Su Lin saw Cong Bingqing standing in front of a wooden sign, he stepped forward to take a look, and found that the wooden sign had the words "Fang Zongyu's Tomb" written on it.

"You stood it?" Su Lin asked.

Cong Bingqing shook his head: "It was set up by the female disciple of the Ant Immortal Sect, and they have known each other for a long time." ”

Su Lin didn't expect to reunite with Cong Bingqing so soon, but what was she doing here?

"We're sending those kids home, why are you here?" Su Lin asked.

"I want to see my heart." Cong Bingqing said expressionlessly, "I took Fang Zongyu here, and Fang Zongyu's parents were actually killed indirectly by me and Ziguang Zhenren, I am actually a murderer, but at that time, I was controlled by Ant Immortal Gong, so I want to see how I will feel when I return here now." ”

Su Lin understood that there are many people who have this kind of behavior when they are confused about their original intentions.

Just like the person who once aspired to be an astronaut when he was a child, he grew up to be an ordinary office worker, and sometimes he deliberately watched documentaries about the universe.

They don't want to see the vast universe, they just want to look into their own hearts and see if they have really become an aspiring office worker, or if they have to give up their childhood dreams because of life.

Su Lin also had such a time before the crossing, and the increasingly indifferent society made him lose the idea of righteousness and courage, but he often made an assumption to himself, if there were no false accusations and false accusations in the world, would he still be righteous and brave?

When the examining mind gives the answer he wants, he is satisfied.

"Do you feel anything?"

"No, I don't feel anything. I wondered if it was because no one remembered Fang Zongyu and their family, the reason why I didn't feel anything was probably because they didn't leave a trace, and I couldn't imagine what the consequences of what I did were. Cong Bingqing was still expressionless.

Now she looks like a philosopher.

"If it was me before cultivating immortals, I would definitely feel very guilty."

"You said before that if we met again, you would tell me why you wanted to be sane so much, and now you can make good on your promise." Su Lin said.

Cong Bingqing looked at Fang Zongyu's tomb plaque, quickly glanced at Su Lin, and said with a smile: "This cash is really fast, but in fact, there is no reason, when I first started cultivating immortals, I had a younger sister and a younger brother, biological, and then it was an old man who took us."

What happened in the middle of this was actually very simple, everyone was doing well, and while they were cultivating, Master went crazy, and my younger brothers and sisters and I had a very painful time, and then we killed Master together. It was a good time, and everyone was only slightly injured.

Then, we originally wanted to go home, but in the end we decided to continue to practice with the exercise cheats left by the master, and while we were cultivating, my brother went crazy, although he was crazy, but because my brother couldn't hurt anyone, I couldn't do it.

I locked him up in the cave, brought him food on time, and studied the secrets myself, trying to find the right way to cultivate so that I could help correct his distorted mind...... Of course I failed.

Then, my sister went crazy too, and I locked her up as well. ”

"That's it, I practice every day, I practice every day, I deliver food every day, my younger brothers and sisters are also very well-behaved, they don't make noise or make trouble, but they are crazy, and they say some nonsense, saying that if you continue to cultivate, you must cut off some parts of your body, but it is not written in that book.

About ten years, after ten years, I took care of them alone, and repeated those secrets every day, and gradually I felt that maybe there might be something wrong with my sanity, after all, my brother and sister said that they had to cut off those places and cut some meridians in the body in order to break through the realm.

I think maybe it's because they have cultivated the right path that they have the same sense, and I'm the one who has cultivated the fork. ”

"Except for saying things like self-harm, they were all very normal, they often persuaded me, they often comforted me.

My younger brother told me that it was actually me who was wrong, and that as long as I let them go, they would prove it to me.

My little sister said to me that I locked them up for ten years, but they didn't blame me at all, saying that as long as I cultivated for life, these ten years were nothing, but I had to let them go before they could break through the bottleneck. ”

Then I let them go, and I watched them cut a hole in their bodies with their knives, and I tried to stop them, but the younger brother said that he must not stop at the beginning, and then I watched him cut himself into blood with a knife, a knife.

Of course, he almost died, and I hung on to his life with a few pairs of herbs, and I didn't know what to do next. ”

Cong Bingqing paused and took a deep breath, as if to calm down.

"I originally thought that the younger brother and the younger sister were wrong, but after the younger sister checked the injury on the younger brother's back, she said that he had cut the flesh on her back crookedly, so it didn't work, and she asked me to help her with the knife.

I didn't want to agree, but she said that as long as she succeeded, she would be able to find a way to save her little brother.

I didn't know what to think at the time, but I agreed, and I still remember that I made three hundred and sixty-seven cuts on her back, and each one was cut with great precision as she commanded.

At that time, I was bent on success, so I didn't feel anything when I went under the knife, but my little sister also failed, and they were both dying in bed, and I hung their lives for half a year, and they all went, and when they died, their bodies were rotten and inhuman. ”

Cong Bingqing smiled bitterly and turned his head to look at Su Lin: "What do you guess I felt at that time?" ”

"It must be sad." Su Lin said that he understood very well, and he knew what it was like to lose his sister.

"Sad? No, I feel sorry for me, how ridiculous they are, to take their imaginary illusions as real, and even more pitiful to me, to repeatedly give them unrealistic hopes...... It's so sad to be real. Cong Bingqing shook his head. Exit the transcoding page, please download the latest chapters of the app.

Su Lin looked at the other party in surprise, he didn't expect the other party to give such an answer.

Cong Bingqing suddenly chuckled and raised his head again: "So I don't want to be like my little brother and little sister, if I also become like that, how pitiful the people who know me should be, obviously the real I have died, but they still treat me who has gone crazy tolerantly...... I can't stand it just thinking about it. ”

After she finished speaking, she looked sideways at Su Lin and said seriously: "If one day, the crazy me appears in front of you, then laugh at me loudly, then I only deserve to be ridiculed by you." ”

"Maybe I don't have that boring spirit."

After Su Lin finished speaking, he was silent for a long time, and suddenly remembered Fang Zongyu's diary, so he told the other party the last few diaries of Fang Zongyu.

"I think, after going mad, maybe he really likes you, do you feel anything now?" Su Lin was very curious about Cong Bingqing's next answer.

Cong Bingqing looked at Su Lin, blinked, and shook his head expressionlessly: "I don't have any feelings for that kid, he doesn't know me at all, and I never know him."

Although we have lived together for decades, in fact, he and I have been strangers from beginning to end, strangers who have never even met each other. ”

These words made Su Lin not know what to do.

He suddenly felt that Fang Zongyu was very pitiful, and the senior sister he loved in his heart did not have any feelings for him from beginning to end, and even denied the bits and pieces of those decades lightly.

The next day, it rained heavily.

Cong Bingqing didn't know when he left.

Su Lin was alone, with Fang Zongyu's diary and rattle, came to his tomb, and put the rattle and the stack of diaries in front of the wooden plaque.

Su Lin looked at the rain-soaked handwriting, and thought to himself that maybe Cong Bingqing was right, all this was just an illusory person loving another illusory person, and another illusory person taking care of that illusory person.

They never really met, so it wasn't really a beginning.