We always have the illusion that our feelings come from our own hearts. I think I am rational, I think my every move is reasonable.

But in fact, the vast majority of our daily actions are the result of hidden motives that we simply cannot understand ourselves.

The so-called faith, which allows a person to become completely enslaved by his own darkness.

The morning sun rises to dispel the dark and cruel rule, the orange sun shines on a black giant city, the smoke curls in the wind, the voices of people are boiling, and the cars and beasts are increasing, and the industrious people in the city have started a new day early.

A burly middle-aged man, with unkempt dirt, carrying a black strange blade and a bald boy on his shoulder, walking on the bustling street.

The young man is immature and delicate, and the middle-aged is hideous and vicious, this strange combination attracts the attention of pedestrians. The middle-aged man exudes a cold and evil aura all over his body, and no one dares to approach, he is the most famous executioner in the city, and it is said that he can cut through the sea of clouds and thunderclouds with a single sword.

No one knew about his past, and no one dared to provoke him, even if the big families in the city were polite to him. Like a gust of wind, he quietly came to this city, and quietly ascended to the execution platform, and the black strange blade behind his back was stained with the blood and soul of the condemned prisoner.

Dressed in a black samurai robe, with a face full of scars, a stubble sighing, a pair of eagle eyes hidden under the greasy and scattered bangs, and only a trace of gaze from between the hair pierced people's eyes, and few people dared to look directly.

"Yo! Isn't this Uncle Hei? Where did you go last night? Could it be a temple that escaped from your shoulder? Look at that handsome face, it's so pale that it hurts. A wine shop owner joked, the whole world is afraid that the owner of the wine shop dares to ridicule him like this. "I can't imagine it, hello Uncle Hei. ”

"Little shopkeeper, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. If you hear someone chewing on the root of your tongue on the street, don't blame me for sneaking into your room in the middle of the night and letting you have a son, and you will be a father. Uncle Hei's voice was hoarse, dull and ugly, without any emotion, but his words were sharp and tight. "He is my nephew, who was angry with his family, ran away from home, and met again, and he has become this ghost. ”

The little shopkeeper laughed, but he didn't think so. He has been with Uncle Hei for a long time and has already figured out Uncle Hei's character.

Speaking of which, their family has an indissoluble love affair with Uncle Hei, and when his father saved Uncle Hei's life, Uncle Hei became the patron saint of his family's wine shop. Their family has no other background, and they can still take root in the city's most prosperous golden street.

During the conversation, Uncle Hei's steps were still the same, but there was a black light in his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he had passed through the wine store and entered the backyard.

Three days later.

Dao Mu didn't have much trouble to open his eyes, and when he saw that he was in an unfamiliar environment, he couldn't help but look around curiously. "Squeak!" The door was suddenly pushed open, almost scaring Dao Mu, but when he looked up, he saw a tall figure blocking the door, blocking the blood-red remnant sun.

"Awake?" Uncle Hei's voice was still so dull and empty, like a soul envoy from hell.

Dao Mu cowered and looked at the hateful Uncle Hei, the upper half of his face was covered by hair, and the lower half of his face was covered with knife marks, with sharp edges and corners, and he must have been handsome and extraordinary when he was a teenager.

The eagle eyes looming between the strands of hair made Dao Mu's heart cold, and he could feel a smell of blood and a cold air from several meters away, cold and piercing, making Dao Mu, who was thinly dressed, tremble.

His beautiful bloody eyes also aroused Uncle Hei's curiosity, and he strode forward, ghostly and instantly in front of Dao Mu, who unconsciously curled the corner of the bed and looked at Uncle Hei with fear on his face.

Soul Hooker? Yes, only the Soul Hooker has such a yin energy.

"What a pair of desperate eyes. Uncle Hei twisted Daomu's face, looked directly at Daomu's big eyes, and admired it, as if he had found a new toy.

"Are you the soul seducer from hell?" The aura was cold, more than the mass grave, Dao Mu trembled like chaff, and he was struggling to break free from Uncle Hei's hand, "I am considered suicide, how many layers of hell should I go to?"

"I wish you were dead, but your life is very hard. Uncle Hei turned around, "If you're hungry, get up and follow me." ”

Dao Mu recalled it a few times, and it turned out that he was not dead, but why couldn't he be happy at all.

"I saved you, you're not happy, are you?" Uncle Hei turned his back to Dao Mu, but he saw through Dao Mu's heart, and it was weird, "The only conscience I have actually saved a coward, heh, it's really the biggest stain on my life." ”

Dao Mu was silent when he heard this, as muffled as a gourd, after all, what the other party said was a fact, yes, he was indeed evading.

His body has decayed to this point, no matter how hard he tries, is it useless? This middle-aged uncle is really ridiculous, what does he know!

The yard is not big or small, a rockery in a pond, the surrounding flower beds are lush, and the birds are singing and fragrant.

There is a big table in the middle, and a big pot on the table.

Large pieces of meat boiled in the pot, and the mist filled the entire courtyard with the smell of spices and meat, fused with the fragrance of flowers and plants, giving birth to another strange smell, which smelled quite good, and aroused people's deepest desire to eat.

Dao Mu thinks that his death is approaching, so it doesn't matter. Throwing away the moral etiquette carefully taught by Mu Cang and Mu Qing, the master did not speak, he had already sat down with a big grin, his gurgling throat surging, and he picked up the chopsticks and was about to put meat in the pot.

"Smack!" Uncle Hei shot like a snake, as fast as electricity, the chopsticks hit the back of Hongdaomu's hand, the bones of his hand were about to break, and the pain was so painful that tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, wow, wow. "What's the hurry, let's have a bowl of wine appetizer first, should you not drink the bar with this little white face?"

Uncle Hei filled the big bowl in front of Dao Mu, and then drank it all in one gulp with the wine jar himself, Dao Mu frowned slightly when he saw this, did not hesitate to retreat, took the bowl with both hands, and drank the spirits in the bowl in one go.

The liquor was so strong, as soon as I put down the bowl, I suddenly felt a fire burning in my abdomen, and my whole body began to heat up, which was visible to the naked eye, and even the white face was flushed with a flush that I hadn't seen for a long time.

"Hiccup!" unsubtly burped, the aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of meat was refreshing, his eyes flashed with a strange red light, and his body seemed to regain all his strength at once, and he picked up the meat and stuffed it into his mouth, whether it was hot or not.

Uncle Hei is really a strange person, like a trick, you have a bowl of a jar, you come and go, drink a lot, eat meat, and the wine and food for twenty people are swept away in silence between the two.

Having eaten and drunk, the darkness had once again ruled the earth, the sea of stars filled the night, and the two looked up to admire the moon, so quiet that it was uncomfortable.

"Have you thought about your future plans?" Uncle Hei was holding a fishbone in his mouth carelessly, but his eagle eyes were shining with starlight, "If not, then live according to my arrangement, live day by day, just like you, how about it?"

Dao Mu was silent, slumped in his seat, his whole body was red, and wisps of hot air could be seen with the naked eye, reflecting the starry curtain, he was not surprised that Uncle Hei saw his origin, and shaved off his white hair and eyebrows together, which already explained everything.

"Hmm. This sound seemed to exhaust all the strength of Dao Mu.

Three years later.

Daomu buried Uncle Hei with his own hands, and at the request of Uncle Hei, he burned him to ashes, buried him in three places, high mountains, flat land, and rift valleys, and planted three maple trees on his ashes.

Uncle Hei has no other relatives and no friends, and when Uncle Hei is buried, there are only the elderly shopkeeper and the little shopkeeper and the reborn baby girl.

Back in the yard, sitting at the stone table, the cauldron gurgling and boiling, sounding as if crying an old friend died. Uncle Hei was still sitting neatly with dishes and chopsticks, and there was a jar of wine.

Dao Mu leaned lazily on the chair, supported his chin with one hand, and tapped the stone table with his index finger with the other, clattering, but his eyes squinted at the black strange blade nailed to Uncle Hei's seat before he died.

The black strange blade, like a sword and a knife, even looks like half of a scissor from a distance, and a gauntlet is bent out of the handle, and it looks like a fairy weapon that I have seen in an ancient book.

Dao Mu had a self-deprecating expression on his face, this was just an ordinary butcher's knife, and it was sticking to the immortal weapon. In the past three years, he has watched this knife swing down human heads in Uncle Hei's hands, and he can't count them.

This is a fairy weapon, it is clearly a magic weapon, a magic weapon butcher knife that harvests human lives.

Thinking of this, a faint sadness appeared on his cold face, three years, not short or long, flesh-and-blood people will have feelings in the face of wood, and Dao Mu is facing a living person.

It was false to say that he was not grieving, but he forgot how to express his grief normally.

The cauldron was still gurgling and boiling, and the rich aroma was tangy, and his stomach protested, interrupting his thoughts, shaking his head vigorously, putting aside these problems that affected his appetite, and the storm was rewry.

Alas......

As usual, after drinking and eating, he likes to look up at the starry sky and think about a more philosophical philosophy of life, trying to convince himself that he is dead or alive.

Uncle Hei's deathbed words were infinitely replayed in his mind, "I was guided by the knife to appear in the official road, and it is my personal choice whether to save you or not." I should have died, but I lived fifteen more years, just waiting for this sword, waiting for the next heir.

In the past fifteen years, I can't talk about happiness or pain, but most of the time, I just feel that it's good to be alive, and the light in the eyes of the condemned prisoners makes me yearn for and obsessed with ......"

Dao Mu lowered his head slightly, and his afterglow swept towards the strange knife. Everything is gained, there is a loss, and pulling out the knife can allow you to continue your life, and you may even take revenge.

But can he afford to pay the price of drawing a knife? Dao Mu has never believed in pies falling from the sky.

To pull out or not to pull?

Trying to find a chance to fight in the sea of blood, or is it decadent and waiting for death?

His brows were furrowed, his ears moved slightly, it turned out that there was an uneasy sound outside, but when he turned his head, he saw the little proprietress running into the courtyard in disheveled clothes, her eyes were red, and the pear blossoms were raining, "Xiao Hei! Someone came to smash our shop! A-Ying is in the hands of those beasts!"

"Don't even let go of children?!" Dao Mu frowned, his black and white hair was indifferent, his red eyes became hideous, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Uncle Hei is gone, they can act recklessly?!"

When the words fell, Dao Mu had already pulled out his blade and stepped into the endless darkness.