Although Zhong Ping did not want him to interfere with the blood girl's affairs, he was still a little worried. After all, Zhong Ping had no cultivation at all now. Apart from possessing a powerful body, he was no different from ordinary people in other aspects. On the way back,
He still couldn't let go, thought about it, and finally decided to go back. If there was any problem, he could help.
The place of death, outside Zhong Ping's residence. Not long after Leng Xuan and the others left, Zhong Ping came outside the house alone and stood quietly, with his eyes closed, feeling the strong power of death around him. He didn't know what had happened.
After a while, suddenly, a slight fluctuation suddenly came, affecting his mind. He slowly opened his eyes and looked in front of him.
I don't know when, a vast white mist rose around him. At this moment, in the white mist, a figure gradually appeared. The figure walked slowly towards this side from far to near, and soon
It soon appeared in his sight.
"It has been tens of thousands of years, and you have never let go of your obsession." He sighed softly, as if he was mumbling to himself, or to the person opposite.
What appeared in front of him was a man. His whole body was stiff and he walked very uncoordinated. Especially his pale face, without any expression at all, like a dead man. Not only that, on the man's neck, it was still clear that
I saw a suture mark connecting his body and head, which looked extremely terrifying.
The man walked very slowly, but very powerfully. Every step he took would leave a deep footprint on the ground.
"You also know that it has been tens of thousands of years..." At this time, the man's stiff lips moved, but the voice was a woman's voice. The woman almost shouted in a roaring tone: "Do you know, these tens of thousands of years have passed?"
We have suffered every day for years."
"What happened back then was indeed my fault." Zhong Ping said, "I admit that I have paid the price for it. It has been so many years, why do you continue to torture yourselves? As long as you are willing to let go, all the pain will be gone.
Disappeared."
"Hmph! Let it go? When did you become a saint? There were tens of millions of people who died tragically at your hands back then. Why didn't you commit suicide to apologize? As long as you died and put an end to our hatred, we would naturally disappear. But you didn't,
You, a demon with hands stained with blood, are still shamelessly living in this world. With the sins you have committed, even if you die ten thousand times, it would not be a pity."
"I won't die because I can't die." Zhong Ping said, "I admit the sins I committed and paid a sufficient price to atone for them. It's just that you refuse to give up and insist on forcing each other hard. Do you have any
Have you ever thought about what would happen if I died?"
"I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing. I only know that only when you die can our pain be relieved. And today is the time for us to be relieved." At the end of the sentence, the woman's voice was almost crazy and harsh.
sneer.
Zhong Ping sighed softly, sat on the ground minding his own business, and said, "Since you want to kill me so much, then go ahead."
"Kill you? That would be too easy for you." The woman said coldly, "I will slowly torture you and let you experience the pain we have endured all these years."
Zhong Ping didn't make a sound, just closed his eyes quietly.