Lu Heng smiled: "Actually, it's okay, the place outside the law is similar to here." The two of them continued to move forward, and suddenly a house made of green bamboo appeared in the mist. Dogs are used to guard the door, but cats are used in this household.

The cat was snow-white, with a pair of copper bell-like eyes that were emerald green. It screamed softly, and ran into the house, as if to inform its master.

A voice came: "Come in, two." ”

The two looked at each other and pushed the door open. This is a simple study, with a bird stand hanging on the beam, and a colorful parrot tilts its head and cries out: "There is a guest!

A thin black-clothed old monk was crouching beside the desk and writing hard. In front of him was a pile of papers, and there was dense small print on them. There were also dozens of copper coins pressed on the paper.

Ji Qing asked, "Are you the 'sick tiger'?"

The monk didn't raise his head: "Hmm." Ji Qing, I made a bet with someone else. If you don't come to avenge Lao Huang, I will lose. ”

Ji Qing sneered: "You win, but it's useless." Because I'm going to kill you right away. ”

The monk grabbed two copper coins from the table and put them in his arms, and said as he wrote, "Don't worry. Do you know why Lao Huang committed suicide?"

Ji Qing said hatefully: "It's not you who hurt it?"

"It's not. The monk shook off his aching hand and put the brush down for the time being. "He chose it himself. ”

This is when he raised his head, and suddenly revealed two sword-like gazes. It is as cold as ice, as hard as steel, and contains formidable power.

Ji Qing shuddered, and sweat suddenly oozed from the hand holding the dagger.

The old monk smiled: "Don't be nervous, I don't know martial arts." You can kill me at any time after you hear me.

I told Lao Huang: After the task is completed, I will give him a piece of paper and write a name. Of course, you will do the same.

If two names are the same, then the person can survive. If it's different, you'll all die. He knew that you would definitely write about him, so he didn't want to give you a chance, so he killed himself. ”

Ji Qing's tears came down.

Lao Huang treats her like a daughter, and because she can't see with her eyes, this feeling is more pure. Although they are only a pimp and a prostitute, their relationship is not polluted in the slightest.

Sick Tiger continued, "What does this prove? Lao Huang fought with his life to protect you, and he never wanted you to die here. ”

He looked around: "Ji Qing, Ji Qing." It's easy to kill me, but it's hard to leave the island. Are you sure you want to live up to Lao Huang's last wish?"

Ji Qing raised the dagger, but her hands were shaking.

The "sick tiger" began to write again, and did not look at her again.

Finally, Ji Qing threw away the dagger, hid her face and cried, and ran out of the door.

There were only two people left in the room.

"Sick Tiger" looked at Lu Heng, and suddenly said, "Please take a seat." ”

Lu Heng sat down and asked, "The names of the Buddhists are all selected from the twelve characters of 'Vast Wisdom, Enlightenment, and Truthfulness', why do you call it 'Sick Tiger'?"

The old monk said: "The tiger has a murderous heart, but one day it suddenly believes in the Buddha and yearns for mercy." The bloodthirsty nature and the faith in compassion are at war within, and it is sick. That's why it's called a sick tiger. ”

He stopped his pen and said with blazing eyes: "I named myself Sick Tiger to remind myself not to forget to treat the disease." Lu Heng, I've been waiting for you for many years, and you're finally here. ”

Lu Heng said: "Well, what are you looking for me for?"

"You need help. And I can help you. The Sick Tiger Monk narrowed his eyes, "You want to have a heart, right?"

"Not bad. Lu Heng nodded.

"But you haven't found it yet. I'm telling you, you'll never find it. ”

A fleeting hint of uneasiness appeared on Lu Heng's face, and he shook his head and said, "You are wrong, I have already recovered some of it." I'll make it up slowly in the future. ”

"That's not your heart. The sick tiger monk shook his head. "It's just a projection of the girl and the puppy in your soul. You imitate them, thinking you know love and mercy, but none of this is true. Just leave them and you'll be as cold-blooded as ever. ”

"Then I'll be with them. ”

"Then why are you here? You know you're going to kill them. So it can only be separated. You are destined to not get any emotion, it is your destiny. ”

Lu Heng thought of the scene when he opened his golden pupils, and suddenly felt uncomfortable with an empty chest.

The sick tiger monk suddenly said excitedly: "But I can help you create another heart! You will no longer be confused, and you will not hesitate." When that heart is in your chest, you will be invincible. ”

"What should I do?"

"Kill someone. A definite opponent. You use the sword, he makes the sword, you have no heart, the man has affection, you are destined to be the enemy, you can only survive by destroying the other. His blood is the key to making your heart. ”

Lu Heng's pupils burned with an invisible flame: "I've seen him, a one-armed swordsman. But I'm not sure I can kill him right now. ”

The sick tiger monk smiled: "It's okay, it's not urgent now." First of all, you have to increase your odds. He wrote a note and handed it to Lu Heng.

"Take it, and the secret is hidden in the body of the Leshan Giant Buddha in Sichuan. You go there and find a guy called 'Mayfly' and he will teach you how to do it. ”

Lu Heng took the note and put it in his arms, turned around and left.

When he walked away, the parrot on the beam of the house suddenly vibrated its wings and screamed. The sick tiger monk glanced at it and asked, "What do you want to say?"

The parrot, of course, will not answer.

The monk's whole body suddenly twitched violently, his mouth opened wide, his eyes rolled, and his face almost turned blue. After a moment, he stiffened his neck and replied to himself in a different tone: "What do I want to say, you don't know?"

The voice was sharp and high-pitched, like the chirping of an angry owl.

After saying this, he changed back to his original appearance again and said, "You are just scolding me for being vicious." But those who achieve great things are not informal, this person is the reincarnation of 'the lack of stars in the earth', a natural emperor. Only with his abilities can I display my talents!"

The sick tiger monk asked himself questions and answered, as if he was playing two completely different people. If it were in the eyes of others, they would think he was crazy. But he himself was engrossed and completely immersed in the conversation.

"You monk who lacks virtue, I think this person will definitely break the curse of fate! Do you dare to bet with me again?"

"Hmph, you've already lost your whole body to me, what else are you betting?"

"My existence. If I lose this time, I will die in my heart, and then you can do whatever you want. ”

"Good. The sick tiger monk sneered gloomily. "The game begins. ”