The blood that flowed from the snow stained the ground for a long time.

The crowd was disturbed, and they mistakenly took a child who was born stupid for a wrong demon and beat him alive. or remorse, or regret, or condemn the child's parents, or complain about the evil way.

People are accustomed to passing the blame on others after the wrong thing, and subconsciously give themselves a consolation of conscience.

If it weren't for the child's parents who invited the demon Dao, the villagers would not have poisoned the child; if it weren't for the demon Dao's greed for the child's spirit and following the words of the child's parents, the child would not have been regarded as a demon; if it weren't for the child's natural stupidity, the child's parents would not have abandoned him; if it weren't for Bai Chu forcing him to drink dozens of bowls of Meng Po soup at that time, he wouldn't be like this in this life......

If he hadn't appeared in front of her like this, she wouldn't have felt pain, blame, or sadness now......

The Buddha said that cause and effect, reincarnation.

It's karma, it's a calamity, it's a knot.

"A-Niang...... A-Niang ......"

The child still looked at her, those eyes, dark and clear.

"A-Niang...... A-Niang ......"

The voice is delicate, the breath is like a gossamer, and on the frozen purple face, a little ruddy slowly emerges.

In the pool of blood, this scene, anyone with a discerning eye knows that the road is back to light.

I'm afraid this child will soon be unable to make a sound or laugh again.

Bai Chu looked at him quietly, squatted down, and held his little hand.

The little hands were cold, swollen from the frost, red and purple, and some places on the skin were pus. She held his hand in the palm of her hand and held it carefully, trying not to touch his wound.

There seemed to be a boulder pressing down on his chest, and it was stuffy and uncomfortable. She seemed to be struggling to breathe.

She clearly understood that the child in front of her was just a reincarnation of Ah Chen in the mortal world, and if he died, it could only mean that Ah Chen's life had been completed and he could re-enter the next life, which would not affect him at all.

What can you do, just don't want to let go of this little hand?

The hand unconsciously condensed the gods, and the strong immortal power slowly passed through the little hand.

It penetrates into the skin, melts into the blood, and condenses into the bone marrow......

If the gods are about to die, she has nothing to do, if the immortals and demons are about to die, she can prolong their lives, but if she saves a mortal, it is easy.

The broken joints slowly connected, the damaged muscles and veins slowly connected, the stagnant blood slowly activated, and even the cold skin slowly began to warm.

"Bai Chu. ”

Wrists, steep and grabbed.

Shen Ze froze in his palm, froze.

Bai Chu lowered his eyes, and at his wrist, the man's hand was slender and powerful. The purple sleeves of the robe and her cuffs flew together, and the purple and silver manzhu sawah on the cuffs were reflected together, which was bright and dazzling.

Bai Chu looked away, "You let go." ”

"Bai Chu, it's you who should let go. ”

The wrist was clenched tighter, Bai Chu tried to break free, but he didn't break free, and looked over: "The suffering in his life is because of me, and I want to save him." ”

"How can you save it?" The dark jade-like eyes were deep, staring at her, "Saved this life, let him live stupidly again? He will be disgusted by his family all his life, and others will not like it, until he dies in another seventy or eighty years?"

"Van Gogh, he's having a hard time right now!"

It is impossible not to hurt a body injury, it is impossible not to hurt. Van Gogh frowned and glanced at the people on the ground, "After being uncomfortable for a while, he will be relieved." ”

"You're telling me to ignore him?"

"A mortal, it has nothing to do with you. You should have left it alone. ”

"You know he's not—"

"In front of you is a mortal, before the soul leaves the body, it has always been. He looked at her, his eyebrows were indifferent, "Bai Chu, you insist on saving him, what if he doesn't want to live?"

Bai Chu's eyebrows were cold, his golden eyes suddenly appeared, and he suddenly brushed his sleeves, "How can you not want to live?!"

Even if he exerted his strength suddenly, he didn't break free from the shackles of his wrist.

"Bai Chu, he was in pain, and it was given by his relatives around him in this life. The slight wave of indifference fell silent in an instant, and patiently explained to her, "A lifetime of stupidity does not mean that you are not aware of the warmth and coldness of the outside world." If you save him and save him, how do you tell him to face the people around him in the future? How do you tell the people around him to face him again?"

With this incident, even if the people around him feel guilty, they will not change much. On the contrary, it will increase the estrangement and make people wary of alignment. A child who was born stupid is considered good if he is not disliked by others on weekdays, and he doesn't even want to see his biological parents, let alone others.

"Bai Chu, if he doesn't want to live, if you save him, you will harm him. ”

"What if he wants to live?" she met his gaze, "if he wants to live, he wants everyone to know that he is not a demon, he wants to be treated normally, he wants his parents to love, his elders are happy, he is still so young, and there are still long days ahead." Maybe one day there will be such a person, regardless of his stupidity, who really likes him and really cares about him?"

"Bai Chu, if he really thinks so, you still shouldn't help him. "The bottom of the deep pool-like eyes showed a cold light, "He entered reincarnation, and the eight sufferings of life: birth suffering, old suffering, sickness, death, love and parting suffering, resentment and hatred will be bitter, asking for no suffering, and the five yin are blazing." There is no life that will really be happy all the time, and you let him enter reincarnation that day, isn't it just to let him experience the various states of life?"

"But I regret it!"

God knows how much she regrets it, she can't see it lost, even if she knows that Lu Dao is just the reincarnation of Bai Chen's life in front of her, she still can't see him fall to the ground like this, in a pool of blood, in front of her, suffering and dying.

"Van Gogh, he is in so much pain, he can't cry, he can't shout, no one knows that he is in so much pain......"

I don't know when my eyes gather in the mist, hazy eyes, a little crystal clear, overflowing the eye sockets.

"Bai Chu, the pain is over, and when the pain is over, his life is over. Van Gogh stroked her cheek and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Stunned, "Van Gogh...... Seeing him hurt, I hurt too. ”

Van Gogh whispered softly and asked her in a warm voice, "Where does it hurt?"

Holding the little hand in her hand has not been released, she gently put the little hand on her left chest, "Here, the heart hurts, it hurts, it hurts, like a knife." ”

Van Gogh stared at her, his ink eyes were as sharp as sharp, and he pierced his bones: "Bai Chu, if you don't want to see him hurt, it's better to help him end it early." ”

Bai Chu was shocked by Van Gogh's sudden cold eyes, and his heart fluttered slightly.

Looking at the dying child on the ground again, my heart tightened. The hand reached halfway and then retracted.

"Can't do it?" he whispered in her ear, "If you can't do it, I'll do it." ”

The words fell, without giving Bai Chu any time to react, he stretched out his hand in the air and twisted in the direction of the child's neck.

There was a "click" sound, and the neck broke.

The child's little hand lost sensation and slipped from Bai Chu's palm.