(Reading this chapter can be paired with the BGM of "The Lonely Warrior".)
"Crazy, you are really crazy!"
"Do you know how painful it is to cultivate Zhang Ziliang's sword skills?"
"Not everyone can bear it. You are killing them, do you understand?"
"Even if they achieve something, they still can't display the magnificence of Zhang Ziliang's sword, because his sword brings the general trend of the world, the destiny of the human race, the sun, the moon, the mountains and rivers!"
"It's inimitable!"
Li Xinghe looked at Zhao Hai as if he were looking at a madman.
A complete lunatic.
But Zhao Hai just looked at Li Xinghe expressionlessly, and said quietly: "Then according to what you said about Huairou, one step at a time, how far will they be able to achieve in a year and a half?"
"Can you hurt the king, ancestor?"
"How many can survive?"
"Since the final result is still the destruction of the group, why not maximize the benefits?"
...
Listening to Zhao Hai's cold voice, Li Xinghe fell silent and sat down on the sofa, his hair a little messy. At this moment, he really looked like an old man in his twilight years, full of twilight energy.
After a long time, Li Xinghe slowly spoke, but this time his voice had become very hoarse.
"you are right..."
"According to your plan, they... they might be able to really hurt the Buddha. In the worst case, they can even kill two of the Six Imperial Guards."
"but..."
"They could have faced the pain of death a year and a half later, instead of spending the last part of their lives in torment, pain, and wailing."
Li Xinghe's voice became deeper and deeper, and his cloudy eyes turned red.
Zhao Hai finally stood up from the chair, looked at Li Xinghe not far away, and let out a sigh: "I am so lucky to have you in this prosperous age."
"With you in troubled times, I don't know the blessings or the misfortunes."
"What are you pursuing, do you want them to spend their last years happily, or do you want to bring them peace and tranquility?"
"All the eves of dawn are silent darkness."
"Until a ray of dawn breaks through the sky and brings light, who will pay attention to the corpses left in the dark night, like the ocean of blood?"
"As long as the people standing in the sun at the end are clean and pure, that's enough."
"As for us guys with blood-stained hands and full of murderous thoughts, we will naturally disappear with the darkness when the time comes, so... why should we care about this? I... it's not like this."
"So, maybe this is why Zhang Ziliang chose you."
Zhao Hai seemed to want to pat Li Xinghe on the shoulder, but he didn't know what he thought of. Zhao Hai looked at his hands and finally retracted.
"What you represent is absolute purity."
"You...are the light."
"Be honest and upright, possess the aura of kingship, stand before the human race, be respected by the world, and create true justice."
"These darkness, these bloodshed...you shouldn't ask, and you shouldn't know."
"That's why I never wanted to tell you."
"Don't think that you don't care about this position. You are willing to sacrifice for the human race. You also dare to walk in the darkness."
"There are already too many people in the darkness, too many to stand."
"But the only thing left under the sun is you, do you understand?"
"Your burden is the heaviest!"
"If we fail, all is lost, but if we win...you represent the future."
"So...go back and don't come to my office again."
It was rare that Zhao Hai said so many words at once, and Li Xinghe fell completely silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a long time...
Li Xinghe took a deep breath: "The style of these words is like Zhang Ziliang."
Zhao Hai nodded naturally: "What Zhang Ziliang said to me when he was sitting in the wheelchair outside Shangjing City before he drew the sword, let me tell you when you are confused."
"understood."
Li Xinghe smiled. At this moment, his smile was full of bitterness, self-blame, and annoyance.
He stood up in a daze, like a dying corpse, looking like he had completely lost his soul.
But soon, he carefully arranged his messy hair and clothes in front of the mirror, and finally revealed a sunny, majestic, and slightly charitable smile.
this...
He is the leader of the Tian group.
He looks like a waste and can't help much. He just messes around with trivial things among the people every day.
Not very capable.
but...
Loved by the people.
As long as Li Xinghe is still there, as long as there is no stain on Li Xinghe, he will be the light of the human race and stick to the bottom line of the human race.
"after..."
"I won't ask again, and I won't come again."
"This time, I was the one impulsive."
Li Xinghe looked at Zhao Hai solemnly and said every word seriously.
As the words fell, he looked at Zhao Hai, leaning on crutches, bowing to Zhao Hai seriously.
"Human race, I leave it to you."
"You guys...have worked hard."
After saying that, Li Xinghe turned around and strode away without hesitation. The moment he left the house, his smile returned to his face, as warm as the spring breeze.
Every passing investigator and staff member would stop and say hello when they saw Li Xinghe.
Their eyes were filled with respect for Li Xinghe.
Li Xinghe can have stains.
But the leader of the human race, the leader of the Tian group, cannot have one.
This is also the reason why Wang Ye isolates himself on the edge of the Tianzhu, and rarely even comes to the cities of the Tianzhu, and spends most of his time hiding in his God Burial City.
They are all people walking in the dark.
Zhao Hai is, Wang Ye is, Wang Qiang is, and thousands of investigators are.
They can die for the human race.
They can be heroes and martyrs.
However, there is still an invisible and intangible barrier between them and the human race. From the day they awaken, they already belong to two different worlds from the common people.
Darkness is theirs.
Peace and prosperity belong to the common people.
This is the naked reality.
…
After Li Xinghe left, Zhao Hai rarely returned to his seat. Instead, he came to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the city.
If I remember correctly...
Zhang Ziliang's favorite place to be was this position.
At a certain moment, in the same position, under the sunlight, it was unclear whether the person standing there was Zhao Hai, Zhang Ziliang, or thousands of other people with blood-stained hands.
perhaps...
They have a common title, Lonely Warrior.
