The sword is the devil

Chapter 623 The Killing of Consciousness 2
Hou Tiao was taken aback, of course Hei San knew it, this is a very special story, now it makes sense for Hei San to come to repay his favor.

But he didn't know the meaning of such a struggle, could he run in public?
Completely captured by the atmosphere of death on the battlefield, he couldn't understand the twists and turns in it for a moment. When a person dies, even a straw will be grasped without hesitation, and he will not let it go.

He could vaguely feel that his life shouldn't end so hastily, but he didn't know how to have a new starting point.

Escape is the only thing he can hope for now.

He has a new understanding of law; he thought that he could face life and death calmly, and that he would take responsibility for what he did, which was the persistence of a legal person. But now it seems that when life and death come, the so-called law he insists on is also It's just a sham camouflage.

He is not a law-abiding person, and he hopes to be a law-abiding person.

All these thoughts flashed through his mind, and in a blink of an eye, the guns fired, and it was his turn.

The death card on his back was roughly picked off and thrown on the ground. With the help of the sunlight, he could feel the dazzling cold light reflected from the ghost's sword behind him... Then, the cold light fell!
He felt a hundred and eight thousand pores all over his body excited at the same time, between life and death, the huge fear completely covered up his body's perception, and when the knife light fell, he didn't know that the knife light just cut the rope?Or cut off his head?
He didn't know, there was only a strong desire to survive in his heart, and nothing could stop his yearning for life!

At least, the ropes are no longer bound to his body. When he realized this, he jumped up and ran to the outside of the court, completely ignoring the crowd surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, as well as those yelling The soldiers scolded.

I don't know whether his ferocious face frightened the crowd, or the Fufeng people felt guilty for this former criminal, the crowd opened a gap, and he ran out in such a daze, without looking back, panicked. .

In his ears, he couldn't hear anything except the wind from his fast running. He just ran with all his heart, crossed the street, passed through the city gate, swam in the river, climbed over the hills...

Don't dare to look back!

Until he could no longer hear the shouts of chasing soldiers behind him, until he was exhausted and could no longer run, he was trapped in a peaceful and dense water system, an unknown river, he wanted to swim to the other bank, but in The last of the strength was lost in the water.

What is this place?He didn't know either, but with the ups and downs of the river, it took him to an unknown direction.

In his hazy consciousness, he felt a black boat approaching, and a long pole was poking at him, and at the same time, a clear voice sounded,

"Sister, there is a dead person here, um, it seems that he hasn't died yet?"

Another gentle voice said, "Sister, don't poke around with a 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 Tiao felt that he had returned his yang, and was pulled out of the water, and after a bowl of ginger syrup, he returned his yang again.

The following story is no different from what is written in the storybook and opera. Two fisher girls rely on each other to make a living on the water, and a criminal is in trouble. Everything happened naturally...

There is another male master on the black-covered boat on this small river. He sets up a net at sunrise and berths at sunset.

Although life is not rich, but very happy, because life is very simple, without so many unrealistic dreams.

Hou Tiao was enjoying it, as if he had completely forgotten why he was here?He forgot who he used to be, and also forgot his dream. In a simple life, he found himself again.

It's all life, why push yourself to a desperate situation?
After discovering that his insistence on the law is nothing more than a kind of Ye Gong's good dragon, he began to wrap his heart up, trying to try through such an ordinary life to see if he can finally get out.

... The underworld man stood on the top of the wall, and the floating raft stopped on top of his head, just a short distance away.

This is his phantom killing technique, which is silent and murderous.

In his black illusion technique, this is a very classic move: mind decapitation.

It is through the environment, memory, demons, obsession and other negative emotions to lead the opponent into a dead end.

The last person to do it is the illusionist himself.

In this process, the most taboo thing is the intervention of external force by the caster. For example, if he casts a spell to attack directly, it will destroy the phantom killing scene that he worked so hard to create before, awakening the opponent, and thus losing the killing round. But it has to bear a huge backlash.

He has successfully directed the illusion to the most favorable direction, allowing the sword cultivator to immerse himself in his non-existent past, and then when the time is ripe, he suddenly reverses it, making the sword cultivator doubt his own existence. This is the power of mind decapitation.

The biggest advantage of this kind of beheading technique is that killing people is invisible, there is no way to escape, and there is no way to hide; it can not only prevent the scope of the battle from being too large, causing unnecessary trouble, but also let the sword repairer have the ability to escape There is nowhere to use it. As far as he knows, this swordsman is notoriously slippery. In real face-to-face combat, it is difficult for him to achieve his goal without disturbing Bei'an and Yimai.

On the city wall, the mysterious Taoist and the floating raft seemed to be in a layer of mist under his deliberate cover, and no one could notice.

Fufeng City has never been a place where cultivation prevails.

After confirming the safety of the surrounding environment, and confirming that the three people in the floating raft are immersed in his illusion, through an ingenious way, the three people are closely connected together. This is the mystery of the black illusion. The culmination of hundreds of years of experience.

Now, he is ready to close the net.

The mind slowly soaked in, quietly observing the life of the three fishermen, even if it was just something produced by the mind, everything was vivid and vivid.

He wants to go in to finish, but he can't use his real body to go in. Reality and illusion are incompatible with each other. If he inserts it rashly, it will destroy the balance of thoughts in this illusion.

It's like a castle made of sand, if you want to blend in, you have to become sand first.

The gangster once again confirmed that everything was normal. The three people in the illusion did not realize their situation, but enjoyed their life on the river.

It's alright, it's actually not difficult to crush all of this, all it takes is the collapse of a basic belief.

The consciousness of the underworld people merged into it, and gradually, they themselves became a part of this fantasy space, no longer separated from each other.

Time passed, year after year, time was like running water, washing away some traces.

(End of this chapter)