Nightfall Chapter 92: Wash blood with blood

Chapter 92 Washing Blood with Blood

Ning Que raised his head, looked at him blankly and said, "But that kind of tiredness is always good. Guys who have studied Mathematical Olympiad go to the academy of mathematics, and look at such difficult topics. , I only think that it’s really **** second, it’s better than the tiredness of my life."

"I came to such a ghost place inexplicably, and spent a few years in the General’s Mansion, but because of you people, the good days are gone, everyone I know is dead, and my father is also dead. , I was only four years old that year, and in the end I had to consider the **** question of survival or death, do you think I am tired?"

When he was four years old, he clenched the hatchet for the first time, murdered for the first time, and then watched the faintly black blood flow down the hatchet head into the crevices of his fingers and became a viscous semi-solid. Only then did he realize that chocolate fondue was a disgusting thing. After washing his hands countless times, he felt that he couldn't get rid of the **** smell and the faint rust on the hatchet. This smell has always accompanied him. Twelve years.

He stretched his right hand into the rain and allowed the rain to keep washing, but he still felt that he still couldn’t wash away the sticky blood between his fingers. His face was pale and sadly said: "I didn’t kill anyone before, but I am now It’s easier to kill people than it was in the past. I’ve never been married, but I have to carry a small oil bottle across the Minshan Mountains for thousands of miles. When I look at someone, I think he wants to kill me and grab the oil bottle. Going to be a little wife, do you think I am tired?"

"You are the cause of my tiredness, so I can only become more relaxed if I kill all of you. Only when all the blood in your body is drained will I feel that the blood on my hands is washed away. So you can think of it as a cold-blooded revenge, but sometimes I think it’s more like washing my hands."

Ning Que looked at the dying old man and said, "Use your blood to wash the blood on my hands."

After saying this, he squatted down and picked up the hatchet beside the old man, looked at the old man and said: "As for the question, can you look at the heads of the generals after you arrive in the underworld? Yeah, but I believe that your kind of boring guy who is so stubborn and self-proclaimed that he can’t bother with his loyalty and uses suffering as his atonement must be unable to close his eyes."

He leaned over to the old man’s ear and whispered a word, then clenched the hatchet, cut off the old man’s neck with great skill, stood up, picked up the hat from the rain accumulated in the courtyard, and re Dai turned his head back, opened the courtyard door and walked out.

The rain is still falling in the yard, and the iron workshop in front still hears the sound of iron strikes. There is no one to chop the firewood outside the firewood room. The hatchet is stuck in the old man's neck.

Chen Zixian, former deputy general of Xuanwei General, and now the old craftsman of Chang'an East City Downfalling Iron Fists, stared at the rain falling from the sky. The cold eyes like a fish's belly were full of bleak and desperate emotions, and he couldn't close it, let the rain Hit the eyeball to wash away the blood.

Under the **** umbrella outside the slums, Sang Sang silently looked at the direction of the alley. From the beginning to the present, his posture has not changed. The little feet in old shoes always stand in the same place, and the rain is getting heavier. , Wet her hair and clothes on her left shoulder, but she didn't mean to take a few steps back and hide under the eaves.

The alley was empty, but there were footsteps. She turned her head and saw that Ning Que, wearing a hat, came out of a road crossing on the west side. The cheeks in the shadow of the hat were extremely pale, and she hurriedly He walked up with an umbrella to cover him from the rain, and then quickly left the street while no one noticed.

The second name on the oil-paper list was finally crossed out today. The murdered Chen Zixian was one of the direct murderers in the murder of the General Mansion. However, he returned to Ning Que in the Old Bi Zhai of Lane 47 Lane. , The mood didn't look too good. After drying the rain on his face, he lay on the bed without washing his feet and started sleeping.

These days, he has been tormented in the old days. Both his body and spirit have been weakened to the extreme. Today, killing people in the rain, the broken string in the spirit and spirit collapsed to the extreme, and then suddenly became loose. Coupled with the slight cold spring rain, it will be directly sick on the head of the bed like a spring mountain mud flow and it is difficult to get up again.

The cold body can’t feel too much warmth. Even though Sangsang has already covered him with two quilts, he stared at the newly pasted roof with a lot of paper, and muttered: "You know why I must Do you want to enter the academy? Do you know why I am desperate to stay in the old place? Do you know why I am desperate to step into that world?"

Sangsang was squatting at the door busy making **** soup, ignoring his nonsense that would come once every one and a half years, and had no time to answer his boring questions.

Ning Que turned his head hard, looked at the thin body squatting next to the threshold, and smiled after a long silence: "This question is really a bit of a joke, of course you know... but other people don’t know, like it, actually It’s just the most fragile and powerless reason. It takes so much effort to kill a Yushi and an old blacksmith. If I am still the current me, there are three swords looking at me who is very powerful...How can I be able to kill Xiahou and kill the Prince?"

"Xiahou is too powerful." He turned his head, stared at the newly pasted yellow paper on the roof, and muttered, "How can I kill the peak of martial arts? If I don't embark on the path of cultivation, I will never want to kill in this life. Him."

"His Royal Highness said that if you insist on going to the old place every day, Master, you will have trouble with your body." Sangsang held the hot **** soup, sat on the bedside and helped him up, whispered. : "At that time, I don't know if you can embark on the path of spiritual practice. You will have to die of illness before Xiahou is dead."

Ning Que took the **** soup, licked his lips weakly, and drank one sip, and said in a low voice between drinking, "Hope may be vain, but hope is better than no hope, so you have to work hard. ."

Sangsang looked at him quietly, and suddenly said, "Master, have you ever thought that if Master Haotian really prevents you from setting foot on the path of cultivation, what can you do?"

Ning Que handed her the bowl, wiped the sweat from her forehead weakly, and after a faint smile, he said very slowly and calmly: "If Master Haotian is so bad...Jie Jie, Kouhu, then I must go against the sky."

Kouhu probably means babbling? Sangsang thought that the young master had started intermittent gibberish again, so he flattened him angrily, and then went to wash the dishes to prepare dinner, and ignored him.

In the middle of the night, Ning Que’s nonsense became more, because he had a fever, his pale cheeks were full of unhealthy blushes, and the eyes that opened occasionally were distraught, and from time to time he was covered with yellow paper on the roof. Sangsang's face replied, as if he couldn't focus, his dry and peeling lips were talking hoarse and slightly difficult words.

Bicycle back seat, registration fee, youth palace, hatchet, chocolate, blood. Drag the oil bottle, blood; Minshan, blood; Weicheng, blood; grassland, blood; the general's mansion is all the blood.

"Why? Why?...Why?"

He grasped Sangsang’s cold little hand, but his eyes didn’t know where it fell, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his lips were pursed, the wine vortex was like a sad question mark, his face was full of aggrieved expressions, and he kept talking. With these three words, it looks very pitiful.

Sangsang changed the wet towel on his forehead, put him in his arms, patted his back lightly, and coaxed softly: "Yes, it's all their fault. It has nothing to do with Master. There is no relationship at all, they are all bad guys."

In the early morning, the rain in Chang'an City stopped, and Ning Que's fever subsided. He opened his eyes in a daze, feeling a burning pain in his throat, habitually wanting to call Sangsang pour water. He drank, but found that there was someone next to him, and turned his head to look around, and saw Sangsang Heyi sitting halfway on the bed, not knowing when he had fallen asleep.

I glanced at her apologetically. He tried to get out of bed and pour water by himself, but he still alarmed Sangsang behind him. Sangsang woke up, hurriedly pushed him back on the bed, and jumped off. .

Ning Que looked at her busy back and suddenly said: "Am I quite useless?"

Sangsang handed the tea cup to his lips, tried the temperature, and responded: "Master, you are talking nonsense again."

Ning Que murmured: "I haven't read the Taishang induction article for so many years, but I can't even remember the words in the thin book of Qihai Snow Mountain. Ways to practice, now it’s even so degenerate that you will have to complain and even get sick...it’s really useless."

In the early morning, behind the tall and majestic Zhu wall, in the imperial study room surrounded by different green trees, the emperor of Tang Dynasty, Li Zhongyi, stood in the threshold, staring at the rain dripping on the leaves not far away. The queen had just served him after washing up and eating breakfast. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to visit the Imperial Study Room.

As His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, the only man who made Wanbang surrender, from the eyes of ordinary people, he should have no troubles, but at this time, he silently looked at the garden, his face was obviously a little restless. rather.

"The master has gone to the sky again, and I don’t know when he will come back. Chao Xiaoshu finally slipped away, I don’t know... he will come back."

Li Zhongyi thought about the mentor and friend who had left Chang'an these days, and his mood became more and more heavy. Seeing the morning flowers and wet trees after the rain, Li Zhongyi gradually gave birth to a feeling of loneliness and loneliness, so he lost his life. This is why he came to the Imperial Study Room early in the morning. Only in this undisturbed room can he feel that he can gain true peace.

His Majesty the emperor loves calligraphy. Although he often presents treasures and summons ministers to come to appreciate the calligraphy and painting, no one dares to disturb his quietness without inviting the eunuchs, except for the extremely beloved Queen Empress and the Fourth Princess. The maids clean up this room, and all the stickers are displayed by themselves.

Long sighed and turned his head, he was about to write a few bad words that had always been secretive to express his feelings. Suddenly, his expression condensed slightly, and he noticed that the tilt direction of the books on a certain level of the bookshelf seemed to be different from before.