At this moment, Feng seemed to be in a difficult situation.
It was like an invisible giant hand was pressing him down from top to bottom. He took a few steps forward, his legs seemed to be tied with sandbags, and the weight gradually increased, making his steps slower and sluggish. The weight was not only exerted on his legs, but also on his waist, back, shoulders, and head... In the end, his legs were overwhelmed and he fell to the ground.
He stretched out his hand as if to grab something that didn't exist in front of him. So what exactly is it? No one knows, just as no one knows why he is fighting. Should the title of killing define everything about him? So what does his sad past count for? Xie Zhe felt an indescribable sadness. Deep down, he admitted, he felt for the innocent child. Who wouldn't feel pity if they heard a story like his? But no one knows—no more, no one anymore.
People only remember his killing...even though Liu Dao Impermanence tried his best to "cover up" it for him. Many people died at his hands, too many to count. Just the army of the dead who had been saved by the Buddha's light in front of them was an eye-popping figure. Yes, the evil deeds he committed are undeniable and irrecoverable, and his sins will not be downplayed or whitewashed because of his past.
But...
Han Zhang seemed to have recovered some consciousness from the dizziness. He grabbed Xie Zhe's shoulders, and Xie Zhe immediately supported him. The two of them looked at the child on the ground at the same time. At this moment, he really looked like an autumn maple leaf, thin, fragile, and falling there softly. Compared to the layers of golden light flowing down from high places, his weak body seemed to be crushed by this power at any time.
He leaned over and screamed, deafeningly. The sound didn't seem to come from the open space in front of me, but erupted from deeper underground, competing with the brilliance falling from the sky. But the result was obvious. The disparity in strength did not allow him to make any resistance. The beast-like image just now was stripped away from his body, leaving only an empty shell like a cicada.
He is really pitiful. Even Han Chang couldn't help but want to express such emotion, but of course he was not stupid enough to plead for mercy. After all, evil angels are evil angels. I'm afraid that what they didn't see, what the evil envoy of killing had done, was already considered the most harmful situation among the ten evils. They are all in the early stages of forming, but once they start to branch out, their speed will become faster and faster, and the situation will get out of control in an instant. The entire arena was crumbling in the wind and rain. This was a scene no one wanted to see.
Therefore, the only way to control him is now, and every trace of mercy must be abandoned. If you are soft-hearted for a moment, you may never have such an opportunity again, and the world will be in greater and more obvious danger.
Will he really die? This worry is of course unnecessary... because there should be no need to worry at all. He must die, must be eradicated, must be uprooted, must be utterly destroyed.
Feng's screams, Feng's cries, Feng's hysteria - none of this can change any of the status quo. To him, the truth was so cruel. The so-called Buddha Dharma is boundless, and the power he fights against is far more than just a mere six-path impermanence.
His voice grew weaker.
The stream of light from the sky pierces the thick clouds and dissolves them into a dazzling color. Those lights, those lights like mountains, lights like the sea, lights like thousands of Buddha statues, poured down heavily. They all pressed down and completely penetrated Feng's small body. His body was glowing, really like a golden cicada.
"he……"
He has no voice anymore. Xie Zhe blurted out subconsciously, but Mutue-kun didn't react at all.
"Your kindness is a gift given to you by the Buddha."
The voice of these words was obviously so gentle, but Xie Zhe felt a subtle discomfort. What exactly is... why? He won't be able to figure it out for a while. But Mutsuki-kun raised the hand wearing the white bracelet and faced Kaede, who was no longer moving on the ground. Is he still alive? From this distance, no one could be sure whether he was alive or dead, but he certainly didn't look like he was asleep.
"I'll borrow this power and try... Alas, it's hard to guarantee everything. It depends on luck."
Golden lines appeared on those pure white beads. They had been there before, and now they were glowing faintly. There was no tangible connection between Mutsuki-kun's hand and Kaede, but Mutsuki-kun's hand was clearly trembling slightly. It was as if that invisible power had been transferred to Mutsuki-kun's arm. The light in the sky has become much weaker, as if the remaining parts that have not yet dispersed are still wandering around - otherwise the brilliance on the clam would be completely obscured.
But his hands were shaking more and more... Soon, Mutsuki-kun's fingertips began to turn black, which made them very uneasy. It felt like Mutsuki-kun was interceding with some huge and invisible force, and the other party's anger for evil deeds was exerted on him. The black color spread from his fingertips and gradually spread over the entire palm, as if it had been scorched by transparent flames. The parts eroded by black also have strange cracks, such as rough tree trunks. But Mutsuki-kun didn't even blink, as if he couldn't feel any pain.
How could he not be in pain? How can it be? Xie Zhe knew very well that he was just hiding this discomfort. Thousands of years ago, when he was an ordinary ascetic, he was tortured by all kinds of physical suffering. As time passed, he stood firm in the wind and rain, weathered, and had no idea of the vicissitudes of the sea - he was also the sea and the field. This level of pain is, for the most part, insignificant.
boom!
A strong push pushed Mutsuki-kun out. The two of them quickly ran over and helped him up. They noticed that the black marks on his hands spread to his wrists and then disappeared, ending neatly at the area covered by clams.
"Are you okay?!"
"……Well."
Mutsuki-kun stood up staggeringly. His blackened hand began to disintegrate—disintegrate into fine dust. His expression remained unchanged, and he even calmly stretched out his other hand and picked up the fallen clam. When he lowered his arms again, the sleeves seemed loose. They didn't know how long it would take for Mutsuki-kun to recover from such an injury.
"It doesn't matter, let's go see him." Mutsuki-kun pointed at Feng while holding a clam, "I wonder how that child... is doing."
Xie Zhe didn't move, so Han Chang stood up and went to check. Xie Zhe hesitated, wanting to tell him to be careful, but in the end he felt it was not necessary. He had a feeling that this matter had been settled and there would be no change.
Han Chang stepped forward and tried to pull him up. It's so strange... He is obviously a child, but why is he so heavy? He glanced around and saw the extremely heavy blood-cut throat lying quietly on the ground. Then he shouldn't be like this...why is this? He pulled harder, but the child remained motionless, as if fixed to the ground. People who are in a deep coma or dead will appear too heavy because their bodies cannot provide any support, but Han Chang feels that this is obviously not right.
He leaned down and saw Feng's white and slightly yellow face. He was very familiar with it, this was what people looked like when they had just died.
He simply stretched out his fingers and touched his face lightly. It was very stiff and without any warmth, as if he had been dead for a long time - maybe as a monster, he still had this kind of body temperature even if he was alive. I tried Feng's breath again, but I didn't feel any airflow. Then Han Chang moved his fingers to his carotid artery and applied slight pressure, only to find that it was as hard as fossil and could not touch his pulse.
He is really dead.
Han Chang straightened up and looked at Xie Zhe with an indescribable look. With just a look, Xie Zhe immediately understood what he had not said and did not dare to say. He glanced at Mutsuki-kun and then helped him walk over there. Mutsuki-kun looked at the child's curled up body and remained silent for a while. He tried, they all knew, but he failed.
He failed to save his life.
The originally massive army has disappeared. The deceased disappeared completely, as if they had never existed. The survivors lay on the ground, temporarily unconscious. In such a situation, I am afraid that I will have to ask the town behind me or even the city further away for help. I hope the local officials will not be so unreasonable.
The sky is dim yellow, not just because of the fall of dusk.
The sky is warm, the clouds are warm, and the setting sun is warm. Today's sunset is more magnificent and more gorgeous than any other day. The remaining brilliance still fills the sky, like a burst of tangible smoke, and I don't know when it will dissipate. It witnessed everything and announced the end of everything. But it's always so quiet.
"We...shouldn't put him here." Xie Zhe said with difficulty.
"Then - then we have to find a way, alas." Hanshang sighed, "Where is his hometown? Should we, should we, prepare a decent funeral? For humans, doing so seems to make sense. of."
But Mutsuki-kun said: "No need. Those places are all constraints for him. He should not sleep in his hometown, nor should he sleep here. He should... go where he should go."
Feng just curled up like this, nestling there like a snail hiding in its shell, trying to resist the pressure of the whole world. But he is also like a fetus in swaddling clothes, or even in the mother's womb. This land is not his breeding ground.
He owes the world too much, and the world repays him too little.
Mutsuki-kun slowly raised his tin staff. The tip of the staff lightly tapped the curled-up Feng's head. What they heard was a dull sound, like knocking a stone, and even his hair became so stiff. A heavy weight of sins piled upon him, reshaping his young body. This action made it impossible for Xie Zhe to see the child's expression clearly - he didn't even have the guts to guess.
A small crack appeared where it came into contact with the tin rod. The cracks began to spread, gradually covering his entire body. He--it cracked and made a small clicking sound. The cracks gradually widened and light scrambled to escape its body. Then, its stone-like shell shattered completely, turning into pale dust and drifting away.
Xie Zhe saw in a trance that the outline of a human figure lifted up briskly from inside. It is like a ball of air, a burst of light, an indescribable existence. Xie Zhe has seen many ghosts and monsters, but never such a light and clean soul.
It slowly broke away from the disintegrated body and headed towards the high sky. It doesn't seem to have much nostalgia for this earth, as if it was not born to be a creature of the earth. A dust net trapped it. Now that the shackles are lifted, it can finally return to where it came from.
It runs towards the sun.
