Many people do one thing that often has good results. With the help of the robbers, the knife, or rather the place where the knife was hidden, was quickly found.

A tavern, simple and ordinary, hiding alone in a clearing in the woods. It seems to be to escape the chaos and hustle and bustle of this world. Surrounded by dry forests, wolves roaring and tigers roaring, the night is gloomy, the wind and snow are dying, this love, this scene, anyone has to drink more, especially lonely people. It's just that this remote place, will anyone really visit it?

The tavern is not special, and if I have to say it, it seems lonely and desolate. It's just that three words were written on top of the wine. "The knife is here. ”

Inkknife approached the tavern and pushed the door open. There was a screeching sound at the door, as if excited, and finally someone was there.

The tavern was dilapidated and covered in cobwebs, except for a table in the center, in front of which sat a man dressed in white. He looked at the ink knife and smiled.

Seeing him, Modao frowned slightly. For the man in white, the ink knife always has a sense of powerlessness, although he has never really made a move, but the ink knife knows that he can't beat him, at least not with a broken knife.

"Drink. The man in white said. There was a lot of dust in the tavern, but not a single trace of it fell on him.

"Where's the knife. "Ink knife goes straight to the point.

"What knife?" the man in white looked surprised, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the ink knife.

"My knife. Modao said.

"Your knife, what's wrong with your knife?" the man in white laughed.

"Give it back to me. Mo Dao was displeased, he felt that the man in white was playing with himself, and his voice unconsciously raised a few points.

"Now it belongs to me. The man in white said, waving his hand, and a pitch-black broken knife fell from the roof and landed on the table. The handle of the knife trembled slightly.

Without further words, the knife appeared in a flash, the ink knife divided its feet differently, and made a force posture, and the next moment, a black afterimage flashed, and the ink knife was ready to grab the knife.

"Hey......" The man in white suddenly sighed softly, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was saying to the ink knife. "Times have changed, and when I saved people, I didn't even let me take the benefits, and I wanted to snatch them back. ”

"No one asked you to save me. As he spoke, the ink knife came to the man in white and stretched out his hand to draw the knife, but his arm was grasped, and no matter how hard he exerted, he couldn't move half a minute.

"So you're so weak. The man in white held the wrist of the ink knife with one hand, and took the wine glass with the other hand and drank it. It's just that the wine seems to be his natural enemy, so he took a sip and coughed violently, and that appearance even made people worry that he would die in the next moment.

The wrist was grabbed, the ink knife squatted violently, supported the ground with one hand, raised one foot, kicked the wooden table away, and the knife flew out. At the moment when the knife flew out, the ink knife exerted its strength again, pulled back sharply at the wrist, jumped with the force, turned over and jumped into the air, and both feet went to the broken knife.

"Don't you think I don't exist?" said the man in white, tugging hard.

The ink knife, which was about to clamp the hilt, slammed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. At the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out with a pop.

The knife fell, and one was held in the hand of the man in white. "Why do you have to do it, you can't beat me. I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be so weak without a knife, like a mortal. "It's not a mockery, the man in white really has an apologetic face.

One rolled over and stood up, and the ink knife wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Rush forward again, waving your fists and kicks.

The ink knife's fist was fast, fast like a meteor, and every time it would bring out an afterimage. The feet of the ink knife were fierce, like a volcanic eruption, and each blow made a loud bang.

But the ink knife is fast, and the man in white is faster. I saw him standing with his hands in his hands, and his feet shook slightly. Each time, he only shook slightly, dodging the attack of the ink knife with the smallest movement.

"Why can't we just talk about it? The man in white was distressed.

"Give me back the knife. "This is the only purpose of the ink knife, without the knife, you can't destroy the immortals, the ink knife doesn't even know why you want to live, killing the immortals has become an obsession in the heart of the ink knife.

"Why did you kill immortals?" asked the man in white as he dodged the attack of the ink knife.

"It's not about you. The ink knife said, punching faster.

Time passed minute by minute, the ink knife was already covered with sweat, but the man in white did not even breathe. This is the difference in strength. Finally, the ink knife is no longer punching, not giving up grabbing the knife, but the ink knife is tired, so tired that he can no longer punch.

Standing in place, the ink knife gasped for air. Preparing for the next attack.

"You don't think you look like a dead man. Without a smile, the man in white's tone suddenly became serious. "I just want to get the knife back, and the purpose of getting the knife back, I don't have to guess and know that it is to kill immortals, although I don't know why you have to kill immortals, but I know that you are not afraid of death, because you can be reincarnated. But if a person is not even afraid of death, then what is the point of his life, do you have a reason to live?"

The words of the man in white made the ink knife slightly stunned. The reason for living? "Exterminating Immortals" Modao wanted to say, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say it. Can the extermination of immortals really be used as a reason to live? Modao never thought about this question.

The ink knife is indeed not afraid of death, because he can be reincarnated, hundreds of thousands of reincarnations, and the ink knife believes that he can one day destroy the immortals in the world, so every death is just another reincarnation for the ink knife. Although Modao will do his best to kill immortals every time, it is not to survive, but just to kill one more immortal while he is alive.

Stay alive. These words don't seem to make sense to the ink knife.

"When you find a reason to live, I'm thinking about whether or not to give the knife back to you. Now the knife belongs to me. The man in white said, turning and walking out of the tavern.

"Why. "The ink knife refers to why you must find a reason to live before you return the knife to yourself.

"Because there is nothing interesting around the dead. The man in white only hopes that Modao will live longer, and that Modao will find more interesting things around him.

"Who are you?" asked Moto. He was referring to the identity of the man in white.

"You can call me Ye Wu. The man in white said, as if he was playing dumb.

"Who are you?" Modao asked again.

"I can't tell you who I am. As he spoke, he walked out of the tavern, and a gust of wind blew and disappeared into the night.

This time, the ink knife did not stop Ye Wu, and his mind kept repeating what Ye Wu had just said, the reason for living.

The night was still not gone, the moon was still in the sky, but the forest was even darker, so dark that only Modao stood there quietly.

"What is the reason for my life...... Mo Dao asked again, as if asking himself, as if asking the 'heaven', and as if asking him......