Meng Xingsoul lay on a big rock, looking up at the bright starry sky.

A meteor streaked by.

He remembered a passage from the man who taught him to use the sword a long time ago:

"When a meteor appears, even an eternal constellation cannot take away its light.

The life of a butterfly is fragile, even more fragile than a brightly colored flower.

But it is always alive in the spring.

It's beautiful, it's free, it's flying.

Its life is short but fragrant.

Only the sword is closer to eternity.

……”

Tonight, he saw a shooting star, so where are the butterflies?

You can't see butterflies at night, especially in such a remote place.

If you want to see it, you can only see ugly bats.

Sure enough, a bat fluttered its wings and flew over his head crookedly.

Meng Xingsoul is a killer, but he doesn't like his identity, and even hates killing.

Whenever he killed someone, he would run back to the lonely cabin and vomit and cry bitterly.

Up to now, he couldn't shed tears, no tears to shed, but every time he saw the sticky plasma stained on the murderous sword, he still had to hide, he couldn't suppress the disgust and nausea that welled up from the bottom of his heart, and he vomited non-stop.

Such a person also deserves to enjoy eternal spring? Also worthy of being a beautiful free-flying butterfly? Can it be as brilliant as a shooting star? This fantasy is simply shameful for a person like him.

Perhaps the ugly bats in the dark of night are worthy of him, either devouring the bugs of the flies and dogs, or biting and sucking the blood of innocent lives.

He will never see the light, and he can only hide in the darkness and be ashamed of himself, which should be his fate.

A person who doesn't like to kill, but has to be a killer, for a person who stabs the blade of the sword into someone else's heart, doesn't feel the blood in his blood, and only has extreme loss and self-denial, living is a kind of torture.

But man does not live to enjoy pleasure, but to endure suffering, because living is only a responsibility, and no one can escape it.

It's like a bat that can't escape eating a disgusting bug or sucking blood.

Nor can he escape murder.

In his hand he held a note with the name of the next person he was going to kill.

He didn't want to kill the man, but he couldn't escape it, so he could only hide himself in the shadows of the night for the time being, like a child who was afraid of taking bitter medicine and hid himself in a quilt.

The dawn gradually appeared in the east, the sky dawned, and as the night passed, the pain of reality in the light also followed with the footsteps of the dawn, like a shadow.

The morning mist shrouded the big stones, and the moist air with the scent of grass in the early morning moistened Meng Xingsoul's cheeks, soothing his headache from the hangover a little, and he cheered up, mustered up his courage, and gritted his teeth to face the day again.

Meng Xingsoul slowly got up from the big stone and slowly walked down the mountain with his feet.

The cottage was next to the maple grove below, and it was already dark, but the lights in the cottage had not been extinguished, and the dim light shone on the pale window paper, and the occasional laughter was heard.

The people in the room obviously did not know that the joy had passed with the night, and the pain of reality had also come with the dawn, and they were still greedy for joy in drunken dreams.

Meng Xingsoul pushed open the door and stood and watched.

There were only four or five people left in the room, four or five people who were almost completely naked, and they were a few young girls who were as beautiful as flowers.

When the girl saw Meng Xingsoul pushing the door in, she got up with a smile and greeted her, completely ignoring the fact that the spring light had already been discharged, and the whiteness trembled in the air.

They laughed happily, completely unaware of the terrible thing it was to betray themselves, these girls were too young to think about the future.

"Where did you slip away, so we can't even drink."

Yu Xing Soul looked at them coldly, these girls were all found by him, and for them, the silver in his bag had flowed out like water.

Half a day ago, he would lie in their arms at night, talking sweet words like a book that even he didn't believe.

Now he just wants to say one word:

"Get out!"

"Alas, happy times are always short-lived."

A voice sighed regretfully.

On the soft couch lay a young man, his naked upper body muscles as sharp and angular as black iron, and his clothes had long since been thrown away.

Meng Xing's memory was a little vague after the hangover, and he vaguely remembered that the man who drank with him last night was not so young, and besides, the man also had a knife, a purple gold fish scale knife.

Even though he couldn't remember the man's face, Meng Xingsoul still remembered the knife, which was much more outstanding than a person.

The man kept the knife in his hand, as if he could leave the knife without clothes, but not without the knife.

But the young man in front of him didn't have a knife.

Meng Xing Soul glanced at him vigilantly and said, "Who are you?" ”

The man smiled: "It seems that you haven't drunk the fragment yet, and the guest you invited has already been sent away by me." ”

Meng Xingsoul didn't understand what the man meant by "fragments", his face sank, uninvited people are often not good!

"You get out too!"

The man's face changed, he jumped up and said coldly: "You'd better control that mouth, the last person who talked to me like this Luo Feng had my face flattened, and he couldn't recognize who he was when he arrived at the Underworld!" ”

Meng Xingsoul smelled a trace of blood, he was very sensitive to the smell of blood, and looked in the direction where the smell came from, a faceless corpse fell in the corner of the wall, the corpse's mouth had turned into a soft piece of meat, no lips, no teeth, no nose.

The Purple Gold Fish Scale Knife was in the hands of the Faceless Corpse.

Meng Xing Soul said: "You killed it?" ”

The man: "Of course. ”

Meng Xingsoul suppressed his anger and said, "Why did you kill him?" ”

The man said: "Because he owes like you, and his mouth is just owed, and he wants to cut me with a knife after two sentences, which is my taboo, so I broke his troublesome mouth." ”

Meng Xing Soul said: "How many people have you killed?" ”

There was a look of confusion in this person's eyes, and he thought seriously for a long time: "Hundreds of thousands? No, the biochemical plague that happened last time wiped out the entire Tartar clan, at least a million, and I really can't count it. ”

Meng Xingsoul stared at him, as if there was an angry flame rushing from the spinal cord to his brain in his body, although this person's words were absurd, Meng Xingsoul intuitively felt that what he said was true!

He felt that killing people was an extremely painful thing, and he couldn't figure out that there were still people in the world who didn't care about killing people as much as eating and drinking!

He hates such people like vipers!

The young man laughed: "Today I don't want to kill people again, but I want to give you a great creation." ”

He suddenly realized that Meng Xingsoul had rushed towards him, but the smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

A cold, hard fist slammed into his face, and he didn't wait for a more violent second punch, not even feeling pain and fear because the punch had already been blocked.

Fingers are cocked up by one.

Middle finger.

This middle finger stood up for a while, shook at Meng Xing's soul, and then bent it slightly, flicking it lightly.

Just like this, Meng Xingsoul lost the strength of his whole body, staggered, and sat on the soft collapse by the ghost, sitting next to the person he hated the most, as if the two of them were good friends who hooked up their shoulders.

The man put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Don't be impulsive, you still don't know the truth of killing people to save the world, I don't care about you, I just want you to listen to me tell a story." ”

Meng Xingsoul didn't want to listen to any stories, but he had to listen to the stories told by a person who could block his fist with one finger, no matter how boring it was, he had to listen to it.

"You can see that you don't like to kill?"

The man only got a response from Meng Xingsoul's indifferent gaze, and he didn't care: "Actually, I don't like to kill people either, so I'll tell you a story about the 'Oath of Not Killing'." ”

The man continued to talk to himself: "Once upon a time, there was a rich young master, his family was extremely wealthy, his father's surname was Wei, known as 'Wei Bancheng'. But one day his parents died, and he was killed in front of him by a robber, who knew that the city they lived in was not a very peaceful place, and that there were more robbers than rats in the gutter. ”

Meng Xingsoul couldn't help but say: "This is really a boring story, did that rich young master later take revenge by practicing martial arts?" ”

"This rich young master did practice martial arts, and he also found the enemy who killed his parents back then, but he didn't kill him."

"Why?"

Meng Xingsoul couldn't figure out why someone could let go of killing his father's enemy, even if he hated killing, but if someone killed Boss Gao in front of him, he would never let that person go.

"Because the rich young master swore an oath not to kill. He later became a hero, I don't know how many Jiang Yang thieves broke in his hands and asked him to tie up and send him to the official, but no one was killed by him himself. ”

Meng Xing Soul said: "In this world, what is the difference between sending the official and directly releasing it?" ”

"That's right, those Jiangyang thieves really came out of prison not long after, or escaped, or asked a lawyer, or bought the county master to release him directly, and then they went to find the hero to take revenge, wanting to put him to death."

Meng Xingsoul sighed and said, "That hero must have died miserably in the end. ”

The man smiled, shook his head and said, "He didn't die, those Jiangyang thieves who looked for him to take revenge were defeated by him again and sent back to prison." ”

Meng Xingsoul said: "So that hero's martial arts are very high. ”

The man shook his head: "That hero's martial arts are probably not as high as yours." ”

Meng Xing Soul said: "This is impossible! ”

The man said: "When the people in the martial arts heard that Xiao Li Tanhua defeated Shangguan Jinhong, they also said the same. ”

Meng Xingsoul suddenly said: "That is, the Jiangyang thieves have very poor martial arts. ”

"The enemies of that hero are all the top players in the rivers and lakes, among them is a madman known as the 'Northern Ugly', who is good at using hidden weapons and organs, and his shots are extremely vicious, which makes people unguardable, and he has many tricks and omissions, and he plays with the government and rivers and lakes in the palm of his hand;

Meng Xingsoul shook his head again and again: "I will definitely die if I face this kind of character, how can people who are worse than my martial arts repeatedly capture them, this is more difficult than killing them!" ”

"These villains are also characters? It's just ants! The strongest enemy this hero has ever faced is the martial arts myth known as the 'God of the World'! ”

Meng Xing's soul is in full swing, he has the wrong name, he doesn't have the wrong nickname, a person can be called the "god of the world", so how amazing should his martial arts be?

"The 'god of the world' martial arts have been channeled, light skills can fly to the sky, hard skills to not mention the bow and crossbow, that is, the trebuchet smashed the boulder in the past like a mosquito and fly bite, the speed of the shot is faster than the light, you haven't seen it, you have already been hit, a punch to the city wall collapsed, the building was destroyed, a foot down, the earthquake trembled, the earth and stone surged!"

Meng Xingsoul's heart shook when he heard this, but he didn't believe it, can there be people in the world whose martial arts are so high? This is no longer a human being, but I am afraid that it is even more powerful than the land true immortals, no wonder it is called "the god of the world".

He couldn't help but ask: "The 'Wei' hero you said was worse than my martial arts to win the 'God of the World'?" ”

"He didn't win, but he didn't lose either. After 300 rounds of the battle between the two, the hero cherishes the hero, does not fight or make a deal, and becomes a close friend who can trust each other in life and death. ”

The man said: "In addition, the hero's surname is Bu, not Wei." ”

"Isn't his father's surname Wei?"

"Don't pay attention to these details, that hero's surname is Bu, his name is Ruth. The people of the rivers and lakes gave him a nickname - Batman. ”

Batman?

An oath not to kill?

Meng Xingsoul's heart moved, as if he felt his fate line tremble slightly, and slipped to another unknown direction, could it be that the bat he saw last night was actually a kind of heavenly foreshadowing?