deadly mantra

Chapter 561 The Hope of Being Murdered

Years of grievances have nowhere to complain, years of regrets and hatred cannot be vented, and wind, frost and vicissitudes of life are all over Bai Weng's face.

He looked at the corner of the narrow alley not far away, as if he had returned to that day - they had saved enough money and crossed the street happily.

"We just want to leave, really... we just want to leave, but why is it so difficult..."

Ji Fanyin's heart trembled, and she quickly looked over there, but only saw a cold wall.

Bai Weng wiped away his tears with trembling hands and squeezed out a smile:

"I'm so sorry, hahaha... I made you laugh."

Ji Fanyin shook his head gently.

The two of them finished the wontons quietly, and Bai Lao rushed to pay the bill. Seeing his firm attitude, Ji Fanyin stood aside quietly and waited.

The old woman was old and her eyesight was dim. She counted the money over and over again when she was looking for change. The old man smiled sheepishly at Ji Fanyin.

Ji Fanyin waved to him, indicating that he should take his time, and walked alone towards the corner of the alley where Bai Weng's gaze stopped several times.

The walls made of stones have long turned yellow and black, full of vicissitudes of life.

Ji Fanyin put her fingertips on the wall and walked forward in small steps.

She only knew the general direction of what happened here, but she didn't know the details.

It's hard to imagine how her mother could persevere in such a harsh environment.

Ji Fanyin stopped with a solemn expression.

At this moment, Bai Weng's cry came from behind. Ji Fanyin glanced sideways, raised his foot and was about to go over, when his fingertips suddenly grazed a very deep indentation. A bright light flashed in his eyes, and he looked back.

The low walls were in dilapidated condition after more than ten years of wind and rain, and the remaining knife marks on them were criss-crossed and intertwined, and were no longer so obvious.

Ji Fanyin hinted to himself in his heart: This is the famous slum in Qixia City. The slum means that this is the best hiding place for desperadoes and the best place for all criminal activities to be traded.Therefore, fights will happen anytime and anywhere here. If there is a fight, there will be traces of the fight...

His thoughts went back and forth a thousand times in an instant, but when the white man approached, Ji Fanyin raised his head and asked the first question:
"Who did you argue with here?"

Bai Weng looked shocked: "How do you know?"

Ji Fanyin frowned slightly, a guess appeared in his mind, and he said in a deep voice:
"You have saved enough money to leave back then, right?"

Bai Weng was startled again, and his face turned pale again:

"...Yes, we have not only saved enough money."

After so many years, when he thought of that afternoon stained red by blood, sadness still hit his heart like a knife:

"...Although the conditions here are poor, at least there is a place to rest, so not everyone is willing to leave. There were seven adults and nine children with me, and we simply packed our luggage. It was luggage, Just a few shabby and mended clothes.

When we left, we all said that we had never been so happy in our lives.

Miss Miaozhu said, "No matter how weak the light is, darkness cannot swallow it."

We just joked that now we have it. "

Bai Weng turned back slowly.

In the alley hidden by the moonlight, he saw the group of people in a trance, their steps were brisker than ever, and their eyes were brighter than ever.

Light, hope...the future.

At that moment, he even had the illusion that he was reborn.

But at the next moment, a group of people appeared out of thin air, blood gradually turned red on the wall, and death and panic dragged them back into the dark vortex.

There is no future.

There is no hope either.

And the light... was also murdered by them.

　I think that for Bai Weng and others, Miss Miaozhu is very sacred, even the only light in their lives, lighting up their hope.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)