Lord of the night.

Chapter 1243 Your Flying Knife [Additional Chapter 3 for Silver Alliance Leader Sea Soul Clothes]

Upon hearing Lord Jian's confirmation, Feng Qian screamed, "Captain!"

He was so angry that he fainted from the heartache.

Feng Dao's body was also shaky. He turned around and knelt down: "Master Jian...save my brother! He is a hero! He shouldn't be lying like this! He shouldn't be like this!"

Feng Dao's voice became hoarse.

When he spoke the last few words, his throat felt as if it was filled with gravel, and every word seemed to carry the smell of blood.

"Those damned scums from the mainland!"

Feng Dao was so angry that he cursed, and finally couldn't hold back his tears and rolled down!

"My brother... it's so miserable..."

Ning Xuejian sighed softly and said, "He is in such a condition now that he cannot be treated at all. He must be brought back to the headquarters so that he can be properly treated... maybe... maybe... there is still hope."

Seeing Fang Che in front of them, even Rui Qianshan and Yu Tianqi were not sure: Can he still be saved?
No wonder Jueming Feidao died so happily. He had worked hard for more than half a year, but could only achieve this. To wake Fang Che up, it was not something that could be done by one person.

It has to be a place where all resources are gathered, such as Shenjing, the headquarters of the Only Orthodox Church, and the guardian Kanku City!

Death Knife tried his best but couldn't make him recover.

After seeing Fang Che's true injuries, the two of them completely understood this.

No wonder he was so angry but still chose to hand over the person.

"Under such circumstances, Death Flying Knife still did not actively seek help. He has always been thinking about curing Fang Che himself and taking him away... He is already disappointed with the Guardian..."

Yu Tianqi sighed deeply: "It can be seen that if he had any way, he would not hand the person over to us. He is really discouraged."

"of course."

Rui Qianshan sighed: "If we were to encounter such a thing ourselves, we probably wouldn't be much better than him."

He took out a bottle of spiritual liquid and carefully poured it into Fang Che's mouth. However, half of it gurgled out from the transparent hole next to it.

The two almost burst into tears again.

"We must return to headquarters immediately!"

Yutianqi said.

"it is good."

Rui Qianshan didn't dare to touch Fang Che's body directly, for fear that it would break if he touched it.

He even lifted the entire bed with extreme caution and placed it into his own area.

Then he and Yu Tianqi hurried out, soared into the sky, and went back as fast as a spark, tearing through space.

Feng Dao revived Feng Qian, who burst into tears and fainted several times: "Captain...it's so tragic!"

Feng Dao sighed sadly.

A group of Feng family masters looked at this simple bamboo hut, checking every trace of life there, and they were all feeling depressed.

Then everyone investigated nearby, and everything the old immortal had done during his time here was investigated clearly, one by one, down to the smallest detail.

The more I investigate, the more I find. The more I investigate, the more traces I find. The more I investigate, the more I feel...

It's incredible.

……

Sun Wutian returned to his original appearance, wearing a rough hemp robe, with his hands behind his back, walking slowly in a deep mountain.

Perhaps there was a road here before.

But now, it has been completely covered by weeds and shrubs.

There was absolutely no sign of any previous human presence.

The towering ancient trees blocked the sky, making the forest appear dark and the sky almost invisible.

Fortunately, it was winter and many trees had lost their leaves, so the sunlight was able to penetrate through the dense branches and fall on the ground, shining a brilliant golden glow among the dry grass.

Sun Wutan walked forward step by step along the road where there was no road.

He seemed to be very familiar with this area.

If someone from that time saw him, they would be surprised to find that although he was walking in the wilderness, every step he took was on the path that once existed.

We arrived at a low slope.

Sun Wutan raised his hand, and the weeds and trees on the low slope were immediately cleared away, revealing a mound of earth.

In front of us, there is a huge stone lying horizontally.

There were two unclear words vaguely engraved on it: Flying Knife!

This is actually the tomb of the Death Flying Knife.

Sun Wutian stared at it for a while, sighed softly, took out a piece of cloth and spread it on the ground in front of the tomb, then took out a plate of side dishes and two pots of wine, and sat cross-legged in front of the stone tablet.

He took out three large bowls, filled them with wine and placed them on the table.

Then he poured himself a bowl.

While busying himself, he lowered his head and said calmly: "Old friend, I'm here to see you. I haven't been here for so many years... I don't know why I just wanted to talk to you today."

"I can't understand what's going on. I killed you with my own hands, so why would I come to see you? But somehow, I came anyway."

"Maybe I'm very proud of myself, or maybe I'm a little nostalgic... That's why they say people become nostalgic when they get old."

"But I, Sun Wutian, have killed so many people in my life, but there are only two people I can come to see. One is in the Solipsism Church, and the other is you. The Guardian and the Solipsism Church each have one."

"I didn't want to come see you. I always feel like you're more comfortable than me... Damn it, I just feel like you can still be presentable even if you're dead, but I'm clearly alive and well, but I can't be presentable... You said, couldn't you have hidden yourself back then? Why did you have to let me run into you by accident?"

The cold wind howled by.

The old devil's white hair fluttered in the wind.

He took out a pile of paper money and made a small fire in front of him.

Throw paper money in one by one, never too much. When one piece is almost burned out, throw in the next one, and repeat this process over and over again.

The flame is never big, but it is always burning.

Enveloped by spiritual energy, the flame remained steady.

"I came here today to give you some money to spend, and by the way, I also want to tell you a few things..."

The old devil raised his wine bowl, toasted the grave, and said, "Drink it if you want."

So he took a sip of wine, put down the bowl, and started burning paper money.

"Killing you, your entire family, and so many people here... is the thing I, Sun Wutian, regret the most in my life."

The old devil said sadly: "You definitely don't believe it, right? I, Sun Wutian, have killed so many people in my life, but I still regret it and feel guilty, right? But I tell you, after I killed you, I regretted it immediately... Don't disbelieve me when I say this... I swear to you."

"For so many years, I didn't dare to come here, do you understand?"

"But today, I finally came. Because of this... I feel very proud of what I did."

Sun Wutan smiled, threw in a piece of paper money, watched the paper money curl up and burn in the flame, felt the heat of the flame, picked up the wine bowl and took another sip.

He wiped his mouth and said, "You may not know, but your reputation now is even greater than when you were alive. You are so famous that you shock the whole world and even Kanku City."

"And I found a successor for you and gave him your fatal flying knife. Let's not talk about who it is from. You don't care about this, right?"

Sun Wutian felt a little guilty, as if he could feel that the Death Flying Knife was sitting opposite him, looking at him with a cold gaze. It seemed to be saying: You gave my flying knife to a demon, and you still have the nerve to say that you found a successor for me?
Sun Wutian was a little embarrassed, coughed twice, poured the three bowls of wine on the ground, and said, "Drink this wine first, then we can talk."

Then he burned more than a dozen pieces of paper money: "I'll give you more money, take it and spend it."

"I'm telling you, I'll still send you money when you die. When I die... I'll probably be a pauper begging for food... Just be content."

"The successor I found for you is the successor of my Hate Heaven Sword. I gave you half of my own successor... Don't be ungrateful, okay? I've never been so generous to others."

"Grandma, it's only natural for me to kill you. You help the Guardians, and I am the only one who believes in the orthodox religion. It's only natural for me to kill you. And you're still not convinced... bring me three more bowls of wine, and drink them up."

"His name is Fang Che. In the Church of Oneself, he's called Night Demon."

While handing over paper money, Sun Wutian whispered, "But don't worry, I am the only orthodox church... It may not be a big deal. In the future, if I'm lucky, I might be able to be a guardian for life..."

"You are a very good kid. You are now able to practice throwing knives quite well. In a few years, your two brushes will not be as good as others."

"Damn it, why did I kill you?"

"Fei Dao, you really don't know that I really regret it. Not only do I regret killing you, but I also regret most of the things I've done in my life... Damn it, did you know that I used to be a hero... Fuck! Fuck!"

Sun Wutian became excited and recounted his experience in detail. There were even many things that Dongfang Sansan and Yannan didn't know. Finally, he sighed and said, "I have lived my whole life and only realized that I have taken the wrong path. Damn it, how can you be better than me?"

"This knife... the more blood it gets stained with, the harder it will be to turn back."

"So I really envy you back then. You just came out to do a few things and then ran away. You came out when you were needed. No one knew you when you were not needed. You just lived your own life... Tsk tsk, it was so fucking comfortable. If I could live a life like this someday, I wouldn't trade it for a god."

"I came here today and brought you some extra money to make up for the time I didn't come here in the past few years."

Sun Wutian took out handfuls of paper money, as if there was an endless supply in his ring. "These are all paper money from the Guardians, not from the Only Orthodox Church. You can spend them with confidence. I've paid for them all."

The fire grew bigger and bigger.

The old devil drank faster and faster.

"You're lying here dead, and I envy you, you know? Fuck you! God!"

Sun Wutan became enraged, his face grim, and he picked up the jar of wine and drank it wildly.

He drank a whole jar of 50 kilograms of wine in one breath.

He angrily threw the wine jar aside, remained silent, and after a long moment he sighed: "...Ah!!"

"You have a lot of money, so spend it. If you are still alive, go and check out your flying knife when you have time."

(End of this chapter)