The immortal child who had just been devastated by the leader had not yet finished impacting the cognition of everyone present, and a flying sword fluttering in the sky cut off the head of the previously invincible leader like cutting tofu.

The short knife in the leader's hand did not do as he normally wished, and lay on the mound not far away, the blood-drenched spear and the dust mixed together, and squeezed into the spear into a dirty mud.

The leader's burly and sturdy headless corpse fell to the ground, and the wind stirred up with countless fine dust debris in the air and then dissipated, and the head that was still smiling seemed to roll to the feet of a man, who looked down in a daze, as if the leader was sneering at him, and the inexplicable and strange laugh made him shudder, until the hot blood sprayed his face.

The strings, which had been stretched to the limit, broke in another vigorous pull, and like an overwhelmed camel, it collapsed as the last straw topped the hump.

The smell of feces and urine came from everyone's body, permeating the not very large field, filling the tips of everyone's noses and mouths, no one made a sound, and even the saliva that had accumulated in their mouths for a long time forgot to swallow their lower abdomen. The breath of death was oppressing, and finally some people were so frightened that they sat down on the ground, and some people were so frightened that they didn't dare to move. God knows, this time it was the gods who provoked it, or the heirs of which big demon they offended.

They are outcasts, living a life on the tip of a sword, sometimes their heads are hot, they will forget life and death, they will not be afraid of death, and they will raise the blade in their hands to kill those defenseless and lonely. Maybe sometimes you will encounter the kind of warrior who knows how to punch and kick, but with the number of people and the invincible leader, you can still live comfortably with a few people. When others die, what does it have to do with themselves? If there are fewer people, you can get more benefits. Therefore, they think that they are not afraid of death, and they die without family care.

However, the near-crushing means destroyed their cognition. The rogue who was full of sin on his hands could not help despairing, and even the almost invincible leader had his head cut off, how could he survive as a bastard who was waiting for death? They were not afraid of death, but they were afraid of being killed by this devastating ferocity.

Finally, someone enlightened, and the rogue, who had just been thrown by the leader to the child, got up in a panic, knelt deep on the ground, and kept smashing the fleshy head to the ground, desperately making the sound of the head smashing the flesh and blood to show his sincerity, and kept muttering in his mouth,

"Immortals spare their lives, immortals spare their lives. ”

The flesh and blood on his forehead were cut by fine stones, and his bones were vaguely exposed, and he kept repeating the action of squeezing his head into the stone and soil. Seeing this, the others thought that this method was very feasible and followed suit, and the venue suddenly became noisy, and the trembling voices in their mouths were rubbed together with the sound of their heads constantly hitting the ground, and it was very chaotic, and it was not long before there were pits mixed with flesh and earth under everyone's body.

The sound of the sword being pulled up from the ground is very thorough, like an early warbler crying while the early spring is warm, like a clear spring taking advantage of the twilight winter to seal the dingdong, but no one knows when the owner of the sword came here, when he walked to the sword's side, a cadre of people trembled, stopped the bow action that just refused to rest, lowered his head more and more, and did not even have the courage to look up, sweat beads mixed with tears mixed with blood beads wiped his face and hung into blood lines to the ground, converging into mud and mud. The blurred flesh and blood on his forehead seeped into his eyes, and he didn't dare to reach out and wipe it off.

In everyone's sight, only a pair of clean pale black boots could be seen. In everyone's ears, only a flat, slightly indifferent voice could be heard.

It is shocking to see and heartbreaking to hear.

"The deserter is just a deserter, and he is willing to fight and degenerate into a rogue. If you kill others, others will kill you. ”

Listening to the breezy voice, listening to the words that were extremely familiar with their past, everyone and the strength to support their bodies were invisible, as if they had lost their three souls and seven spirits and the bones on their bodies, they fell to the ground. But everyone didn't want to die, they were afraid of death, and they were still struggling, arguing: "Immortals, immortals, we are really desperate to do this, and we have to do it as a last resort in order to survive. ”

Before the speaker could say anything, another head rolled, and another headless corpse slammed to the ground, and there was a terrifying sound of blood gushing like a fountain. The rest of the people were already frightened, trembling, crying bitterly, repenting, forgetting how to resist, and only silently praying in their hearts that the person in front of them would spare their lives.

Some people can't bear the great fear and anxiety, and they vomit heavily, spitting out undigested food in their stomachs, spitting out foul blood, and there is no sign of stopping.

Time seems to be extraordinarily long, or the countless fantasies that fly by in everyone's mind, countless pasts, centuries, and vicissitudes.

"Repentance? ”

Another sword ended the life of the man who vomited and was in agony.

Yes, why, why should you give the most heinous people repentance? Who can give those who died innocently and vainly a chance to be reborn?

Those whom you kill want to live, and you don't give them a chance. If you want to live, you will not be given a chance.

Even if you live, what can you do?

Heaven does not make beauty, and the person who holds the sword will not be beautiful either.

Leisurely walking, someone swung a sword, every sword passed, it was a warm corpse planted on the ground, and the rest of the kneeling people did not move, as if they acquiesced to their own death, and could not escape for their lives, trembling and despairing, listening to the footsteps and the sound of swinging the sword slowly approaching.

The last person lost his life in the constant muttering of "spare his life", so far, this team has long been unknown how many deserters have done all the good things, dead cleanly, no one will collect the corpses for them, maybe they have long thought of this result, the violent corpse wilderness, become the belly of wild dogs, flies and maggots. The rocks were piled up, a dead wolf lay quietly, both eyeballs were shriveled because they had lost their vitality, the blood coagulated and oxidized to ink, and under the scorching sun, the smell of rancid smell was emanating, attracting a lot of insects and flies, buzzing and flapping their wings, which was disturbing to hear

Suddenly, a fly smelled a sweeter fishy smell and found the source of the smell with its keen sense of smell. Those were two corpses of the rogue who had not yet stiffened, and they had just been sent outside by the leader of the rogue to let the wind out. At this moment, the two of them were nailed to the rock by the rusty weapons in their hands through their chests, their mouths opened into a terrifying opening, and the indescribable fear in their eyes was clearly visible. The blood had turned black and was flowing slowly along the rock wall, but it was flowing more and more slowly until it ran out.

The fly happily flipped its head in the air, and then flew over without hesitation, after all, fresh food was so rare that it didn't look like it was going to share it with the rest of its companions.

Just before it was about to touch, the sound of the fly's wings flapping could not help but be louder, and the speed seemed to be faster. Suddenly, the corpse's head tilted, and a sticky stream of blood spilled down, enveloping the nearby fly, wetting the fly's wings, blocking the fly's mouthparts, and knocking the fly to the ground and mixing with the ground.

The flies struggled as hard as they could, panicked, but in vain. The thick blood was quickly dried by the scorching sun, leaving a stiff scab, leaving a fly that had been quietly suffocated to death, no one noticed, no fly noticed.

Until a second fly found the two fresh corpses, and rushed over desperately, wanting to taste the freshness that had not been seen for a long time. Later, the third, the fourth...... No fly paid attention to the first fly that died, only the food that filled his stomach in front of him.

The child had a very beautiful dream, he dreamed of a kind family, he dreamed of a harmonious neighbor, he dreamed of no strife, he dreamed of no killing, he dreamed of the dog who died for himself, he was licking his clean face with his big tongue out, it was so beautiful, laughing, and worry-free.

Is it my own death, if the world after death is like this, it is good to die.

Confused, he lifted his heavy eyelids, stabbed by the sun, squinted into a fine line, and vaguely saw a figure shaking.

"Am I dead?" asked the child.

"It's good to be alive, to be alive. The child heard a simple answer.

The inexplicable comfort was a feeling completely different from that of the leader of the Liukou, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he fainted again.

The rare good weather has finally passed, and the peaceful time is always fast, and the sun has stolen a few steps and set step by step.

As night fell, there were the wailing of vultures from time to time, the howling of wild dogs, the sound of iron armor being dragged and colliding from time to time, and the terrifying sound of skeletal muscles being gnawed.

The three-foot sword was placed horizontally on the cross-legged legs, slowly wiping the sword body, the burning fire made a crackling sound of firewood, and the dry hot fire shone on the handsome face of the sword bearer, calm as water and an ancient well without waves. From time to time, I glanced at the child who was bandaged by myself and couldn't see the appearance, and just said a word and then fainted, and let out a long breath, as if talking to himself and as if to say to the child.

"It's time to leave. ”