[Will someone who is stabbed in the heart die?

Okay, that's a stupid question, sorry, I shouldn't have asked it.

I should say.

This spiritual world,

Who deserves to die...

Who is qualified to live?

Loken shook off the redness on his hand, and the hot liquid suddenly disappeared.】

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-

Oh la - la la la la la - oh la - la la la - oh la - la la la la la - la la - oh la la la -

La la la la la la la la la--

La la - la - la la la -

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-

The green sword lay in a pool of blood.

The blood is always thick and scary.

A man slowly sat up from the pool of blood and shook his hair. His long black hair was actually parted, making it difficult for the thick liquid to adhere.

He was wearing white clothes, but now his whole body was red, and the plum blossom was also full of blood stains.

"Cough cough cough..." The man coughed. From the sound, he seemed to be making himself uncomfortable.

"Cough cough cough..." He stood up, looked at the green three-foot sword, and then looked at the pool of blood here.

In the reflection in the pool of blood, his appearance slowly emerged.

Thick black hair, slender eyebrows, and a pair of black pupils. Although they are a bit delicate, but when they frown, they are so resolute. A tall nose bridge, a plain face, only a little bit of skin wrapped around the bones, haggard

, making the mark on the face where the cut is located more profound.

It was like a serious illness, and the whole body began to feel weak.

No,

It was as if he had cried a lot, and the tears flowed into a pool of blood, making his eyes so deep.

He touched his face and inadvertently touched his beard.

It was a very long "thing" that covered this delicate face.

He began to feel a little frightened. His skinny face found it hard to be "frightened". The movement of his entire skin was made by opening his mouth wide. His pupils became smaller and he groped around on his body.

He stumbled to stand up. There was a weak light source here. His entire body was considered tall, but at this moment, it was like a lifeless balloon, deflating completely. He finally stood still and staggered towards the light source.

Go.

With one step, the blood slowly flowed into the ubiquitous gaps here and slowly escaped from his body.

The blood-red clothes gradually faded from the thick red color from bottom to top, and the half-black and half-red plum blossoms bloomed, as if they were smiling.

He stumbled, as if running away.

The plum blossom was already so plain white, and the Chinese clothes became even whiter under the light source. Those little crystal things illuminated this weak man who was almost crawling.

Slowly sitting down, he stopped and took a rest.

His fear did not end, but he stood up again after a moment and moved towards the light source.

There,

It's the exit, right?

He was so frightened that he started to run away. He stumbled and hit the wall next to him and started coughing violently.

And those light sources seemed to be mocking him, always escaping again and again. He was obviously on the run as well. Why, that thing that symbolized light, was not willing to take him away with him?

He hit the wall again. The wall was harder than anything else. The sharp rocks were broken by him. He weakly held on to the walls and coughed violently. His own blood spattered on the wall.

, leaving a black mark.

The white clothes and the black plum blossom finally stood in the light source.

It's so bright there.

Unknown birds were singing harmoniously in the sky, those emerald greens, those stunning red flowers, and those jumping lives were bright before his eyes.

He was stunned, and fell down under the light source.

He spins in the clouds,

That gorgeous dress is flying in the air,

He flies in the air,

This cliff,

welcomed,

The first life to fall.

[Majiagang, a small town on the edge of Luo'an City in Empire 2026]

"What's your name?" A woman's eyes appeared in his eyes, those black eyes were similar to his own.

He shook his head, being tied up and making no movement.

People around him looked at him with some confusion.

The pairs of doubtful eyes were wide open, and the clothes they wore were not so nice, but rather crude and outrageous.

"Where are you from? Do you remember?" The woman patted his head and swallowed what was in her mouth.

She was wearing a very thin red dress, revealing her plain white shoulders.

He shook his head.

"Do you really remember nothing?" The woman tightened her clothes.

He still shook his head and did nothing.

"It's so pitiful." A bearded man turned behind him, and the bearded man touched his chin and said calmly: "I was found in such a place and lost my memory..."

"Ah...it's really troublesome...like a fool." The woman scratched her head, and the long hair slid down from her shoulders like water.

She seemed to have just washed her hair, and that strand of hair was so beautiful.

She tied her hair with a headband, and now there was only a ponytail behind her back.

She is completely different from her with long hair.

"Show of hands, stay or not!" The woman glanced at him and turned around to look at the people standing here.

"You should keep it... The way I look at him doesn't look like he's fake. Keep it..."

The bearded man said timidly. He looked at the tied man and raised his hands.

No one else took a position.

A thin old man raised his hand.

"Uncle Ying, I guess you mean not to stay." The woman shook her arm respectfully, as if to stretch her muscles.

The little old man who was called Uncle Ying by this woman nodded.

"It's too dangerous. If you bring someone with you who doesn't know the details at all, our business will definitely be affected." Uncle Ying looked at him and said with some worry: "You can't stay without roots."

"But he seems to have really lost his memory. No matter what, we shouldn't be like this." The bearded man still looked at him with some worry.

"I don't think it should be like this either..." The woman gently put her hand on his head and shook his head. He was shaken around numbly and did not respond.

"Unless he really doesn't remember anything." The woman suddenly became happy, as if this wooden person was like a real doll.

He shook his head, keeping his eyes on hers.

Like an innocent tearful puppy,

Stare at everything moving here, including the flies buzzing here.

Confirmed.

Really lost my memory.

"Really, sometimes it's so strange. If you escaped from Chaofeng, if we throw you into Chaofeng again, you will be the same beast as them." The woman clapped her hands: "The vote now is one

In comparison, is there anyone who can express his position?"

Uncle Ying coughed and reminded everyone present: "We still have to pass through Chaofeng. Bringing such a person will definitely bring us great danger! Whether he is a bait released or a real irrelevant person

No matter who you are, you can't keep them. This is a taboo."

"I agree!" The woman nodded and said, "Uncle Ying voted. I have already remembered it."

"If he really doesn't remember anything, he will definitely not be a good person. Chaofeng has a bad reputation. Bandits come and go from time to time. I think it is completely understandable that it is a trap." Uncle Ying took a puff of cigarette.

: "I can't keep it..."
To be continued...