The mysterious old man's soul torture left Duanwu unable to answer for a while.
It is only natural that the murderer must pay for his life. But now, these people have fallen into the hands of the devils, and they are determined to kill the devils.
It is obviously unrealistic to bring them to justice at this time. But if we let it go, who can give them an explanation for those who died in vain?
But seeing Duanwu who was lost in thought, the old man sneered: "So in this world, there is no right or wrong at all, and there are no people who must be saved. Because everyone deserves to die."
"Wrong, maybe I can't answer what senior said before. But I don't agree with the statement that everyone deserves to die.
People may be divided into high and low status, good and bad, good and evil, but definitely not everyone deserves to die.
We have to believe that most people are kind and those who do evil are only a minority.
There are 400 million compatriots in China, and it is unrealistic to say that they are all good people. But to say that they are all bad people is too far-fetched.
So if senior wants to save people, I welcome it. But if you just want to be safe, then I won’t force it. "
Duan Wu retorted verbally, but stopped short because he didn't want to anger the other party. Because there are all kinds of wonders in the world, not to mention it was still in the Republic of China era when martial arts was strong.
Some people may ask, why was the martial arts society so strong during the Republic of China?
The reason is simple, because every time martial arts flourishes, it will appear in times of war.
In times of war, everyone is in danger, so practicing martial arts to strengthen your body and protecting yourself is a top priority.
So whether it is intentional or forced, everyone will learn to use two hands to protect themselves.
And if there is peace, who will think about practicing martial arts for self-defense?
Therefore, Dragon Boat Festival does not have such a narrow vision. As a special soldier, he thinks he is invincible. There is no intention of looking down on those martial arts practitioners in the Republic of China.
In line with the principle of not offending if you can, Dragon Boat Festival only ends when the time comes. But he didn't want to think about the other party, but he was already angry, and he shouted loudly: "It's so stupid. I think back then, I was just like you, caring about the world. It was my duty to save the common people. But what happens now? I'm not rotting here like a puddle of mud. In the Shama shop?"
Duanwu felt that the other party might be a person with a story, but the other party's voice was too high.
Fortunately, the Japanese haven't launched a search yet. They are setting up full defense in Shama Store.
But this is not good news, because once the enemy's defense is completed, he will have even less room to deal with it.
So he planned to leave with the fainting warrior, not to mention that the other party had no intention of helping him. And the other party’s motives are unknown.
I just didn't want him to leave, but the strange old man didn't agree.
Duanwu went to help someone, but the old man grabbed his hand.
Duanwu said: "I have no intention of being an enemy of my seniors. And even if my seniors have any dissatisfaction, please wait until I kill the Japs before talking about it. The Japs are a foreign race, but we are all Chinese."
The old man sneered: "Hey, hey, don't you want to kill someone? And if you want to kill someone, you have to learn killing skills. Don't you want to learn it? Hahaha!"
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Dragon Boat Festival was speechless. Only then did he understand why the weird old man in front of him led him into the house first and said some crazy things. It turned out that he wanted to accept him as his disciple.
It's just that the other party doesn't behave like a good person. If he threatens her with any conditions again, the other party will take advantage of him.
So Duanwu refused: "I appreciate the kindness of my predecessors. At this time, the enemy is facing us, and I really don't have the energy to learn from him."
Dragon Boat Festival still wanted to leave, but the old man grabbed Dragon Boat Festival's wrist and wouldn't let go. Duan Wu wanted to break free, but he felt that this seemingly skinny old man was surprisingly strong. The hand clamped Duan Wu's wrist like a vise.
This was the first time Duanwu had encountered this kind of thing. After time travel, the owner of his body had a good foundation. This makes him more capable in battle. Even if he met a master of swordsmanship like Takeshita Shun, he would not be inferior in terms of strength.
But at this moment, he felt real power.
The old man in front of him is definitely not as simple as he brags, and he will not say that young people do not have martial ethics. The fact that he is already over seventy years old and has gray hair still has such strength at this time is enough to explain everything.
However, the superiority in strength alone cannot defeat Dragon Boat Festival.
What's more, the stronger the opponent, the stronger Dragon Boat Festival will be.
He had never encountered a true master like the old man in front of him before. His speed advantage was suppressed by the opponent, and he was even inferior to the opponent in terms of strength.
And in this case, it was time for him to work hard to break through himself.
Be strong when you are strong. This is the principle of the Dragon Boat Festival and the principle of all special forces.
How special forces become stronger is by constantly defeating their opponents, and even if they fail, they will learn from them.
The Dragon Boat Festival is one of the best.
If the strength is not as good, then use his best grappling hand.
Duan Wu quickly grabbed the old man's wrist, and pushed the old man back with his right hand, causing the old man's wrist to make anti-joint movements.
The old man was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Dragon Boat Festival's moves were a bit weird.
But he didn't panic at all, he just sneered and grabbed Duanwu's left wrist with his left hand. This is equivalent to Duanwu's hands being grabbed by him.
"Hey, hey, little bastard, how are you?"
The old man sneered, but Duanwu ignored him at all. He tilted his right elbow and continued to attack the old man.
The old man's left elbow was also tilted, and the elbows were touching each other. Dragon Boat Festival still didn't gain half the advantage.
The upper plate was sealed, and the Dragon Boat Festival went to the lower plate again, attacking the left and right calves, knees, and the crotch of the old man one after another.
The old man chuckled and said, "Is there something interesting about you, little bastard?"
Bang!
When the old man was laughing at how cruel and sinister Dragon Boat Festival's moves were, he didn't expect Dragon Boat Festival to hit the old man's nose with a headbutt.
And if Duanwu hadn't held back, this blow would have definitely shattered the old man's nose.
The old man felt pain and quickly let go and stepped back. He, an old hunter, has been hunting sparrows all his life, but he never expected that his eyes would be pecked out by a sparrow when he was old.
It turns out that Dragon Boat Festival's upper and lower hands were all feints, and the real killing move was here. With one blow, the old man's nose was sore and he was about to burst into tears.
"Okay, you little brat is good enough. I've been killing people all my life, and this is the first time I've made a mistake."
The old man was subdued by the hammer. Although his speed and strength could suppress the opponent, he was hit by the hammer. Grandma's, this person was thrown into grandma's house.
Duanwu quickly apologized and said: "Senior, please forgive me, but I have no choice but to do so. Now the Japanese are violating China, killing my compatriots, and humiliating my sisters. I really can't abandon it. Even if the people you mentioned are guilty, we in China still need our support." The law should punish them, not their little devils!..."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
