The sun is already a little westerly, and the city is bustling and lively. A person is wrapped in the crowd, busy people are running for their own lives, the proprietor standing in front of the shop is trying his best to attract customers, and the stall vendor is shouting loudly for what is sold. Someone kept stopping and bargaining.

Everyone has their own life, noisy and peaceful. Shi Jingtian was suddenly a little dazed, a year had passed since the killing in Del City, and many people had forgotten it. In the midst of this crowd, the catastrophe may have killed one of their loved ones, but the wounds are gradually healing, should they be torn open again? I really don't know who to ask, or whether to ask!

Sitting at the door of an ordinary teahouse, looking at the crowded crowd and his colorful faces, Shi Jingtian unknowingly spent the whole afternoon there.

It was getting late, and I returned to the inn where the heavy armor was kept, and I didn't eat anything, and I couldn't sleep on the bed, so I had to stand up and look out the window, and the starlight in the sky blinked, as if I was laughing at something! Distress, helplessness, loneliness, and confusion were intertwined in my heart.

opened the wooden window, jumped down, stretched out the beam with one hand in mid-air, and the person had quietly landed from the third floor. Ignoring the surprised eyes of the pedestrians on the street, Shi Jingtian walked towards a tavern opposite.

Wine can't extinguish sorrow, Shi Jingtian knows it in his heart, but he likes that kind of spicy, straight and crisp straight into the heart. Carrying two wine jars, he was drunk in the night step by step.

With nowhere to go, after a few days of lively streets, I unconsciously came to the place that looked like a slum, where the crippled killer Mo Yan lived.

Shi Jingtian somewhat understood why he would tell the truth to Mo Yan, not only because he hoped to learn some news. Instead, he feels that he has too many similarities with himself, whether he is right or wrong, or what he has done, he is desperate for some goals or ideals.

Both of them failed, Mo Yan was crippled, and he had no attachment to himself. Losing the right to hold the golden gun to become a master, and losing the person you love the most, is somewhat sympathetic.

walked to the dilapidated wooden house where Mo Yan lived, and saw Mo Yan sitting quietly leaning against the door frame, his face was not as dirty as when he first saw him, in fact, he was also thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his high cheekbones looked even thinner.

A hand rested on the head of the black wolf beside him, and the weak palm stroked it one by one. The black wolf obediently lay beside him, licking it with his tongue from time to time.

"I knew you were coming!" Mo Yan glanced at Shi Jingtian, who was walking slowly.

"Why?"

"You're struggling with who the murderer in Del City is!"

"Indeed!" Shi Jingtian nodded and came to Mo Yan's side.

"I know, it's because I'm just like you. I used to torture myself day and night for the blood stained on my hands, and even if my limbs were crippled, I couldn't make myself feel better. Mo Yan still didn't look up, but just put his drooping palm in front of his eyes.

"Do you mean that the murderer of the disaster in Del City is really me?" Shi Jingtian's heart couldn't help but sink.

"A lot of people say that, but no one is sure, after all, no one has seen it with their own eyes, and it is possible to determine anything from a blurry portrait. Those who had seen that demon with their own eyes had already been frightened, and even if the real murderer stood in front of them, they would not be able to tell whether it was true or not!"

"I just hope it's not me!"

"Don't you know what you've done yourself?" Mo Yan finally raised his head and looked at Shi Jingtian. I feel that he is blurry in the dark.

"I sometimes lose my mind because I'm angry, so I don't really know. “

"Yes and no, not what?"

Shi Jingtian was incomprehensible for a while, looking at Mo Yan and not knowing how to answer.

"Hehe, I've brought wine! You know, I haven't drunk it for a long time!

After all, he was the one who abolished Mo Yan with his own hands, but he didn't seem to blame himself at all. I don't know what he thinks of the blood on his hands after letting go of the obsession in his heart.

Shi Jingtian slowly came to Mo Yan's side, also sat on the ground, and handed Mo Yan a jar of wine. I really wanted to hear what he had to say.

The crippled hands could not lift the wine jar, and only two arms were tightly clamped, and the wine flowed down the corners of his mouth.

"What do you mean by yes and no?" Shi Jingtian asked with a frown.

"Then let me ask you, if it was really you who did it, what do you want to do?" Mo Yan put down the wine jar and looked at him with a smile, as if he already had the answer in his heart.

What should I do? Shi was stunned for a moment, yes, what should I do? If I really did it myself, then I would be a demon who was indignant by all people, and what face would I have to live in the world.

"Did you think of death!" Mo Yan saw that Shi's eyes began to glaze, and he seemed to have understood his thoughts, "It's strange that I can know your thoughts? Actually, like you, I know what you're thinking." And that's thanks to you!"

"Thanks to me for what?" Shi was puzzled.

"Thanks to you, you have wasted my hands and feet, and I have no hope of practicing martial arts. got out of the obsession in my heart. In fact, I really don't blame you for this kind of begging on the street!" Mo Yan laboriously picked up the wine jar and poured a few more sips.

There is no joy and no worries, and he is content with his current life, even if he is crippled. Shi Jingtian really didn't understand how to change from a proud person with golden guns and armor to a beggar begging on the street.

"Since you left, I knew you would come back, I've been sitting here and waiting for you for a long time, why don't we have a good chat! I have a lot of doubts about you, but let's start with me!"

Shi Jingtian nodded, he also wanted to know what happened to Mo Yan, wondering how he could become so calm in the face of everything.

"That day, I remember very clearly, after you and Li Siguang left, I wanted to lie on the ground and rest for a while, and then insist on returning to Del City. With the golden gun and golden armor, I can buy high-quality medicinal materials and find the best doctor to treat my wounds, as long as there is an elixir for the wound with broken bones and tendons, it is not incurable. “

"But after a while, a group of mercenaries came. They wounded the black wolf, took the golden gun and armor, and threw me alone on the side of the road. At that time, I knew that all this was retribution!" Mo Yan sighed, perhaps only when he was about to die would he recall what he had done in his life.

"And then?"

"Later, when I was about to die, a father and daughter came. They also fled from other places, and they were very poor and hungry. But he still gave me the only food and drink, and took care of me all the time! But not long after, the girl's father died of illness!"

"That little girl is the one who saved you!" Shi Jingtian remembered the cute little girl he saw at noon who was jumping up and down when she walked.

"Well, the kindness of father and daughter has changed me a lot, no matter what I have done before, I will work hard to take care of that little girl in the future, so that she can grow up happily and go to school, this is also his father's wish!"

Speaking of this, Mo Yan seemed to have tears in his eyes, looking up at the deep sky, perhaps praying that kind people in the other world would also be happy.

"It's not just about taking care of Nizi and letting her go to school. I also want to do my best, even if it's just begging on the streets every day, to help more people in need. So I never thought about death, for I was just an escape! It cannot be recovered, but it must be redeemed!"

Shi Jingtian nodded silently, when his hands were covered with blood, death could not make everything happen again, he could only try his best to make up for something in order to gradually give some relief to the blinded heart.

"I don't know who you really are, whether it's the Demon Venerable Nameless or the stone in your mouth. But what I want to say is that no matter whether or not you have blood on your hands before, you should do your best to help others, and not redeem or even die because of your own fault! What's the point of you asking the already dull murderer of Del City?"

Shi Jingtian fell into deep contemplation, and the perception of a killer seemed to make him understand a lot. In order to save Qin'er, he has also injured many people. That's not justice, before he knew the Green Goblin conspiracy, it was just his own selfish desires that made him desperate to go to the Sword Pavilion.

Even if the murderer of Del City is not himself, he shouldn't do something! Just like Mo Yan said, don't wait for what you have committed to think about what you have to make up! Then start by learning magic to restrain the nameless resentment in your body!