"What about you, Zhao Wuhuang?" Fan Wujiu's figure became increasingly hazy under the pouring rain:
"Why are you obsessed with killing Yue Bufan?"
Zhao Wujiang had a gentle smile and deep eyebrows:
"Senior, you misunderstood.
I'm not obsessed with getting rid of him.
He doesn't deserve to be my obsession, he is just a stumbling block in my life.
I want to kill him, just want to, just want to, that's all. "
Fan Wujiu shook his head, and slowly picked up Xie Bi'an, who was still recovering from the collapse of his mind. He raised his hand and grabbed it into the rain curtain. The souls of Dong Ning and Xie Chensu were swallowed into a dark hole.
The figures of Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an also disappeared in the pouring rain, leaving only Fan Wujiu's emotional words:
"Zhao Wuyang, I have noticed you since you met Brother Qi.
Liu Qianzi found your soul, which is rootless and attached to the demon pill.
Just now, I have carefully observed you several times.
Brother Qi and I have seen countless souls in the world, and this is the first time we met a soul like yours.
It's obviously incomplete, but it's full and complete at the same time. It's obvious that the tree's chakras only live for more than twenty years, but why can I feel that your soul has spanned a long time?
Since you were not attracted to Youdu by your own obsession, then whose obsession were you attracted by?
Or are you simply a remnant soul who is obsessed with it and is completely unaware of it? "
Fan Wujiu's voice echoed in the misty rain. Zhao Wujiang was soaked to the skin, but his smile remained the same, and his eyes were distant.
He reached out and took out the hatchet from his waist, and walked slowly towards Zhu Jing's remaining soul in the world.
Did someone really want to tell the reminder something to imply to him, or was someone trying to deliberately lead him into the situation?
Countless pictures flashed in his mind, and he guessed many possibilities about himself, but he was determined.
What he sees and feels now is not the collapse of the Great Xia Dynasty, the destruction of the world, a revolving door of memories or hallucinations before his own death.
He also doesn’t know whose reincarnation, whose soul is wandering in the world, or whose obsession is lingering in the world.
He is him, he is Zhao Wujiang!
Real existence.
So he chose not to take shelter from the rain or hold an umbrella, letting the heavy rain chill his bones and truly feel his own existence.
Zhu Jing squatted in the pouring rain, kept muttering "Yue Lang", kept apologizing to herself, saying something like "Yue Lang, what did I do wrong? You have to kill me with your own hands", "I will change, I will change" and so on. if.
Zhao Wujiang has determined what happened to Zhu Jing of the Divine Demon Sect. He was probably deceived by Yue Bufan and finally silenced by Yue Bufan.
All are victims.
But Zhao Wujiang has no mercy at all. There are two different things between helping a victim who is to blame for his abuse and being an innocent victim.
Zhao Wujiang had already learned from the Qilin Demon Lord when he left Qingqiu what happened next in the Demon Gate Lock Demon Tower.
He didn't have much affection for the Divine Demon Sect, but he had some respect for Wu Dahai.
Wu Dahai finally let Zhu Jing go.
Zhu Jing was silenced, and now only the remnants of her obsession remain.
But Zhao Wujiang had no intention of letting her go.
Zhao Wujiang was not going to let go of anyone who helped the tyrants.
He raised his hand and dropped his sword.
The remaining souls dissipated in the heavy rain.
All for the sake of reckoning.
The hatchet fell to the ground with a clang, and the rain washed away the rust, trickling like a yellow spring.
Zhao Wujiang walked towards Wangchuan. He wanted to scoop up a ladle of Wangchuan water, and then leave, crossing Youdu, arriving at Tianbaozhou, looking for old friends, entering the secret realm of Daolian, fighting for opportunities, shaping the lotus body, and stepping into the venerable state. , step by step, liquidate one by one.
In the heavy rain, thousands of ghosts were walking around in the broad daylight. He was mixed among the ghosts and ghosts, and he was colder than the ghosts and more seductive than the ghosts.
He is a hurried person under the rain, and he is a dead man in a collapsed world.
He is a rootless soul, a person lingering on his last breath, and even more so, a disaster that is coming back from the ashes.
