The scarlet dagger touched the old man's robe, and the sharp blade silently cut through the clothes, the tip of the knife against the flesh.

The light of the knife flashed in the darkness, and he grasped the short handle of the dagger, and in an instant, the dagger pierced the skin, and the blood splattered, and the faint light of the lamp was splashed with a faint red light by the blood that flew out.

Yuan Tiangang constricted his pupils.

A smear of blood splattered on his face.

The boy's face could no longer be indifferent, he covered his chest with one hand, his face was full of pain, he stumbled backwards, crackled and knocked down a mess of things.

The old man's face was as usual, and he lowered his eyebrows and looked at himself.

The hand with the knife did not tremble, and slowly pushed against the opening path in his chest, and finally ...... A cross flower bloomed.

The dagger cut through the bones sharply, cutting through the gaps, which seemed to be extremely smooth, but in fact it was a bit difficult.

There was already crimson blood flowing from the edge of the bed, first from the chest wound where the dagger had been inserted, and then it began to spread rapidly, staining the pure white mattress blood-red.

Because of the torture of illness and the restraint of darkness, Xiao Wang's face was pale and withered, and a large amount of blood spurted out, as if a small waterfall had been stabbed, and then he lost the motivation to continue gushing.

No one else could have cut his chest and cut out his heart with a knife so calmly.

But Xiao Wang did not frown his brows from beginning to end, with a very faint smile on his lips, and after completing this work, he no longer lowered his eyebrows, but stretched his eyebrows, and silently looked at the young Confucian who was sitting on the ground.

Xiao Wang sat up half of his body and leaned against the head of the bed, his hands on his sides, and the blood gushing out of his chest kept taking away his consciousness.

He smiled and looked at the teenager in front of him.

Yuan Tiangang sighed softly, he raised his head a little confused, looked at Xiao Wang, and saw the pool of blood on the bed that had been stained crimson, and the dagger pierced the bottom of his heart.

Empathy.

A knife through the heart.

Life passes at breakneck speed.

He didn't bleed, but Xiao Wang's blood gushed out from outside his chest, and the reverse cross knife touched the ribs on both sides, and the miserable white bones were scrubbed miserably, and the rolling blood took away the body temperature.

Xiao Wang's consciousness had begun to blur.

He kept smiling, his mind already in turmoil.

The room was still dark, the lights flickering wildly from the spontaneous combustion of the coreless, and the two men looked at each other, and a cold feeling hit their minds.

"I've been here, I've walked through...... Now I'm leaving. ”

"The spring flowers in the south of the Yangtze River and the heavy snow in Gusu are all excellent. But I just need to stay in the dark with these wonderful foods...... Leave it to my heirs, to my tens of millions of people, to those who are destined, to those who are working hard. ”

"But it won't be left to you. ”

Xiao Wang's voice flowed out of his throat with difficulty, with a hint of relief and the last painful joy: "I won't let you live, the future is theirs, and no one has the right to interfere." ”

This sentence is like a flutter in the wind.

His consciousness had gradually dissipated.

The young Confucian who was sitting on the ground and covering his chest, his face was sickly flushed, and he stared at the old man on the bed, with a hint of calmness, and one after another huge light lit up in the sleeve robe, and then dimmed, rolling back and forth, the whole person was like a straw man wrapped in a strong wind, lonely and helpless, and finally said hoarsely in pain: "Xiao Wang...... You are a madman. ”

The old man smiled indifferently.

He put his hands at his side, half-leaning on the bed, his eyes slightly closed.

The last picture in my mind is a fluttering white flocculent, floating out of the core of the flower, swinging the world with the wind and waves, not knowing where it falls.

A lifetime of wandering.

"There are eight sufferings in life. ”

The white floc was picked up in the hand of a slender young man, who stood in the night of Lanling City, his robe reaching the ground, and the night was like water.

He turned his back to all beings and stood on a high place, like himself when he was young.

"Birth, old age, sickness, death, love and parting, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let it go. ”

In the night, he turned around slowly, and Xiao Wang saw an old face.

It turns out that when you are about to die, you will really remember all your life.

The iron rider came and roared away.

......

......

"Born in the troubled times of the eight great countries, suffering from ups and downs, it is for life to suffer. ”

"Now that Hua is white, no matter how difficult it is to be high-spirited, it will eventually turn into a puff of loess, which is for the old suffering. ”

"Suffering from illness, suffering from heart and lungs, and not being able to sleep every time, is because of illness. ”

"Six reincarnations, karma, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains that the iron horse has stepped on, thousands of dry bones under the monument, karma entanglement after nightfall, the soul of the dead in the dream howls, just waiting for me to go to hell and shout and sacrifice reincarnation, it is for death to suffer. ”

"All the people you love are gone, and it is difficult to see each other again in eternal life, because of love and parting with suffering. ”

"The hated world cannot be united, and everything you wish for is born and rare, and it is for the long-term bitterness of resentment. ”

"I only want peace and security in this life, but I am widowed and lonely when I am old, and I want to be bitter. ”

"I hope that I can let go of all the glory and wealth, and when I can return, I will be like an ordinary person, and I have asked myself countless times, but it is difficult to give up, because I can't let go of the suffering. ”

"Sitting in this seat, walking on thin ice, is destined to suffer from the world. ”

The years are reincarnated, day and night.

The appearance is old, and the temples are gray.

Now it's time to leave.

It was as if a voice was asking softly in Xiao Wang's mind.

You, what else can't you put down?

The old man shook his head.

......

......

The blood on the bed no longer flows.

The old man no longer breathes.

The soaked mattress, with its white and red edges, no longer spreads.

The ghostly flame of the coreless spontaneous combustion no longer swayed, and the flame remained pouring to one side, and the bright flames splashed out maintained a resolute attitude that would not be extinguished.

There are beads of blood still flying, and there are beads of blood still falling.

They are all still.

The whole room, all the things, were still.

Except for the sound of the heart beating.

Goo-knock.

Goo-knock-knock

It's slow to the extreme, but it proves that someone is still alive.

A young Confucian who stood up with a hand on the wall smashed two drops of blood hanging in the air on his shoulder, and Bai Rong Mai was dyed with a blood-red color for the first time.

His breathing was no longer even.

The face of the young man who was not shocked also carried the color of pain that had not yet dissipated.

Even if the Ghost Gate Pass stopped his Hidden Valley Valley, the Lord of the Hidden Valley used the Hidden Valley Celestial Scroll, and all the Nine Streams Techniques poured out, he couldn't let himself suffer such a serious injury.

This bed is on the couch......

...... on the futon

There are also dripping on the ground and hovering in the air, which is Xiao Wang's blood and his own blood.

This madman...... This madman!

Yuan Tiangang looked at the old man who had closed his eyes, he gritted his teeth and asked in a deep voice, "Alive...... Isn't it good?"

Of course there was no answer.

The old man's consciousness had drifted away seven or eight times out of ten, and before leaving this world, he thought back on his life, and only felt that he had no regrets about dying.

There's nothing wrong with being alive.

At this time, it is better to die.

The wooden roller shutters outside the window lattice were glowing faintly, and the first rays of dawn shone outside the room, Yuan Tiangang glanced back at it roughly, the hand he covered his heart was a little stronger, and there was no more color in his eyes except for urgency.

He had to make a decision.

Do you want to use the karma you've built up over the years......

Those karmas should not have been used at this time.

If you use it here, you will change the future.

And after that...... The consequences are unpredictable.

The young man gritted his teeth and stared at the old man on the bed whose smile was gradually slackening.

It's too late......

He had no choice.

The shimmer of light on the wooden roller shutters flickered back into the sky from outside, and the snow began to retreat in the distance, and the light of the tide retreated into darkness with the tide.

Inside the house, with Yuan Tiangang as the center.

"Ding", like a wind chime hanging in the depths of the soul, gently rang, and then spread, all the things that fell to the ground, shattered began to reshape, back on the shelf, splashed blood, suspended in the air of the crimson water droplets, one after another flowed back, the color on the red mattress spread like ice and snow, back to a snow-white state.

Xiao Wang's chest, the invisible force pushed the muscle reorganization, bone regeneration, and the sharp dagger was clamped, like a grand knife light that reshaped life, with the sound of bone rebirth with a click, like a butterfly flying in the flames of lights and candles surging against time.

Finally, the young man shouted, raised his eyebrows, and raised his hand suddenly, the sharp short dagger broke away from Xiao Wang's chest, and the bare skin on his chest was smooth, and even the traces of old age could not be seen, so white that it was like the newborn of a baby.

There was a crisp sound in the air.

The cold blade flew into Yuan Tiangang's hand, was held by his backhand, and was heavily inserted into the wooden frame on the side.

There was a tremor.

Time goes to zero.

......

......

There was silence in the room.

The old man opened his eyes.

He saw the room where everything was as it had been, the dagger that had been inserted into the wooden frame, and the angry white boy standing on one side of the wooden frame, one hand still covering his chest.

Yuan Tiangang raised his head and looked at him, and on his shoulder, there was a fine splash of blood, which was forever frozen on top of the white clothes.

Xiao Wang stared hard at the pale young man, and after a long time, he smiled, his voice was hoarse, and he stretched out a hand and pointed at the white young man.

"This is, my blood. ”

Then there was a slight pause.

Xiao Wang lowered his head and looked at his chest, which was solidified like mutton fat, where the injuries were completely gone, and the flesh that had been cut by the reverse cross was now snow-white like a newborn baby.

He raised his head and seemed to smile: "I see...... You also have times when you are angry?"