There is heavy snow and dim light.
The middle-aged man lay limp in the yellow soup, making strange and frightening screams from his mouth.
The old wonton man was smoking a dry cigarette, and he was not afraid. He seemed to have lived a long life. He had seen many such scenes.
Or maybe it's because I'm really old, I don't have a few good years to live, and I don't have to worry about sudden death.
Ye Qingtian, the steward of the City Lord's Mansion, opened his eyes angrily, and his body became more and more shriveled up until he turned into ashes and disappeared into the hands of the shadow.
"ah!"
"ah."
"Ahhhhhh." Ye Hei screamed in fear. He wanted to beg for mercy, but he was so scared that he couldn't speak. He could only keep ahhhhhhh.
"Kill him, and you can leave here and go where you want to go." Zhao Wujiang's evil spirit slowly faded away. He smiled gently and spoke softly to the young man.
In front of the boy's eyes, the wind and snow condensed into a crystal clear ice blade.
The young man's outstretched hand was shaking violently, his face was full of sorrow, and his teeth were bleeding from his lips.
Zhao Wujiang did not urge or say anything more, but watched quietly.
The old man who made Wonton puffed his pipe, and then took a deep breath.
Time was passing, and the young man suddenly grasped the biting ice blade and walked towards the bloated middle-aged man, trembling.
"Ah ah ah." The middle-aged man was horrified and kept screaming in terror.
"Ah!" The young man roared angrily and slashed with his sword.
"Pfft!"
This knife struck the middle-aged man Ye Hei, and blood spurted out in an instant, dripping in the snow.
"Ah!" Ye Hei roared in pain, and the next moment, an ice knife pierced his throat, and the tip of the knife pierced out from the neck behind his head.
Ye Hei fell to the ground, with a "boom" sound and heavy wind and snow.
"Uh..." The young man who had killed his enemy had his hands covered with blood. He fell to his knees with tears on his face. He kept retching, and saliva and blood kept dripping from the corners of his mouth.
"Uh uh..."
The wind and snow whined, and the young man leaned over and cried bitterly.
Zhao Wujiang placed a talisman and a storage bag on the small table and stood up slowly:
“No matter where you want to go or what you want to do in the future, these things can help you to a certain extent.”
The young man slowly stopped crying and looked over with a red and swollen face. He looked at the man beside the small table with a warm light in the wind and snow:
"Old... um... um... sir, why do you want to help me?"
Zhao Wujiang put down the wonton coins on the small table again, with a deep look in his eyes:
"This broken world owes you this."
He tightened his clothes and walked slowly into the wind and snow towards the city lord's mansion.
The young man chased after him:
"My benefactor, my name is Ning Ye, can I know your name? I will repay your kindness one day!"
Zhao Wujiang did not look back, and only said one sentence slowly drifting towards the young man in the wind and snow:
"If you get better one day, remember to help other people who are suffering. This will be my greatest thank you."
The wonton old man slowly exhaled a puff of green smoke and smiled softly, with a look of relief on his face.
The young man stood there blankly, with tears in his eyes, watching the tall figure disappear into the wind and snow.
After a long time, he thanked the old man Wonton, picked up the storage bag and talisman, and walked towards another darkness.
The wind and snow swallowed up his figure and buried his way out.
The old man of Chaos was smoking, standing alone in the only dim light on this long street.
The old man's old eyes were no longer cloudy or dull, but gradually blurred. In the blink of an eye, his eyes were filled with new eyes, and time was flowing in his eyes for thousands of years.
The old man seemed to see many years later, a continuous war, the world was devastated, and all living things were completely defeated.
The young man was guarding a temple, standing in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, covered in blood, still holding on to the large purple gold inlaid with sapphire color.
Facing the powerful men in the sky, he used up the last ray of light in his life and glared at the enemies with high spirits:
"I was born in a humble age, and my destiny is like a stubborn stone. No matter what disasters come from the sky, although I die, my teacher's way will last forever in the world and will be immortal from ancient times!"
His eyes opened angrily until he died silently. He was finally out of danger and left the miserable world.
He stood tall and straight, like the pine-like figure that walked towards the city lord's mansion many years ago.
He clutched the big banner tightly.
The overwhelming crowd of lost people, betrayers, and compromisers rushed toward the temple behind him.
Inside the temple, stands a faceless golden body.
Behind the golden body, there are miserable creatures hiding.
Some children were so frightened that they cried.
An old man angrily scolded God for being unfair.
The wails of the creatures echoed in the temple.
Some people prayed silently and recited prayers.
"Master Demon God, please wake up, look at this world, and save us all."
