If Zhang Quanzhong continues to act like this, it is likely that by the time the final victory comes, he will already be a widow, and there will be no more loyal people around him.

"You must be disgusted with what I did, but I have been doing it for seventeen years. Zhang Quanzhong said lightly.

"In order to succeed, unscrupulous means, the ancients have long set countless examples for us. I said.

In all dynasties and dynasties, those who were able to step on the corpses of tens of millions of people to ascend the throne and sit in the palace were all such people. Chinese history has always been written by the victors, so they have been shaped into a generation of Tianjiao, a generation of Mingjun, Weijia Hainei, immortal for thousands of years. A person with a sense of justice should know what history is like, what life is like, and who the role models that should really be followed are.

Of course, I don't despise Zhang Quanzhong's approach, but he must have a reason for it.

Yes, the ancients did the same. He nodded, "Once you become famous, there must always be someone under you for people to step on and move on." I have read no less than a thousand books of history, a thousand times, and I have flipped through them, and there are only two words written in the books - 'murder'. Only by continuing to kill in large numbers can we weaken the foundations of those in power and completely change the world. To take the simplest example, on the other side of the Yalu River, the Japanese used only one principle of 'strong walls and clear wilderness' to completely collapse the local rebels. In the operation of 'Clearing the Wilderness', all the villages and people were killed and dispersed, thousands of miles of white land, no water and no food, no one could survive, so they could only cross the river in panic and flee into the northeast ......"

I understand what he meant, the people are the basis for the survival of the ruling and occupying forces, and if the people are eliminated, the next thing to die is the politicians and the occupying army.

This kind of planning is no different from "fishing in the dry water", which is tantamount to an earth-shattering gamble.

"Mr. Zhang, we are thaumaturgists, not gamblers. I said.

Zhang Quanzhong shook his head: "Everyone in the world is a gambler, but some people gamble big and some people gamble small." The ancients also said that those who steal hooks will be punished, and those who steal the country will be punished. If I succeed, I will be the writer of history, and I will write whatever I want. ”

I was secretly taken aback, for a person like him was no less harmful to society than the occupying army, and even more widespread of his poison.

When the people are constantly instigated and used by careerists, they will follow one after another, evolving into a crazy drama and causing a historical disaster.

There was no movement underground, and the young man behind Zhang Quanzhong couldn't hold back and began to whisper.

I couldn't do more than wait.

"Follow me, come along?" Zhang Quanzhong sent me an invitation in the air.

"I'm not a careerist, you are, I don't have that much intention, you have. I'm sorry, but I'm just trying to keep the people of the city safe, not like you. We're not fellow travelers, so let's just break up when we're done here. I shook my head and declined his invitation.

Even if I can't stop the other party, I can at least clean myself up and avoid becoming an accomplice to careerists.

"In this troubled world of burning cities, no one can be left alone. Hehe, Mr. Xia, with your wisdom, it is easy to guess the outcome of the war. When the time comes, will it be better to divide the territory or to be obscure? History has given you an opportunity that will go down in the ages, but you refuse to seize it, isn't it pedantic? Heroes create history -- this opportunity and authority have already been delivered to you, and you don't want it?" Zhang Quanzhong laughed.

I didn't want to look at him anymore, and turned my eyes to the young man behind him.

Young people are always full of enthusiasm and courage, but they have no direction, and they are easily used or even framed by others.

In Jinan in the 21st century, wouldn't I be the same? When the forces of all directions gathered in Jinan, all the balance was broken, and no thaumaturgist could be left alone, so he could only choose to "take sides."

"Don't push me. I shook my head again.

"No one is forcing you, it's the situation that is pressing. Zhang Quanzhong said, and then pointed to the ground, "Just like now, you have no intention of harming others, but you have strayed into the formation of 'death in the eight gates', who will pity you? If the Tujia brothers can't succeed, you will be trapped for the rest of your life until you die of exhaustion and starvation." Now, if the tide of things reverses and you capture the arranger, what will you do?

I am speechless, because the old Jinan people have long summarized such an ancient proverb: good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles. Good people don't live long, and they will be plagued for 10,000 years.

Suddenly, on the ground in front of me to the right, a head popped up on the ground, and its face was covered with black mud, like a huge loach fish.

The three young men cheered, because it was the head of Tu Laosan, and the place where it appeared was already in the courtyard. In other words, he has broken through the prohibition of the "Eight Gates are Dead" array from the underground.

"What a powerful formation...... It's amazing!" Tu Laosan wiped a handful of dirt from his mouth, only said these two words, opened his mouth suddenly, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The three young people exclaimed, but Zhang Quanzhong and I remained calm and waited for the third child to come out of the soil.

After vomiting blood, Tu Laosan's voice became hoarse and sluggish: "The master is not so simple...... I had already reached the fountain and escaped by water, but I was still in a hurry and was injured by the formation...... Tell my brother, the third child will take the first step, and he will explore the way under the nine springs, hahahaha, hahaha......"

Death came so fast that I didn't have time to talk to him, he was vomiting blood and dying.

What's even more terrifying is that the dirt around him is slowly but forcefully shrinking inward, squeezing his body to death.

"Is there anything else I would like to tell my family?" I asked in a low voice.

"The older generation is dead...... Don't let the next generation practice...... Thaumaturgical ...... "Tu Laosan used all his strength, leaving only these few words.

I couldn't help but feel gloomy that he had seen through the sorrow of a thaumaturgist by saying this.

For thaumaturgists, thaumaturgy is a double-edged sword. Only by completely letting go of this sword can you not be injured by it and live a peaceful life.

Before he died, Tu Laosan finally realized the truth of "letting go is eternal life" and saw everything clearly. However, who can understand this when a living thaumaturgist is full of friends and is full of friends?

Tu Laosan failed to break through the formation of "all eight gates are dead", and lost his own life.

I walked up to him and slowly crouched down.

He was buried in the earth from the neck down, with only his head exposed. What struck me even more was that the dirt next to his neck twisted in a counterclockwise direction, tightening tighter and tighter until he was strangled alive in the dirt.

A good swimmer drowned, but the Tujia, as a good "soil" person, died in the soil today.

"I'm sorry to kill you. I lowered my head and paid a silent tribute to Tu Laosan, who had already swallowed his breath.

The power of Qimen Dunjia is that it kills people invisibly, and once you notice something wrong, it's too late to quit. This is a thaumaturgy researched by the ancient Chinese with exhaustive wisdom, and I don't know how many years, how many generations, and how many people have tempered it, and it is impossible for people today to try to crack it in a short time.

"Hey, Mr. Xia, don't be discouraged, we still have a chance. Although Tu Lao Er and Tu Lao San are brothers, their cultivation in thaumaturgy is not the same. Zhang Quanzhong shouted behind his back.

Tu Lao Er has never shown up, which is indeed the only remaining glimmer of hope.

I stretched out my hand, closed my eyes for Tu Laosan, and was speechless for a while.

Maybe I shouldn't have come here with that man, and in a few hours, several people died in the courtyard, and there was a mysterious situation of "all eight doors are dead". I brought bad luck to the courtyard and triggered a series of killings - "What's the point of falling into this illusion, can I find something, change anything, if it's just to add unnecessary killings, then why bother?"

I remember that before entering the illusion at the intersection of Tianditan Street, I had just experienced the explosion of Whip Finger Alley. There, too, killing followed killing, death followed death.

"Xia Shi, what have you brought to the world? instead of making everything change for the better, it has gone worse and worse!" Suddenly, I broke out in a cold sweat, and my whole heart was clutched by a great sense of frustration and sorrow, and I couldn't break free.

Immediately, everyone who had died since the wake of the old house on Qushuiting Street appeared in front of me, lined up in a long column, like an exhibition of dead people.

Without me, nothing would have happened, and all kinds of thaumaturgical forces would not have gathered in Jinan to produce battle after battle. Tahitian Villa is still peaceful and peaceful, the mirror room will not sink, many people will not die under the Hongjialou church, the peace of the Sakura Villa will not be broken, and the whip alley will also ...... I had great doubts about my abilities, and my shoulders felt like a boulder weighing a thousand pounds, making it impossible for me to stand up.

Tu Laosan's eyes, which had been closed, opened again, staring at me without blinking, and gave me a silent rebuke.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I let out a long sigh.

Only by dying can we make up for these people who have died, and apologize to them and the ancestors of the Xia clan.

"I will give everyone an explanation, do not live, do not shirk, and use this life to wash away the innocence of the Xia family. "I put my hands on the ground and struggled to stand up.

"Hey, Mr. Xia, you calm down, wait!" Zhang Quanzhong also became agitated, and his voice became louder and louder.

I waved my hand at him: "Don't wait, I already know the source of all bad luck." When I die, everything will be calm and calm, history and society will operate normally, and no one will die because of this. It takes a huge price to change history, it will take thousands of lives, and I can't bear this great sin, so let's stop there...... The killing will only stop if I stop first. ”

Zhang Quanzhong was shocked: "What are you talking about? I don't understand. ”

I smiled miserably, it didn't matter if he understood or not, because he belonged to the current world, and no matter what he did, he couldn't change the future.

There are knives on the ground, and even if there are no bloody knives, as long as I walk out of the gate, the "dragon head" will naturally fall and cut me into two pieces.

"Goodbye—" I raised my hands to the approaching night sky.

"Mr. Xia, don't mess around!" Zhang Quanzhong shouted.

I walked forward and walked straight to the gate, with only the word "death" in my heart.

"Alas......" was another sigh, ringing softly behind me.

I hesitated, paused, and moved on.

"Only the most useless people will choose to kill themselves, if you are really a descendant of the Xia family, the more difficult you face, the more you must face it positively, and drill a way out of the desperate situation. Just died like this, are you worthy of heaven, earth, king, relatives, and teachers? Are you worthy of the ancestors who have preserved this bloodline with great difficulty?" It was not the sigher who spoke, but the second man who was late.

I stopped and stood silently.

Tu Lao Er walked to my side, his feet staggering, and his wheezing was a little heavy.

At this moment, we are still ten steps from the gate. There is no doubt that to walk through is to die.

"I don't want to persuade you, good words can't persuade damn ghosts. However, do you know? Now that the Japanese devils have stirred up the city of Jinan like a muddy pond, the common people are looking forward to the capable people to take action to destroy the devils and avenge the dead Jinan people. If you want to die, then go out and kill a few more devils, and then die under their guns, at least give the people a sigh of relief, and let the old and young masters give you a thumbs up. Just died, like the land lord let out a fart, it didn't make a sound, is it still a man?" he said.

He was also covered in mud, his eyes were squinted, and he didn't wake up, but there was no blood on his body, and he safely broke through the prohibition of the "Eight Gates are Dead" array.

My heart is still full of sorrow and I can't agree with him.

The Sino-Japanese War was a protracted affair that ended with the atomic bombs dropped by the United States on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, not our anti-Japanese actions.

"How many devils do you have to kill to be worthy of the people who died here?" I muttered.

At this moment, my heart seemed to be seized by some kind of painful atmosphere, and I couldn't break free, so I insisted on begging for death.

"Kill them all. Tu Lao Er said coldly, "If you kill all the devils, you will avenge all the Chinese." ”

"That's impossible. I shook my head.

"Then you will die, you will die soon, we will go back early to rest, get up the next morning, and continue to kill devils. Tu Lao Er sneered, and then shouted to Zhang Quanzhong, "Mr. Zhang, I really have no choice, I didn't do anything, and I took the third child's life." Now, I'll get out of the way, and that's all for tonight. ”

He did what he said, and quickly retreated.

I turned to look at him, and he had reached the narrow clearing between the Westinghouse and the Northroom, from where he must have just gotten up.

"Tu Er, don't worry, hurry up and bring Mr. Xia out, even if I beg you, brother. Zhang Quanzhong shouted.

I was just about to open my mouth when I felt a pain in the back of my neck, as if I had been bitten by a small worm. When I raised my hand to touch it, it was a thin needle the length of a toothpick.

"Mr. Xia, you have emotional problems, this needle can help you calm your emotions, offended. Zhang Quanzhong said.

The stinging pain on the large vertebral point quickly spread throughout my body, and I was shocked in my heart, and I instantly broke free from my chaotic thoughts.

"Someone is plotting against me?" I immediately woke up, knowing that someone was performing a hypnotic spell on me in the shadows, leading me to the guillotine.

"Come here!" beckoned to me.

I remained silent and walked slowly towards him.

Before Zhang Quanzhong appeared, I had already checked the courtyard, and only me and the person who was killed were still alive, and there were no other living mouths.

"Alas, you donkey, lead and go backwards...... Let's go, let's go!" Tu Lao Er stretched out his right hand and grabbed my left wrist.

Then I felt very strange, like stepping into a swamp, my feet became softer and softer, and finally they turned into mud, which could not support my weight at all, and my feet suddenly sank.

The swamp was unfathomable, and when my eyes were level with the ground, I knew that nine-tenths of my body was already in the ground, and soon it would be completely sunk into the dirt.

"Don't panic, the submersible technique will never fail, as long as you dive deep enough, the farther away from the boundary of the Qimen Dunjia formation, you will definitely go unimpeded. The third child underestimated the enemy, and this is what happened. Now, you follow me, although rest assured......" The second child was talking, but soon we were completely immersed in the dirt, and there was nothing to see in front of us.

The Five Elements Retreat Technique cannot be explained by modern physical theories, because metal, wood, water, fire, and earth are all tangible and qualitative things, and in order to integrate the human body with them, there must be a complex process of material transformation in the middle.

Like now, I feel like I'm sinking to the bottom of the swamp, my ears can't hear, my eyes can't see, my mouth can't speak, and just acting on instinct and trust in Tu Lao Er is tantamount to putting my life in his hands.

I don't know how long it sank, but during that time I felt like I had crossed a cold dark river from top to bottom, and my whole body was soaked, and it was bitterly cold from the inside out. On other occasions, I thought I must have strayed into the spring, and a large jet of water appeared under my feet with such a strong impact that it almost washed me down. Later, the soles of my feet shook, and I had reached the end of my sinking.

Under the tug of Tu Lao Er, I headed to the left, already feeling the dawn of victory.

During the whole process, I didn't feel any resistance from the dirt, and I moved easily and got out of the "all eight doors are dead" formation.

"Mr. Zhang said that he wants me to contribute the thaumaturgy of the Tujia family and teach you how to use it. You have disappointed me, I have not even had the slightest concentration, and I have easily been seduced by the enemy, and have become strange and unrestrained. Can I teach you the 'Trick of Stealing' to someone like you? What's the use of you learning it?

I shook my head: "I'm not a coward. ”

Tu Lao Er laughed: "Is it a coward, leading troops to fight has the final say." However, I will never teach the Tujia 'submersible technique', so as not to fall into the prestige of the Tujia family. He said.