"Someday" is a dangerous word, and it has a more likely meaning of "never." This is especially true in this slum: parents always reassure their children that life will be better one day, and then comfort each other that the world will be better one day.

One day, it was the carrot in front of the donkey that could never be reached.

"Brother Xiang, one day Lao Tzu will definitely turn this place into a real Fushou Mountain!" This has been by Xiang Huaishan's side, like a second-rate child, his eyes are shining at this moment.

"Zhuang Yuntan, you have to remember this sentence. ”

Few people in the slums would think of choosing a name for themselves or their descendants, and they didn't even know who their ancestors were, and they didn't care about their origins. More often than not, Xiang Huaishan feels that the people in the slums are like pigs and dogs. But he felt that Zhuang Yuntan was different. That's why he asks his grandmother to give a good name to the pimp who has been messing with him. Zhuang is the surname of the Taoist ancestor, and Yun Tan means that there is a splendid treasure inside, and in general, this is an auspicious and elegant name. But when used on a broken skin, it is somewhat awkward.

"Don't worry, Grandma Xiang can call the shots for me!"

"Then you solve Lao Tzu's problem first, and let Lao Tzu enjoy the blessings. Xiang Huaishan shook the money bag in his hand, but in fact, there were only dozens of copper plates in it.

"Why don't we go to Wu Shu's kid's house?"

"It's good to go check it out. ”

"Okay, let's go. Wu Shu should be able to solve our problem. ”

"Wu Shu, that kid is not simple. The last time I saw him, I knew he wasn't the self-defeating boy he had since moved in. ”

"Better than you?"

"Sooner or later, he'll come to me for a fight. ”

The two splashes walked on the potholed black dirt road, and the skin on the soles of their feet was particularly dirty and rough due to the direct contact with the ground for a long time. It's almost a slave mark that can never be erased from the slum-born, and their feet will always be a little bigger and a little blacker. Xiang Huaishan was extremely disgusted by the slippery touch of his skin in contact with the earth, even though he had been coming and going like this for fourteen years.

Xiang Huaishan actually wanted to know why he also lived in the slums, and why Wu Shu was different. Looking at the dilapidated wooden house in front of him, he could smell the sun, even though the moss on the walls was more lush than the last time he had seen it.

The creeper climbed the eaves of the wall, and the brown stalks seemed to sprout veins from the ground. A few vines of purple morning glory growing on the fence of the small courtyard are dotted among them, making the whole house and small courtyard sway.

The people of the slums never grow flowers, because there is one flower that follows them with them, and that is the golden flower that has been transformed before their eyes because of hunger. Most people are in a frenzy to dispel this irritating and desperate "flower", let alone tear down a room to make way into a small courtyard several feet square. It was simply shocking, but silent. Because this is a slum.

Xiang Huaishan and Zhuang Yuntan stood in front of the fence decorated with various colors of morning glory, looking at the two half-hidden wooden doors under the cover of the creeper, looking at the wooden house that was so clean and fresh that it didn't seem to exist in this world, they finally knew why Wu Shu had a smell that made people very uncomfortable.

That smell is called hope. Something more exotic than garbage in the slums.

There is not even garbage in the slums, everything will be used to the extreme, and producing garbage is an extremely luxury. In their eyes, the only garbage is those who wander like lonely ghosts. Hope is an incomparably dangerous flame that burns the soul that has not yet dried up, and hope is an unforgettable bloodstain that stings the soul that has not yet lost its memory. Hopefully, the way forward here will not be clear, and it will only burn the people here like dry firewood. Because there were people who gave hope and led them into the abyss.

But this is the taste that I can't ask for in Huaishan.

I can't ask for it, that's why I want to destroy it.

Xiang Huaishan suddenly didn't want money, he wanted to let himself have this taste. The moment he climbed over the fence, he made up his mind. Even if he kowtows to Wu Shu and admits his mistakes, he will not hesitate to admit his mistakes. He returned the same way, knocked earnestly on the half-hidden wood door, and solemnly shouted to the quiet wooden house, "Come to Huaishan to meet you." ”

The green leaves reflect the white spots of sunlight shining down, like a sparkling green ocean. The morning glory on the fence was slightly bowed by the breeze, but it did not move towards the Huai Mountain, like a reef in the ocean.

Nothing but the slightest sound of wind.

"Come to Huaishan to pay your respects. ”

Zhuang Yuntan couldn't say a word. He remembered vaguely seeing Xiang Huaishan like this: serious and persistent. He once said to Huaishan that he should wear the best shoes and walk the widest road. That seriousness and persistence are the same as they are now.

Xiang Huaishan has found his way. But what about himself? For the first time, Zhuang Yuntan began to use his not-so-bright head in earnest.

"Come and see you at Huaishan!"

This time, even the rumors were gone. Xiang Huaishan bowed solemnly to the house, and gently pushed the door in.

Disorderly. There's clearly been a bit of scuffle here.

A table of eight immortals was upside down on the ground, and the remains of wooden stools were scattered around. The fragments of the dishes were scattered on the black ground, emitting a miserable white light, like the morning glory dotted on the fence outside the door, it looked like there was an eerie sense of tranquility and beauty, and with the few vegetable leaves that had been trampled on a few times, Xiang Huaishan felt that he might have accidentally stepped into a deep sea. At this time, the few green vegetable leaves floating on the black sea were like himself, lonely and dangerous. Those white porcelain shards seemed to swallow the foam in the sea of countless ships, and at this moment they actually became sharp, making his skin ach faintly.

This is a brawl with a huge disparity in strength. Judging from Xiang Huaishan's rich experience in fighting, perhaps the gap between the two sides is too great, and the location of those broken porcelains seems to be the weaker being teased, allowing him to throw all the dishes until there is nothing to throw away. Only then did they overturn the table, smash the wooden benches, and snatch people away like chickens.

Wu Shu's old mother is gone!

Xiang Huaishan didn't know who did it. That's the way it is in the slums, you have no idea where a cold poisonous snake lurks. They never hibernate, and their seemingly thin and delicate bodies are full of coldness and brutality. But the people of the slums never kill indiscriminately, although their consciousness comes and goes, sometimes awake and sometimes chaotic, but they instinctively reject killing. From the people who died in the slums in the past, you can feel the elaborate rituals presided over by the sages of the slums, and they are full of reverence for death from the depths of their souls.

There is only one situation when they kill people, and that is that this person will really cause great harm to the slums. This judgment is based on their inheritance from their souls and instincts, which is inexplicable and inexplicable, but incomparably accurate for thousands of years.

"Brother Xiang, let's run. I always feel panicked. ”

"I can't run. ”

"Huh?"

"I'll wait here. ”

"Ah?!Someone has obviously been killed here, and we're waiting for nothing to happen?"

"I wasn't sure when I came, but now I'm sure Wu Shu will definitely come back. I want to know his secrets. ”

"He won't think we did it, right? But it doesn't matter, where is he your opponent to Brother Xiang!"

Xiang Huaishan turned the table over, jumped up and sat in the middle, looking at the swaying flowers outside the door in a daze. The chaotic scene of chicken feathers did not disturb the tranquility of the house and the small courtyard.

"I'll definitely know Wu Shu's secret!"

Xiang Huaishan began to feel that the surrounding scenes were beginning to become colorful.

The blood-red mist slowly rolled in the darkness, and the appearance of teeth and claws seemed to be frantically torn by the power of the five elements from all directions. Occasionally, a few wisps burrowed into Wonzhen's nostrils, churning and churning in his stomach.

It was the blood-colored mist of rust peeling off the bars of the cell and shattering.

"Why is this rust so ...... Stinking. ”

"This prison will never rust. ”

"Oh?"

Wonzhen pointed to the mottled black-red solids on the fence. The "rusty" block was like a frightened mouse, and immediately rushed to the ground along the erected iron fence. Before he could finish it, it had already shattered into a blood-colored mist and struggled desperately, and within a few moments, the mist that had been torn into a thin veil slowly rose. Sheets of tulle shrouded the top, thousands of feet high.

"That's the red dust that has been stripped from these prisoners. ”

"So the red dust is this stinky smell?"

"Whatever you smell, it's what it smells. ”

Suddenly, a feeling of palpitations surged up from Yuan Zhen's heart, and he saw a black bead slowly emerge out of thin air in front of the prison envoy, and a circle of ripples spread, ripples everywhere, and the blood-pink mist remaining in the air was ignited one after another, emitting a white and green light, and then it was instantly sucked into the black bead. Not only the residual red dust gas, but also the surrounding space was collapsing towards the black orb. The prison envoy stretched out his dry bone-like hand and pinched the bead, and a cracking sound was heard, and the ripples stopped abruptly. The prison envoy stretched out his hand to take off the white gold coins hanging in front of Yuan Zhen, put his hands together and pressed them suddenly, and the entire prison space leaned slightly around him, and was slightly sent by a soft force, and everything returned to calm. He spread out his palm and looked at the stone bead, which had turned milky white and was completely dull and powerful, and shook his head regretfully.

The aftermath of palpitations lingered for a long time, choking Yuan Zhen's throat, and he couldn't say a word. The prison envoy was silent in this absolute silence, and as the stone bead gradually weathered, there was also Yuan Zhen's thoughts.

In the chaos of Yuan Zhen's thoughts, the prison envoy glanced at him, this glance was like lightning in the void, which made him wake up suddenly, but the intense pain that followed quickly swallowed his consciousness. Yuan Zhen just felt as if he was missing a part of his soul, but there was another thing in his brain.

"Since the Soul Purifier is dead, then you can make up for it. ”