With a "bang", the sword stabbed something as hard as it was. The tip of the sword pierced halfway and could not go deeper. The hilt of the sword also took off from Xu Chong's palm due to resistance. The sword trembled and made a "clanging" sound.

Xu Chong's tiger's mouth cracked open, but the pain from his palm suddenly made his mind clear. He covered his hands and looked forward, squinted his eyes and identified for a long time before he could see clearly what was blocking his way.

It was the man who was killed by him on the edge of the cliff and he still didn't know his name.

The man's body had been frozen long ago, so the sword above could not penetrate him. However, the wound on his stomach was still shocking, and his intestines surged out of it, dragged on the ground, and was frozen into an iron stick by the wind and snow.

They all lived, and the man in front of them, Wu Yuanli, and those who were killed by him, were now alive. He didn't know why, but he knew what their purpose was.

They were going to accuse him of his evil deeds, and to expose his faults that he had been struggling to hide, and to expose them to the sun.

Xu Chong knew that this was certainly not a witchcraft. Witchcraft was used to deceive people, but they were here to point out the serious murderer.

Xu Chong looked at him and suddenly stretched out his hand to pull out his sword, but the man grabbed his wrist as soon as his hand touched the hilt.

"Mr. Xu... you killed... you killed the villain once, and you still want to... you still want to kill... you second time?"

The man was frozen too hard, his lips were stuck together, and he couldn't even say anything clearly. The expression on his face was exactly the same as when he died. Shocked and fear coexisted on such a black-cold face, which looked terrible and funny. However, his hands tightly clamped Xu Chong, and his black nails were trapped in the flesh, causing him to flow blood.

Xu Chong felt a "boom" sound in his head, and his lips and tongue seemed to be out of control, and he let out a dry howl.

"Are you scared finally?" Zhao Zimai's voice penetrated his ears, as if it had broken into several pieces. He finally could piece together these fragmented languages ​​and figure out what he meant. "He told me, when you killed him on the edge of the cliff because of Hu Bing's wrong case, I still thought that you might have been confused for a moment, killed someone by mistake, and fell into the cliff because of regret. But I didn't expect that you were not confused, but instead worked step by step, carefully plotting, and sacrificed others for your reputation. Xu Chong, in order to cover up a mistake, you unknowingly walked into the abyss that will never be restored. Why is this happening? I don't understand. Even now, I clearly see that all this is done by you, but I still can't understand how Xu Chong, who is disdainful and dissatisfied with the hypocritical management of the officialdom, fell to this point?"

"Don't think so clearly," Xu Chong smiled. He could always calm down quickly. The howl of fear was just a real side that he was unconsciously revealing. "Zhao Zimai, don't think so clearly in everything, otherwise you will find that there are countless gullies in front of you that cannot be overcome. It would be too tiring to live like that."

At this moment, he was still unwilling to talk about his heart. Perhaps, even Xu Chong himself could not see through the place that no one had ever walked into. As he said, he understood that he always leaned against pain. If he chose the former, the latter would definitely follow him.

"Xu Chong." Zhao Zimai was still unwilling to give up. At this moment, he seemed to see his own shadow in Xu Chong. When he approached him, he seemed to be one step closer to him.

But he didn't finish his words, because Xu Chong suddenly stretched out his other hand and pulled out the sword on the chest of the corpse. With the rise and fall, he cut off the arm that was holding him to death.

Ziyu shouted, but Xu Chong didn't look at her. He now focused all his attention on the body with a broken hand that was walking towards him.

Xu Chong took a few steps back, dragged his sword to the ground, splashing out a spark.

Suddenly, he roared, jumped up, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and veins burst out from his forehead, slashing Shang Fang's sword at the top of the corpse.

"Puchi."

The body was split in half in front of Zhao Zimai's eyes. Then, when no one could react, Xu Chong rushed out of the blood mist that had not yet dissipated, grabbed Zhao Zimai's arm and turned it in place, and put Shangfang's sword on his neck.

"Young Master." Baotian was so anxious that he wanted to rush over, but was grabbed by Sang.

"Xu Chong is a desperate person now. If you take another step closer, aren't you afraid that he will wipe your young master's neck with a thin skin and tender flesh?" Sang had a playful smile on his face, and he didn't look nervous at all.

"What should I do? The young master is in his hands now, so don't care?" Baotian scratched his head in a hurry, and looked like a slutty monkey.

Sang glared at him, "A man who is determined to seek death, as long as you satisfy him and let him die, are you afraid that he will not return your son to you?"

Although his tone was calm, his eyes were locked on the two of them. Now, Xu Chong had already taken Zhao Zimai to circumnavigate around everyone. Sang guessed it well. He did not walk down the mountain, but walked towards the cliff.

Ailao Mountain is a stone mountain. The stones are covered with heavy snow and are slippery. If you walk on it, you will fall down if you accidentally walk. However, Xu Chong walked very steadily, stepping hard every step, leaving a string of solid footprints on the snow.

Zhao Zimai followed him without any struggle. He knew that Xu Chong would not hurt him, even though his sharp blade had never left his neck half an inch.

"Think it clearly? If you jump down this time, no one will save you." The cliff was right in front of you. The black wings, against the background of the snow, became darker and darker, whiter, as if two completely different worlds.

Xu Chong smiled faintly, "Actually, I have taken this step long ago. It was not the first time I killed someone, nor now. It's just that I covered it up so well, so you didn't realize what kind of person Xu Chong was."

Zhao Zimai's heart was trembling. He suddenly thought of his sister's back. He saw him stretching out his hand and gently pushing her back.

With a "dong", she fell down. He remembered that the well water was very dark, just like the cliff in front of him.

"As long as you take the first step, you will never look back?" Zhao Zimai didn't know whether he was talking to himself or asking Xu Chong.

"I can't go back, I can't go back."

Xu Chong's voice drifted away from his ears, drifting further and further away. He suddenly turned around, but only saw the Shangfang sword thrown away by Xu Chong, standing alone on the cliff, as dark as any ordinary sword. (The end of this volume)
Chapter completed!