The white-clothed Ah Fei died.

He could have said goodbye to this world in such a tragic way, but he did it anyway.

As proud as he is, after learning that his time is running out, the only thing he can do is to play a big game in the limited time!

He is a mysterious man, like the light of the wind and the moon, fluttering and leaving in style.

Death is the end of his life, but it is not the end of his life.

His funeral was scheduled for the third day after the event.

Although the corrupt officials who were stolen by him gritted their teeth and wanted to crush his bones to ashes, they didn't want to hold any funeral at all. However, under the strong intervention of all the cultivators of the Supernatural Investigation Bureau, they could only give up. The people are already dead, and the dead are the greatest, what more can they say! But they also made up their minds to humiliate Ah Fei in white at the funeral to relieve the hatred in their hearts.

However, at the time of the funeral, many people who had been helped by Ah Fei in white came.

After they got the news, they all organized themselves spontaneously, and rushed to see off the white-clothed Ah Fei one after another.

Everyone has a scale in their hearts, and they know very well who is good to them.

When those corrupt officials saw this crowd-like scene, they couldn't hide, where could they talk about making trouble!

The government was very nervous for fear of provoking a popular uprising, and sent a lot of police officers to maintain law and order.

Some grief-stricken people were agitated and clashed with the policing police. The police did not dare to use force against the people, so they had to retreat one after another, and the scene was very chaotic for a time.

Civilians with tears in their eyes, like policemen facing the enemy, and corrupt officials hiding in the corners, trembling, for fear of being besieged by civilians, such a living Rashomon is really a bit ironic.

Ke Wang stood on the roof of a building not far from the funeral site, looked at the bustling crowd below, and sighed silently.

I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me.

This is probably the greatest act of injustice!

"If you feel uncomfortable, why do you have to come?"

Song lit a cigarette in the sky, but he didn't smoke it, holding it in his hand and silently watching it slowly turn to ashes, his face was cold, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"I'm thinking, are we doing this right?"

Ke Wang turned his head and saw the cigarette in Song Zaitian's hand, frowned, snatched it up, threw it on the ground and stepped on it.

If you continue like this, even a cultivator will die of lung cancer sooner or later!"

Song Zaitian didn't get angry and didn't follow Ke Wang's advice, but without saying a word, he took out another cigarette from the box and lit it, and then took a hard puff.

Ke Wang had nothing to say about Song Zaitian's repeated teachings, and he wanted to leave when he turned around.

But at this time, Song Zaitian suddenly stopped him.

"Senior, didn't you ask me, are we right or wrong?"

Ke Wang stopped, did not look back, and did not speak again.

The sunset shone on them as the curtain came to an end, gilding them with a layer of gold.

Song Zaitian looked at the funeral that was coming to an end, and didn't care whether Ke Wang was listening or not, it seemed to be explaining and talking to himself. For some reason, there was a bit of inexplicable melancholy in his voice.

"My predecessors have lived in the mountains for a long time, do you know the 'Ten Years of Catastrophe'?" Song Zaitian paused for a moment, and then continued, "Also, that has become a taboo now. No one dares to mention it at all, so how can we know?"

"I don't know who my parents are, I have been abandoned since I was a child, it was the master who picked me up and brought me into Longhu Mountain, but I don't even remember what he looked like. I was only three or four years old when that disaster began, and I was just beginning to remember. During that time, many people died, and many cultivators died. It was also at that time that my master died on the battlefield against the government army. I didn't understand why they rushed to their deaths when they knew they couldn't beat them. They said yes, for peace. Hehe, such a ridiculous peace!"

Song Zaitian smashed his fist on the railing, and the iron railing couldn't withstand Song Zaitian's iron fist and became bent.

Later, they were defeated, surrendered, and submitted. Peace has once again come into the world. It turns out that peace can be achieved without that war. ”

"But I've lost my self-esteem!" Ke Wang turned his head and looked directly at Song Zaitian.

"Peace needs to be paid! We don't have a choice in this era! A Fei in white wants justice, but what is the result for him? It's just a senseless sacrifice! Peace is so hard-won, why bother to shed blood and sacrifice for such a boring thing!"

Song Jaetian suddenly erupted and roared hysterically at the sky.

"Justice is never a boring thing! What he does is not a senseless sacrifice!" Ke Wang's eyes also began to appear sad, "Look at those people, look at those people who spontaneously rushed to see him off, don't you understand?"

"What can this be? In the face of absolute power, justice is just a toy to be manipulated!"

Song Jaetian closed his eyes.

"People are forgetful, don't look at these people like this now, but after ten years, twenty years, or even longer, they will slowly forget about Ah Fei in white! Everything he has done is still useless after all!"

"I now know why you have to rely on pills to improve your strength. Ke Wang looked straight at Song Zaitian and said the truth mercilessly, "You have all lost your faith! Now you are just a group of walking dead!"

Song Zaitian smiled bitterly and said: "This world needs peace! Those who undermine social stability should be eliminated! This is my duty, that is, my faith!"

Ke Wang was speechless for a long time, and finally just let out a long sigh.

To be honest, he doesn't know what's right and what's wrong. Just now, it was just because of the death of the white-clothed Ah Fei.

In this era, everyone has a hardship, and everyone has a reason. In the end, it is fate that can explain what is at the mercy of their progress!

There are only a few characters like Ah Fei in white. More are ordinary people who succumb to fate like Song Zaitian.

In the final analysis, what is the difference between him and Song Zaitian?

How can he stand on the moral high ground and accuse Song Zaitian?

"So we're all the same......," Ke Wang spat out an inexplicable sentence lightly, and turned away from the roof of the building.

Song Zaitian quietly watched the funeral that was coming to an end, lit another cigarette, and smoked slowly.

......

The so-called justice, the so-called faith, the so-called beauty, everything is the arrangement of fate......