, and the answers were all the same, the father wanted to thank the black shadow in person, and after waiting for a long time, there was still no response in the thick fog, and the father had to ask someone to bury all the bodies of these men in black, and everything was as usual.

Mother and Mrs. Tikecs were disappointed, and they wanted to inquire about the whereabouts of the Ug from the mouths of the group, but they did not expect to kill the black shadow that suddenly appeared.

Seeing their disappointed appearances, I really wanted to tell them that one of the people in black was a man with a sword, but I was afraid that they would touch the scene and put this matter in my heart, and I didn't mention it to anyone.

Life returned to peace, and his father began to increase the difficulty of militia training, and he knew in his heart that this time a strong enemy invaded, if there was no help from that black shadow, just relying on their one hundred and ten materials, it was not yet known who would win and who would lose, and he could not rely on the goddess of miracles to take care of himself when he encountered danger, only if he was strong, that was really strong.

Occasionally, I would sit on the stone bench and watch my father train the militia not far away, looking at their serious faces, I always shook my head helplessly, they were still full of hope, they thought that physical strength could defeat all enemies, in fact, they were all wrong, I was right, this world is not as simple as they imagined, the real strong people, are some summoners, magicians and the like, just call one, that is a foolish character, all day long to do this kind of physical training, what is the useIt's better for everyone to eat a magic bead, just like a man and a god, as long as a person adds a circle of light to his head, then he can become a human, on the contrary, no matter how hard a person works, you will not become a god, the point is not whether you work hard, but whether you have that circle on your head. Magic beads, summoning beads, is the aperture in my mouth, there is no absolute fairness in this world, since the appearance of magic beads and summoning beads, this fairness has ceased to exist in name only.

Although I thought so in my heart, I never said it in my mouth, after all, it was their hope,

I have always carried Mr. Och's letter with me for the past ten years, and I will take it out and read it when I am bored.

I don't know if it's because I'm getting older and more broad-sighted, but I'm beginning to understand more and more the story of the kettle world that Mr. Och is talking about, and I feel more and more the falsehood of this world, and an invisible force is pushing me down the same path as Mr. Och.

In my spare time, I always ask myself, "Am I going to be one of the thousands of little fish in the kettle world, if not, what am I? where am I from? What is my mission here? Where are the dead going?"

Finally, I made a summary: "The world is far from being as simple as I can see. ”

I can understand more and more why Mr. Och is so obsessed with freedom and that adult, because before I know it, I have become the second Mr. Och, and I am ready to spend the rest of my life like Mr. Och solving these seemingly inconsequential but nothing more important.

I'm going to get out of here and go out into the world to find the truth, I'm going to fight for freedom, I'm going to live my life clearly, clearly.