A grimace that seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time stared at the dying Zhu Ke.

Jingle Bell--

At that moment, the clear and sweet golden bells echoed in the lobby.

Zhu Ke, the second leader of the Blackwater Gang, was in a trance for a while.

He was completely powerless and knelt on the ground; the head-picking ghost raised the Senqun Rui Sword high.

——That scene was too familiar to him.

Time seems to be frozen in time.

Time changes.

Fifteen years of vicissitudes have been reversed in an instant.

At that moment, time and space seemed to overlap.

The brightly lit lobby of Defang suddenly turned into an execution ground with tens of thousands of people watching.

Fifteen years ago, Yu Tiesheng and his wife knelt at the execution ground.

Fifteen years later, Zhu Ke was kneeling in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Fifteen years ago, he held a knife and poured wine while looking down at the couple.

Fifteen years later, he knelt down in despair and was slaughtered with his head on his neck.

This moment is just like that moment.

At that time, time went round and round, as if swimming had reached the starting point.

That Zhu Ke went from an unknown executioner to the starting point of the prestigious second master of Blackwater.

The only difference is that he chopped off someone's head fifteen years ago.

Fifteen years later, will he be beheaded?

Whoosh!

The pale red bone sword fell to the east!
Chapter completed!