The Spirit Sword has no substance, and can only be vaguely discerned. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But at this moment, He Qing could clearly feel that the blade of the sword, which was as sharp as clay and invincible, penetrated the human skull fiercely at this moment, bringing out a slight sense of stagnation.

Her eyes widened and she looked at the familiar old man in front of her in surprise, his eyes full of incredulity.

-- It's ridiculous.

Just now, she was ashamed to say that she had never killed any innocent person. But in the blink of an eye, he buried the life of an old man with his own hands. Although the village chief is not a very good person, he has also sought a lot of personal interests for himself, and has a natural prejudice against men and women...... But in any case, these shortcomings cannot be used as an excuse for his life.

Red blood dripped down his forehead, across his furrowed face, across the tip of his nose, and then wet his beard...... In the end, they slowly gathered together, and with a "click", they fell on Feng Cheng, who was still holding his shirt and kneeling on the ground below. made this man, who was once greedy for life and afraid of death, couldn't help but widen his eyes at this moment.

"Dad......"

The green tendons on Feng Cheng's forehead were beating sharply inch by inch, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, and after several changes in his eyes, he was finally frozen in a pair of eyes full of sorrow.

The blade of the spiritual sword can be long or short, and He Qing shot out angrily, and the sword was pierced directly from the center of the village chief's eyebrows to the back occipital bone.

After all, the mortal body did not have the slightest ability to resist this spiritual power sword.

The village chief's chapped lips opened and closed slightly, his eyes were wide open, and at the moment when He Qing's spiritual power dissipated, he finally fell directly to the ground.

He was already breathless.

Feng Cheng stretched out his hands and firmly held the rickety old man who had fallen down in his arms.

"Dad, Dad...... I'm sorry, I'm not worth it, he doesn't deserve it......"

His expression was pained, and his eyes were full of pain.

"You already knew...... I'm not actually your son, am I? I'm sorry...... If only I could have stopped him sooner......"

There are some things, hidden in the bits and pieces of daily life, only at such a moment, can people finally find it out from the corner of neglected memory.

Feng Cheng vaguely remembered that whenever he was able to control his body, what he put in front of him was always the light food he loved to eat, not the heavy taste of the original Feng Cheng.

Occasionally, when he saw the old man's eyes, he would be moved by his caution, even though he knew that his son didn't look right, but he didn't dare to ask questions for fear of disturbing something. Until his death, Feng Cheng didn't figure out what such an old father who hid everything in his heart, what did he think of him in his heart?

However, no matter how he looked at it, he and Feng Cheng had been entangled for nearly twenty years. In the past 20 years, the village chief did not dare to ask questions without authorization, for fear of affecting the relationship with his children. And he himself has really regarded himself as Feng Cheng. This is his father, who took good care of him every day when he was crippled......

This demeanor has changed too much from just now, He Qing's fingers trembled, she looked at Feng Cheng, and shouted hesitantly: "Uncle Feng." ”

But then, she straightened her back again.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Feng. ”

"Don't say sorry. ”

Feng Cheng shook his head and calmly placed the old man with blood marks on his eyebrows on the ground.

"Ah Qing, I know in my heart that I don't blame you. He just wanted to save his son's life. If I want to blame it, I can only blame myself...... If I hadn't possessed Feng Cheng back then, he wouldn't have obtained these memories, and he wouldn't have committed such a heap of crimes because of his memories that drove his beastly nature. ”

"And I, confined to my own selfishness, did not want to stop him. ”

He looked up at He Qing, who looked nervous, with a strong bitterness in his smile.

"You're right, people like us are really not as good as animals. His own father died......"

As he spoke, he clutched the placket of his chest tightly, and his heart ached: "...... But the heart beating in my chest, I didn't feel half reluctant. Feng Cheng, Feng Cheng ......"

"I'm sorry for him," Feng Cheng stretched out his fingers and carefully brushed away the clumped beard, cautiously.

"It's the price I have to pay for doing something wrong, the only difference is that someone has taken it for me. Or rather, to bear it for him...... Ah Qing, kill me! I never want to feel the feeling of being driven by instinct again. ”

He Qing listened to him quietly, but shook his head at this moment. She stepped forward and said to Feng Cheng: "Even if it is a mistake, I killed the person, the village chief has never done any great evil in his life, he loves his children, just like all blind and great fathers in the world." I should have thought of making such a choice. ”

It's just that the corners of her mouth are a little bitter, but her eyes are clear, and she already has an answer in her heart.

"I am responsible for my own mistakes. However, if I am selfish, I probably can't do it with my life. When this matter is resolved, I will cultivate myself, ask for a hundred spiritual fires from the child, escort his soul into samsara, and bless him in the next life, peace, joy, and disaster-free. ”

"No, I don't have to. ”

Feng Cheng's voice came, and he seemed to be very calm.

"Ah Qing, you can see everyone's sins clearly, but you may not be able to see people's hearts. The village chief is so old this year, can he not know what real vole meat looks like...... He just felt too sorry for his child, so he didn't dare to say it despite his suspicions. ”

"His business has nothing to do with you. You don't have to do anything for him either. If we make such a mistake, if we can still be safe and happy in the next life, and we will have no worries in life. I'm afraid there are no really good people in this world. ”

After he finished speaking, regardless of He Qing's shocked expression, he slowly straightened his unconscious legs with difficulty, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed quietly to the poor and pathetic father who died.

Then he fell prostrate on the ground, not weeping, not so sad that he could not control himself.

However, He Qing understood that he had made the final preparations.

This time, He Qing, who had a little burden in his heart, suppressed the feeling of dullness. She didn't use the spiritual sword anymore, and slowly stepped forward, kneeling beside the old man. The slender white and slender fingers slowly stretched out to Feng Cheng's back, in the center of his spine, and her palm slowly emitted a soft aura.

However, at the moment when she was about to make a move, Feng Cheng, who was crawling on the ground, suddenly rolled and flipped over from the ground.