"You are truly one of the strongest of those forgotten. No one in the court dared to hire you, probably because you betrayed your master for glory. I don't know if you've regretted it all these years.

Ning Que wiped the cold rain on his face and looked at the dying old man. "Since you've been forgotten by the world, I don't think it would be too much trouble to kill you. Besides, I've been accepted into the academy, so killing you, like flowers and doves, is an integral part of the celebration.

Chen Zixian's old and frail eyes were full of confusion, and he said in a low voice, "Please hurry up and finish it for me."

"It's still early, you poor apprentice needs more time to complete the order today."

Ning Que glanced at the sky where dark clouds were shrouded in the rain curtain and the sun was gone. However, he knew he still had a lot of time. He whispered, "It's for my enjoyment." You've pained me all these years, so you shouldn't expect to die anytime soon.

"I have a poem to read to you," he said calmly, looking at the old man in the firewood with a blank expression. "I'm from the mountains. I am from the territory of the Yan Kingdom in the grassland. I'm from the General's Mansion. I have come to take your life.

Hearing the word General's Mansion, Chen Zixian's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, and his face gradually became relieved as his trembling hands subconsciously gestured in the wet wood. He stared at Ning Que's childish face, and said in a trembling voice, "So, that's the way it is. So... The general's son is still alive. You... You said... You have been accepted into the college. That's great... It's really good. I've lived such a tired life all these years... Before I died, I knew that the general's son was still alive...... And live a good life... I can really rest in peace.

"Who doesn't get tired of life?" Ning Que looked down at the depression formed by the rain hitting the ground, and said in a low voice: "I want to learn calligraphy, math Olympiad, piano, and painting." I had to sit on the back seat of my mother's bike every weekend and run around, and I finally became more familiar with the Children's Palace than with my own home. Am I not tired?

Chen Zixian did not understand this conversation. He clutched at the bleeding wound and shook his head in pain.

Ning Que raised his head, stared at his expressionless face and said, "Despite all the hard work, there are still some masters. Those who have studied Olympiad math will not have problems with such exam questions as to the point that they will feel that these are stupid questions. They'll be smarter than me anyway, even if I've worked hard all my life.

"For no reason, I came to such a terrible place and lived in the General's Mansion for several years. It's just because of people like you, not only are my good days gone, everyone I know is dead. My father and mother died. I was only four years old that year, but I had to start thinking about annoying questions about my life and death. How can I not get tired?

It was the first time he held a helicopter when he was four years old, and that year, he killed the first person in his life. When he saw the black blood water flowing from the blades of the kitchen knife to his fingers gradually thickening and solidifying, he realized that chocolate fondue was actually a disgusting food. After the killing, he tried to wash his hands several times, but the smell of blood and rust from kitchen knives seemed to linger on his hands. These scents have been with him for the past twelve years.

He held his right hand in the rain and let it wash his hand, but he felt that he would never be able to wash the thick blood between his fingers. His face turned pale and he said, "I had never killed anyone before, but now I find it easier to kill than to do exam questions." I'm not married yet, but I need to drag a child with me across the Minshan Mountains. Every time I meet someone, I always worry that he has the intention of killing me and snatching the child to marry his wife. Do you think I'm not tired?

"You're the one who makes me feel so tired. Therefore, I need to kill all of you in order to feel more relaxed. It is only when the blood comes out of your whole body that I can feel my hands clean. You might think it's a cold-blooded revenge, but sometimes, I feel the need to clean my hands.

Ning Que stared at the dying old man and said, "I will use your blood to wash the blood on my hands."

After speaking, he squatted down and picked up the kitchen knife beside the old man. He looked at the old man and added, "As for whether you can die peacefully, you can ask the people you killed in the General's Mansion when you arrived in the Underworld. However, I believe that a useless person like you, who has wasted his life singing the praises of his loyalty and believing that going through suffering is a way to repay his evil deeds, can never die peacefully.

Then he whispered in the old man's ear, then he raised the helicopter and slashed the old man in the neck like an experienced lumberjack. The old man's neck was chopped off. Then he stood up and picked up a bamboo rain hat from the yard, which was already filled with rainwater. He put on his hat, pushed open the courtyard door and walked out.

The rain was still falling in the yard, and the sound of the steel structure was still being heard. However, no one outside the woodshed was cutting the pile of wood, and the kitchen knife got stuck in the old man's neck.

Chen Zixian, the former deputy general of Xuanwei, is now a miserable blacksmith in Chang'an, the eastern city. He stared at the sky and watched the rain fall from the sky. The cold expression in his eyes suddenly darkened. In any case, he couldn't close his eyes and let the raindrops fall into his eyes, washing away all the remaining blood.

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Under the big black umbrella outside the poor man's alley, Sang Sang stared at the alley silently. From the beginning to the present, she has not changed her posture. She stood in place and waited in a pair of small, torn shoes. The rain grew heavier, wetting her hair and left shoulder, but she didn't move an inch. She didn't flinch and hid in the shelter either.

There was no one in the alley, but footsteps could be heard. She turned around and saw Ning Que coming out of the west side of an alley with a bamboo rain hat on his head. In the shadow of the hat, his face was very pale. She hurried over to shelter him with an umbrella, and they quickly left the area before anyone noticed.

The second name on the oil paper, Chen Zixian, was finally removed today. He was one of the direct perpetrators of the massacre at the General's Palace. However, Ning Que didn't look too good, and they returned to the old brush shop on Lin Forty-seventh Street. After wiping the rain off his face, he went straight to bed without washing his feet.

In the past few days, he has endured a lot of hardships in the old library. Both his mental and physical strength have reached their limits. Moreover, he was going to kill that person in the rain today, which made his mental power even more depleted. So, when he was finally able to relax, after getting a slight chill in the spring rain, he couldn't help but fall on the bed like a sack.

He couldn't feel any warmth from his slightly cold body, even though Sangsang had covered him with two layers of blankets. He stared blankly at the ceiling, which was covered with many papers, and muttered, "Do you know why I entered the academy?" Do you know why I risked my life to stay in the old library? Do you know why I worked so hard to step into that world?

Sangsang squatted in the doorway, busy cooking him ginger soup, so she didn't pay much attention to his muttering that would happen every year and a half. She also didn't have time to answer all his pointless questions.

Ning Que turned over with difficulty and looked at the small figure squatting at the door. He was silent for a long time before he smiled softly and said, "These questions are indeed stupid. Of course, you know why... But others don't know. To say that the reason I took all this action was because I liked it would be the weakest reason ever. Killing an censor and an old blacksmith is already tiring for me. If I were who I am now, the mighty me is equipped with three blades...... How can I kill Xiahou and the crown prince?