"Hate is a shackle."

He looked at the blood on his hands. The thick golden blood was slowly dripping from his neck. They were flowing along his chest, from his neck to his hands. They were sticky.

The blood no longer sputtered, but flowed out from his neck irrevocably and irrevocably, pulling at his life.

Perhaps, he should be dying now, the loss of life is like this...

Will all people die lonely like this?

He thought so and looked at the owner of the knife.

If the owner of this knife was by his side, wouldn't it be... lonely?

It probably doesn't count.

But after all, he is not his friend, but that kind of elusive... enemy.

With enemies around me... I can feel at ease even after my own death... I wanted to leave this world without any hatred or resentment, but in the end, my karmic debt was still unpaid.

"Death, this is what it feels like."

He felt that a big mountain pressing on him suddenly collapsed. It was the chaos and bustle of the world. At this time, thousands of thin threads on his body were broken like the world of mortals.

However, he felt more and more bored...

It's like holding a breath and never being able to spit it out. It's stuck in the throat and cannot be forgotten for a long time.

Look again...the owner of that knife.

He obviously had his revenge, but he didn't feel any joy at all.

Hahahahaha...

Hahahahaha!

He laughed.

Like crazy, his laughter echoed throughout the mountains, making the plants, trees, insects, and fish tremble.

"Why……"

After he finished laughing, he sighed...

With this sigh, the man in front of him put away his long knife. The blade named Ryukiri shone with cold light, and the golden blood on it slowly dripped, turning into clear smoke in this small world.

, the sword swayed lightly and was put into the sheath.

"Huh...it's over..."

he said.

But he was obviously unhappy.

"terribly sorry……"

[Half an hour ago, Wen Ti County]

The snow was falling heavily, and the world suddenly became smaller.

It's true, it's so small that it's suffocating.

Six beards mean that he is about to die.

Ending his life is the best ending for him.

No matter what, he must die in peace, so that everyone can feel at ease, everyone can feel at ease, and... everyone can live a peaceful life.

senescence……

It is a word full of sadness.

Even though the tortoise has a lifespan, it will still have its time. The martyr's twilight years are full of ambition. Everyone will grow old, but who will accept old age?

He felt that now that he had passed away, he kicked off his legs, which could be regarded as a sign of mourning. The whole principality, no, the whole world, wanted to see his ashes.

Ancient Dragon——Ao Chen——Dragon Beard

If you really die here and become a fairy, what a luxurious idea.

So longing...so...

"If... Lan Luo appears at... Niman Farm... Niman... Raj Niman, Jack Niman, Erica Niman, who is he looking for?" The dragon-bearded male stepped on the snow with his feet.

On the ground, the snow is dark and not so pleasant. It is obviously a pure white thing, but in the dim sky, there is indeed a strange blackness...

"The first day... the big devil..." Longxugong called out the name of the devil. He frowned and looked at the dead trees here, right? These were planted when Wenti County was still spring-like all year round.

The trees in Wenti County are now Wenti County in a world of ice and snow. They wither and die so casually and naturally.

If Huazhou really fell... why... was there no movement at all? There was no movement at all. If they... wanted to seize the Demon-Sealing Well and release the other great demon kings, why... they seemed to be wandering around.

What are you looking for here?

Who is she looking for?

The Demon King on the first day...

Looking for someone...

Who does she need to find personally?

Longxugong looked at the increasingly darkened world next to him...he frowned and looked at his pocket watch.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon...

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so dark... Even on a snowy day, even in Wenti County today, it will never be dark so early.

He realized something and stood still, looking at the world in all directions. There was no big movement, only the sound of tiny feet stepping on the snow.

Two pairs of footprints, one big and one small, stepped on the school. The big one was deep and determined step by step. The small one was cheerful, jumping with joy.

Longxugong felt like he was waiting for something...

Who is the one?

Apart from the Great Demon King... are there any other important "distinguished guests"?

If so...he really needs to wait and see...the true face of the person who is slowly walking towards him...

He looked at his pocket watch...ticking and waiting...

"Uncle Yikong... there is an old man there... let's... go and ask for directions... maybe we can find the person you are looking for..."

She is a little girl... her hair is snow white... she wears white boots and simple clothes...

From this look, he must not be a big shot...

And the one named Yikong...

The name is so familiar...

But for a while, I couldn't see his face... Under the bamboo hat, I could only vaguely see the corners of his mouth.

There is a deep scar there.

Perhaps...under the bamboo hat, there is a pair of burning eyes, staring straight at him.

Longxugong put away his pocket watch, adjusted his suit, patted his waist and abdomen, straightened up, and stood up straight.

Even so, his waist was still slightly loaded. No matter how straight his back felt, his body still couldn't keep up.

At his age, that's how it is... It's not necessarily true that anyone would accuse him of being unable to straighten his back. If so, that person is either stupid or bad.

The man said nothing.

He just stood there gently in the snow. The boots he was wearing were very strange, as if they were made from a special place.

It seems like I have seen it somewhere, and... it seems like I have never seen it before...

Getting older……

I can't even see clearly...

I can't think clearly...

The clothes of this man named Yikong are more like a patchwork of torn pieces of cloth, giving him the "sloppy" look of a homeless person.

On his waist...are there three long knives...

This posture... has some background...

"Uncle Yikong... why don't you leave? Let's go and ask..." The little girl took Yikong's hand and shook it gently.

"Taoji, now... run in the direction we came from and wait for me next to those uncles..." Yikong's voice was hoarse, as deep as his footsteps.

"Ah? Okay... ok..." The little girl named Tao Ji really obeyed and started running slowly. She swayed in the direction of the start, and her hands were also on her waist and abdomen.

She swayed from time to time, and due to strength, she had to pull her feet out of the snow heavily. Like some kind of dance, the child's hands were waving in front of her, and she started running swayingly.

Looking at the little girl's actions, Longxugong thought it was a bit funny...but he couldn't laugh...

Could it be that they are acquaintances?

Or... is it a Shadow Hunter?
To be continued...