He was stunned. Of course Hei San knew that this was a very special story, so it made sense for Hei San to repay his kindness.
But he didn't know the meaning of such a struggle. Could he run away in public?
Completely captured by the death atmosphere on the battlefield, he could not understand the twists and turns in it for a while. When a person is about to die, he will grab even a straw without hesitation and hold on to it.
He could vaguely feel that his life should not end in such a hurry, but he didn't know what to do to have a new starting point.
Escape is the only thing he can hope for now.
He had a new understanding of the law; he originally thought that he could face life and death calmly, and that he had to take responsibility for his actions, which was what a man of the law insisted on. But now it seems that when life and death come, the so-called law he insists on is also what he insists on.
It's just a silly disguise.
He is not a law-abiding person, but prefers to be a law-abiding person.
All these thoughts passed through his mind quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the cannon sounded several times, and it was his turn.
The Death Card behind him was roughly taken away and thrown to the ground. With the help of sunlight, he could feel the dazzling cold light reflected from the ghost-headed sword behind him...and then, the cold light fell!
He felt that all the pores in his body were stimulating at the same time. In the thin line between life and death, the huge fear completely covered his body's perception. When the light of the knife fell, he didn't know whether the light of the knife just cut the rope? Or cut him off?
head?
He didn't know that there was only a strong desire to live in his heart, and nothing could stop him from yearning for life!
At least, the restraint of the rope on his body was no longer there. When he realized this, he jumped up and ran towards the outside of the court, completely ignoring the crowds on the three floors inside and outside, as well as those who were shouting and screaming.
The soldiers shouted.
I don't know whether it was his ferocious face that frightened everyone, or whether the people in Fufeng felt guilty about this former prisoner. The crowd opened a gap and allowed him to run out in a daze, without looking back, in a panic.
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He could hear nothing except the sound of wind brought by his fast running. He just ran with all his heart, crossing the streets, passing through the city gates, swimming in rivers, climbing over hills and mountains...
Don't dare to look back!
Until he could no longer hear the shouts of his pursuers behind him, until he was exhausted and could no longer run. He was trapped in a peaceful and dense network of water systems, an unknown river. He wanted to swim to the other side, but he couldn't.
I lost my last strength in the water.
Where is this place? He doesn't know, as the river floats and sinks, it takes him in an unknown direction.
In his hazy consciousness, he felt that a small boat was approaching, and a long pole was poking at him. At the same time, a clear voice sounded,
"Sister, there is a dead person here. Well, it seems that he is not completely dead yet?"
Another gentle voice said, "Sister, please don't poke me with the pole. We fishermen don't like this. If you are alive, you will be saved, if you are dead, you will be buried. That's all."
Hou Zi felt that he had regained his yang, so he was pulled up from the water. After drinking a bowl of ginger sugar water, he regained his yang again.
The following story is no different from what is written in the storybook and opera. Two fisherwomen depend on each other to make a living on the water, and a criminal is in trouble. Everything happens naturally...
There is another male owner on the awning boat on this small river. He sets up the net at sunrise and moors at sunset. There are two wives, a husband and wife, who respect each other as if they were three.
Although my life is not rich, I am very happy because my life is very simple and there are not so many unrealistic dreams.
Hou Tzu was enjoying it, as if he had completely forgotten why he was here? He forgot his past identity and his dreams. In a simple life, he found himself again.
It’s your whole life, why push yourself to a desperate situation?
After discovering that his insistence on the law was just a kind of Ye Gong's love for dragons, he began to wrap up his heart and tried to live an ordinary life to see if he could finally get out.
...The gangster stood on the wall, and the raft stopped above his head, just a few feet away.
This is his phantom killing technique, which silently kills people and kills people.
Among his black illusion skills, this is a very classic move: the mental decapitation technique.
It is through environment, memory, inner demons, obsession and various negative emotions to lead the opponent into a dead end.
The one who finally takes action is the trancer himself.
In this process, the most taboo thing is the intervention of external forces by the caster. For example, if he casts a spell to attack directly, it will destroy the phantom killing scene that he has worked so hard to create before, wake up the opponent, and lose the killing situation, and he himself
But they have to endure huge backlash.
He has successfully guided the illusion in the most favorable direction, allowing the sword cultivator to immerse himself in a past that does not exist. Then when the time is right, he will suddenly reverse the situation and make the sword cultivator doubt his own existence.
This is the power of mind beheading.
The biggest advantage of such a beheading technique is that it kills people invisible, with no way to escape or hide; it can not only prevent the battle area from being too large and cause unnecessary trouble, but also allow swordsmen to master the ability to escape.
There was nowhere to use it. As far as he knew, this swordsman was notoriously slippery. In a real face-to-face battle, it would be difficult for him to achieve his goal without alerting Bei'an and Yiyi.
On the city wall, the mysterious Taoist and the floating rafts seemed to be in a layer of mist under his deliberate cover, and no one could detect them.
Fufeng City has never been a place where cultivation is popular.
After confirming the safety of the surrounding environment and confirming that the three people in the raft were immersed in his illusion, he connected the three people closely together in an ingenious way. This is the secret of black illusion and his cultivation of Taoism.
The culmination of hundreds of years of countless experiences.
Now, he is ready to close the net.
His mind slowly soaked in, and he quietly observed the fishermen's life of the three people. Even if it was just something created by his thoughts, everything was vivid and vivid in his mind.
If he wants to go in and finish it, he can't go in with his real body. Reality and illusion are incompatible with each other. If he enters rashly, he will destroy the balance of thoughts in this illusion.
It's like a castle made of sand. If you want to blend in, you must first turn into sand.
The gangster once again confirmed that everything was normal. The three people in the illusion were not aware of their situation, but were enjoying their life on the river.
Okay, crushing all of this is actually not difficult, it only requires the collapse of a basic belief.
The consciousness of the underworld person merges into it, and gradually, he himself becomes a part of this fantasy space, no longer distinguishing each other.
Time passes, year after year, time is like running water, washing away some traces.
