Mo Dao finally parted ways with Li Huanglai.

In the next ten days, he became seriously ill three more times, each time getting worse and worse, but each time he refused Li Huang to accompany him back.

In the end, looking at Mo Dao, who was lying on the side of the road like a puddle of mud, Li Huanglai picked up the package with a frozen face, and said with hatred: "People only seek to live, and there is no one like you who seeks death." ”

After Li Huang came and left, Mo Dao lay alone on the side of the road for a long time, looking at the sky in a daze, until a burst of spring rain fell on his face.

He stood up and headed east. Alone, he must also return to Willow Leaf Villa.

What Li Huanglai said is actually not bad. It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the Liuye Villa was destroyed, and the hidden treasure knife was all taken away, and now if you want to find the knife, you should not go to Yangzhou, but you should go to the Tang Gate in the highest place of martial arts in the world, and ask Dongfang Lian Mo to open a side to give him a knife to live.

But Mo Dao is not a martial artist. A treasure knife that sharpens iron like clay is in his hand, and it is no different from the kitchen knife that usually cuts vegetables and meat. Knowing the mystery in the knife, Mo Dao didn't know how to stimulate the knife intent even if he got the Liu Jiabao knife. It's better to go back to Willow Leaf Villa, where at least it will give him a little peace of mind.

In fact, when he suppressed the meridians in his body for the first time, Liu Siye had already told him that his three mountain broken bones were the absolute veins, and there was no cure in the world, so he could only suppress it with the meaning of the divine soldier itself, even so, it could still be said that his fate was hanging by a thread.

So for many years, Mo Dao has always been diligent, firstly, to repay the Liu family for saving their lives, and secondly, to live a truth for himself in this world.

Now that Willow Leaf Villa no longer exists in the world, Mo Dao is also destined to die soon, although Li Huanglai left a lot of silver taels when he left, but Mo Dao has no intention of picking it up.

He didn't know how to get to Liuye Villa, so he went back to Fuzhou.

After many days, Fuzhou City is still as lively as it was at the beginning of spring. The queue into the city was long, stretching half a mile away, and there were fruit and vegetable vendors and merchants and hunters.

Fuzhou has a large population, and the inspection of entering the city is not harsh but strict, so the progress of the team is extremely slow. People of disparate status stepped down from the carriage and donkeys, drank a sip of water in the teahouse on the edge of the city, and even sat on the ground, and people who had never known each other gathered in twos and threes, chatting in small and small places.

The fisherman who pushed a cart of salted fish heartily gave each person around three fish that had been marinated with sea salt to eat properly, and the jujube dealer uncovered the sackcloth on his jujube cart and beckoned everyone to come with a few, and even in a sedan chair with gold patterns, there was also a young lady who sent a servant to send out some melons and fruits for passers-by to quench their thirst.

Mo Dao, who was carrying an empty bag, was mixed in the crowd, and when he walked alone, he realized that he was so lonely.

It seems that in the past seventeen years, his life has only melted into a pool like a drop of ink.

He is not the sage of the pen, nor can he just rely on a drop of ink to turn a whole pool of black.

The sun was in full bloom, and Mo Dao carried bags into the city.

The city is bustling with traffic.

Fuzhou City has always been so noisy. Not because he is gone for a few days, and he will become deserted.

For a whole morning, Mo Dao wandered around the city like a headless fly, but he didn't even know where he was going. It wasn't until late afternoon that he realized that if he wanted to go to Willow Leaf Villa, he had to continue to go out of the city.

Thinking about this, he let out a long sigh, realizing how dull he was.

Walking towards the north gate with his bags on his back, when he passed by the market, he saw that the crowd that had been stretched loose and sparse gathered into a big circle, and the people outside kept looking inward with their necks tilted inward, and occasionally some people pointed and pointed, but they were all talking in a low voice, and they all dared not say much on their faces, as if something big was happening.

Mo Dao paused, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't suppress his curiosity and wanted to find out.

Since he was separated from Li Huanglai, he has only cared about returning along the same road for several days, and what he saw and heard on the road is not even a thing to recall now.

For some reason, perhaps because he arrived at the place of departure, Mo Dao finally became a little interested in what was happening around him this time.

He hunched his bony back and squeezed into the crowd. The people in front of him had already gathered very densely, but Mo Dao seemed to be stunned, insisting on seeing what was going on, while constantly saying sorry to the people around him, while slowly squeezing into the center of the crowd.

And when he finally came to the front of the group, what he saw in front of him was somewhat unexpected.

It would be inappropriate to say that it was a high platform, because it was only a foot above the ground, and ordinary people could step on it with a single step.

And now, there are only two people on the high platform.

One was carrying a butcher's knife, holding a wine cup in his left hand, and the other was half-kneeling with his arms tied behind his back, dressed in prison clothes.

The moment he saw that person, Mo Dao's eyes shrank, his face turned pale in an instant, and he couldn't say a word.

And the prisoner on the stage who was going to Huangquan seemed to feel his gaze, raised his drooping head slightly, and looked at Mo Dao.

In the crowd, he saw Mo Tao at a glance, just as Mo Tao saw him at a glance.

Everything seemed to be predestined.

Mo Dao panicked. He didn't know what was going on, why the young master, whom he trusted and respected in the past, became a prisoner in the blink of an eye.

In fact, I am not like this. As the young housekeeper of Willow Leaf Villa, he is exquisite, and he is a duckweed in the rivers and lakes, but he doesn't know what to do.

Just when he was panicking, a majestic voice came from the crowd: "Death row prisoner Liu stopped thunder, fled from Yangzhou to here, and was bound by this official." Now that the body has been verified, noon has arrived, and the execution will be carried out!"

These words were like a thunderbolt that slashed through Mo Dao's mind.

On the torture platform, Liu Zhilei's thin lips actually hooked a subtle arc.

Mo Dao immediately understood the meaning of this smile.

He is not afraid of death.

Willow Leaf Villa may be guilty, but as the second young master, he has no fault in his life and was framed. He was not afraid of death, but died unjustly.

When the executioner heard this, he raised his neck, drank all the liquor from the bowl, and threw the cup to the ground, raising his knife with blood-red eyes.

Mo Dao opened his mouth, but found that his voice was so hoarse.

There was a muffled exclamation from the crowd. But because the ending was known for a long time, no one was frightened, just a little panicked.

Mo Dao's heart was unbearable.

He didn't know what happened to Liu Zhilei along the way, he didn't know why he was convicted, who framed him, and he didn't know where Liu Zhilei went with the knife that was life-threatening to him.

But Liu Zhilei is the second young master of Willow Leaf Villa, who he has served for seventeen years, and the future head of the Liu family.

The eldest young master died naked in the mountains, the eldest lady hit the pillar in front of him and died, and the third young master killed himself in the court. A good manor has been torn apart, and there is not one out of ten.

And a butcher knife was about to land on Liu Zhilei's neck.

There is a way that life is like a day, muddy and nightmarish, and sober in an instant.

At that moment, it seemed as if someone was pushing him behind his back, or an immortal accidentally sprinkled a drop of immortal dew from above the heavenly court that could make people reborn.

A heart-rending voice, deafening, and even painful, sounded from the front of the crowd.

"Stop!!"

That moment.

His body seems to have turned into a black tiger, whether it is a hungry tiger pounced on food, or a wild dragon out of the water.

It is the silence of the world, and the tide of the four seas is born of yin and yang.

He threw himself at the butcher's knife on the torture table.

It wasn't until many years later that the dying Mo Dao still looked confused and sad when he recalled this event that completely changed his life.

Thinking about it carefully, the reason why he would stop Liu Zhilei from dying was probably not because Liu Zhilei was his young master.

It's because Liu Zhilei has the secret of the Liu family's treasure knife.

That secret can keep him alive.

Mo Dao, it was from this moment that he finally understood that life is actually for himself.

His figure swooped down on the high platform. At that moment, the weak body burst out with vitality that was extremely incommensurate with the usual, and in just one step, it stepped nearly a foot away and approached the executioner's side.

The limbs and hundreds of bones seemed to be burning, and the whole world was reflected in Mo Dao's pupils, revealing every detail.

Everything slowed down, everything stood still. He reached for the falling butcher knife and squeezed the executioner's wrist hard.

There was a crunch.

Everyone didn't have time to see what was happening, and even Mo Dao himself didn't know what he had done at that moment.

He only saw the end.

The executioner, with a big waist and a round waist, suddenly fell more than a foot away, and the butcher knife in his hand was torn apart in an instant, breaking and falling to the ground.

The crisp sound echoed in Liu Zhilei's ears. He raised his head and met his gaze with Mo Dao, who was standing in front of him.

Mo Dao was stunned.

Liu Zhilei sneered: "It's really a big change." ”

"What......" Mo Dao came back to his senses, realizing that he was under everyone's gaze, and when he saw the broken knife at his feet, he suddenly panicked again, "No, I didn't do it......"

"Of course not. Liu Zhilei shook his head intriguingly, "However, you were chosen, just like me. It's a frustrating thing. ”

Mo Dao was stunned: "What...... What do you mean?"

However, Liu Zhilei did not answer him, but closed his eyes with a wry smile.

In a moment, the whole world seemed to be turned upside down, and in Mo Dao's eyes, the sunset was rippling at dusk, the sea water of the five lakes poured into the city, and the sky collapsed.

He took a step back in fright.

Something must have gone wrong. He thought so, but the scene of collapse in front of him became more and more obvious, and the crowd gradually blurred into a piece of ink, but there was no hustle and bustle, everything seemed to be still.

Finally, in the center of the consciousness, a figure appeared. He was so vague that he seemed to be invisible, but he had an extremely strong sense of presence, like a god, staring at Mo Dao from top to bottom.

"You really want to live, don't you?" the voice came overhead.

Mo Dao raised his head tremblingly, but immediately reached out in fear to cover his eyes, and said tremblingly: "You...... Who are you?"

"I'm number one in the world today. ”

As his voice grew more solemn, the figure continued to fall, eventually reaching the same height as him.

"Liu Zhilei is the person I want to kill, but you are different from him. If you promise me one thing, he'll survive—with his knives. I know, that's what you want, right?"

There's a voice in the bottom of my heart that says, no. This is the best in the world, he will never trade with you for no reason, and the consequences of that transaction must be unbearable.

But people always have to find a way to even grit their teeth to survive.

Mo Dao trembled and nodded.

The figure laughed.

"Good. ”

"It is worthy of the person chosen by my Dongfang Lianmo. It seems that this time, I still didn't make a wrong bet. ”