Zhang San’s identification is the most powerful evidence. The ghostly figure fighting in the center of the Hundred Cavalry and the traceless blade surrounding it are undoubtedly the source of the crime——
"That person is...Phantom...it's unmistakable. That sword is Wuhen, one of the best swordsmen in the world...Zhang San, are you sure this person is the murderer you saw?" Murong Tian frowned in surprise.
, he did not expect that the murderer turned out to be a player.
"It can't be wrong! It can't be wrong!! I will never forget that figure in my life! It's definitely him!! Let me leave here quickly...I want to leave here...or I will die...my wife and children
, My parents are just afraid... I'm afraid... I will fight with you long ago!!" Zhang San wanted to run away in a panic at first, but when he recalled his originally happy family, the desire to die came into his heart.
"Hold him, I'll go meet this phantom." Shengjian said coldly, then jumped up from the horse, activated the "Xuanyuan Divine Art" and "Xuanyuan Divine Walk" body technique, and turned into a stream of light.
Gliding in mid-air...
Wuhen's fierce battle with hundreds of knights was a grand and shocking scene. Hundreds of bone knights surged back and forth in an orderly manner. One wave was pushed back, and the second wave rushed up. Although Wuhen's sword moves forced the bone knights back again and again, but in reality
The damage caused was very small, and no Bone Cavalry has been captured so far.
"Are you the murderer?"
A majestic questioning sound came from the sky, and soon, a sword shadow broke into the battle. The simple yet noble sword body exuded unmatched sacred pressure the moment it appeared. The Bone Cavalry team was under this pressure.
Showing extreme uneasiness and resistance——
"Da da da~~~"
The chaotic sound of the hoofbeats of the bone horses, the out-of-control Bone Cavalry Regiment, as the first Bone Cavalry who fled back to the Bloody Fortress appeared, the subsequent ninety-nine Bone Cavalry members left one after another, leaving only the shadowless Wuhen and Hold Xia.
Yu's Holy Sword.
"I ask you again, are you the murderer?" Shengjian asked coldly, and at this moment, Feng Wuqing stepped forward, Wuhen took off his phantom windbreaker, revealing the exact same face as Dongfang Fan
.
"It's you!" Murong Tian, who came forward with Zhang San, stared at "Dongfang Fan" in front of him with wide eyes, unable to believe the facts before him.
"Murder!! You murderer! I'm going to kill you!!" Zhang San ran away and was about to rush towards Wuhen, but Murong Tian held him back.
Feng Wuqing saw how much Zhang San hated Wuhen, and he knew clearly in his heart: the person Wuhen killed should be a relative or friend of this person.
"Wuhen, don't talk. If you do something wrong, you should be punished... I will accompany you to be punished..." Feng Wuhen grabbed Wuhen's sleeve and motioned for him to take a step back.
"Zi Feng Qingqing is from the same group as Wuhen. First of all, I want to state that Wuhen and Dongfangfan are not the same person. Earlier in the stone village on the northern border, we once met a big man who looked strikingly similar to Wuhen.
Xia, his name is 'Dongfang Fan', he has nothing to do with this matter, it was done by Wuhen, and we don't want innocent people to be involved." Feng Qingqing opened his mouth to prove Dongfang Fan's innocence, even though
In the past, there were conflicts with Dongfang Fan, but they did not regard it as hostility.
Murong Tian and Shengjian were dubious about Feng Wuhen's words. After all, the Wuhen in front of them looked too much like Dongfang Fan. However, since Feng Wuhen admitted the fact of Wuhen's murder, the matter would be easier to handle——
"That's good if you are willing to admit the fact of killing. Miss Feng must not have been involved... Then, can I ask Wuhen why he killed people?" Murong Tian stared coldly at Wuhen behind Feng Qingwu.
"Because if you kill, Wuhen will live... If you don't kill, Wuhen will die... But now Wuhen knows that he was wrong. Wuhen doesn't want to kill anyone anymore. As long as he can stay by Wuhen's side, Wuhen will never kill anyone again.
." Wuhen replied, that dazed look was completely different from Dongfang Fan's style, and the statement that the two were not the same person was a little more convincing.
"Do you kill people because you want to make sure you are alive? What a cruel thought... This kind of death without any reason... No wonder Beixi City has such a scene." Shengjian shook his head and sighed.
"Is this the family member of the deceased? You may not know Wuhen yet... But when I met him, he couldn't even speak. He was in a trance, unconscious, and had no idea about this world.
According to the ethical principles, it can be said that his state is like that of a baby... even... he can't even wear clothes... I don't know Wuhen's origin at the moment, but precisely because of his unknown origin,
Suddenly woke up in this world, without innate cognitive senses, just living simply to express himself, so... so he killed him... But, he didn't mean it! Just like him now, you just need to tell him to kill
It is wrong, he will not kill anyone again, and the mistakes that have been made cannot be restored to their original state no matter how much they are undone... I just hope that we can be given a chance to atone for our sins and do something for the mistakes we have made...
"In Feng Wuhen's words, he firmly tied himself to Wuhen, advancing and retreating together, and receiving punishment together.
"Atonement? How to atone? How can I atone?! All my relatives are dead, what's the use of your atonement!! Today, either he will kill me or I will kill him! I don't need you to atone!!" Zhang San
He rebuked angrily and completely refused to accept Feng Qingqing's statement.
"Dead light... Could it be... Wuhen killed more than one person?" Feng Wuhen was stunned for a moment. The situation seemed to be beyond her expectation. She never had the chance to ask Wuhen about this matter in detail.
"Miss Feng... It seems that you have no idea what kind of mistakes the person you are protecting behind you has made... Maybe that is no longer enough to be called a 'mistake'... but a crime. What he committed was not a mistake.
But it’s sin—he didn’t kill one person, or several people, but…”
Murong Tian paused, looking at Feng Wuqing's confused expression, he couldn't bear it, but he had to tell him the truth:
"All the people in the city, the entire Beixi City were killed by him... Did you see the bloody fortress in the sky? It was made up of the blood river after the death of the dead. The bone riders in the sky should also be those dead.
This sin was transformed by his body... even if you and him spend a lifetime, I'm afraid they won't be able to redeem it."
Feng Wuqing's body trembled suddenly, his face that was originally full of shame looked sickly pale, and holding Wuhen's hand turned from warm to cold...
"Qingwu, what's wrong with you? Your hands... are so cold..." Wuhen felt the coldness in his palms and asked worriedly.
"Wuhen... you... you killed a whole city of people?" Feng Qingqing asked with a trembling voice, his eyes blank.
"I don't know... Wuhen only knows that he killed a lot of people... until there was no one left standing in front of him, alive... Then, Wuhen left the city... Wuhen, you cried, you again
Are you heartbroken?" Wuhen saw the tears dripping from Feng Qingqing's cheek, and immediately anxiously held the latter's face and gently brushed away the cold tears.
"Wuhen... why is this happening... why don't you tell me... you killed so many people, your hands were stained with so much blood... why don't you tell me..." Feng Wuqing's face
With a look full of despair, he asked questions with no possible results.
Or maybe, the answer is already in Feng Wuqing's heart: if she had known the truth earlier, would she have given up on Wuhen?
The warm hand holds the knife representing justice, and the cold hand is stained with innocent blood. When the knife of justice is stained with innocent blood, even the warmest hand will be covered by the eternal coldness.
Devour, replace——
This is Wuhen's sin, but it is also a responsibility that Feng Wuqing is unwilling to let go of.
Feng Wuqing never thought about the possibility of "if she gave up", nor did she have a psychological struggle. She only thought about "the future": Will she be able to wander the world hand in hand with Wuhen like before? Will there be a chance to settle down in the future?
Get out of the trap, face your own heart, and say what you want to say but haven't said in your heart?
"Is it true that the only way to eliminate the hatred in your heart is to sacrifice one's life for one's life?" Feng Wuqing looked at Zhang San, facing the worst outcome with the last glimmer of hope.
"That's right! Only if he dies! Otherwise, I will not accept any form of atonement!!" Zhang San's eyes were bloodshot. If Murong Tian hadn't been holding on, he would have pounced on Wuhen and tore him apart.
"I understand... Since this is the victim's request... Wuhen, please promise me something?" Feng Wuqing turned around and faced Wuhen, staring closely at the latter.
"Okay, no matter what Qingqing says, Wuhen agrees." Wuhen didn't feel anything unusual at all. He just saw the usual tenderness in Feng Wuqing's eyes, and felt that his personal sky had become clear.
"Haha... Wuhen is so good, then you have to promise me: from today on, your hands and your knife cannot kill people for the sake of killing, okay?" Feng Wuhen smiled sadly, she knew Wuhen's answer,
But he still kept his spirits up, not wanting to miss any of Wuhen's words.
"Okay, although Wuhen still doesn't understand what killing for the sake of killing is, but before Wuhen understands this sentence, he will never kill anyone! Wuhen, you also have to promise Wuhen to be with Wuhen forever. Don't
Separate." Wuhen thought for a moment and agreed.
"Well... I don't want to be separated from Wuhen... I also want to be with Wuhen forever... never separated..." Feng Wuhen took the initiative to hold Wuhen in his arms for the first time, enjoying the "final
"The warmth...
"Wuhen, close your eyes. Don't open your eyes before I ask you to open them..." Feng Wuhen whispered in Wuhen's ear. Wuhen had no doubt that he was there and closed his eyes with a smile.
.
The wind is ruthless, but the heart is affectionate. No matter how the world changes, no matter how sinister the human heart is, when a person pays seriously with one heart, there will always be a force and a belief that supports the continuation of life and sticks to the love in the heart...
"bass--"
Invisible and invisible, the blade fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry for all the trouble and pain Wuhen has caused you... It's my fault, not his... If I could have met him earlier, maybe... there wouldn't be those tragedies... Today, at your request
——Use your life for your life, use Wuhen’s life for the lives of everyone in the city...and then..."
"A ruthless life for Wuhen's life!"
The firm words "a life for a life" shocked the world. At that moment, everyone expected what Feng Qingqing was about to do——
The shadowless figure soared into the sky, and the life-threatening blade was cut down mercilessly for the sake of the new life of the beloved.
There is no regret, no pain, no unwillingness, only a trace of reluctance lingering in my heart——
"Wuhen is Wuhen, Wuying is Wuhen...Wuhen, Wuying will accompany you for me...always stay with you, never separate..." Feng Wuhen stared at Wuhen closely, cherishing every moment.
Seconds, because every look may be the last look in this life...
"Wuhen...I'm sorry..."
The eyes were slightly closed, and the last hot teardrop dripped down the cold tears. The smile on the corner of the mouth was contented: satisfied with meeting an unforgettable person in the last moment of this life. This person made this life meaningful.
Value is also the last regret this person has in this life...
"clang!"
Falling to the ground without a shadow, without blood or trace——
Falling to the ground without a soul, saving the dead and living——
A proud figure floated down, one foot isolated on the soulless body, and said calmly:
