The Spirit World

Chapter 392: Hatred and Resentment

"Hatred is a shackle."

He looked at the blood on his hands, the thick golden blood was dripping slowly. It was flowing down from his neck. It flowed along his chest, from his neck slowly to his hands. It was sticky and no longer splashed, but flowed out from his neck relentlessly and irrevocably, pulling at his life.

Perhaps, he should be dying now, this is how life is lost...

Will all people die alone like this?

He thought so and looked at the owner of the knife.

If the owner of this knife was with me, would I not be lonely?

It probably doesn't count.

But he is not his friend after all, but the kind of elusive...enemy.

With enemies around me... I can feel at peace with my own death... I wanted to leave this world without any hatred or resentment, but in the end, I still have unpaid karmic debts.

“Death, this is what it feels like.”

He felt as if a huge mountain pressing down on him suddenly collapsed. It was the chaos and hustle and bustle of the world. At this moment, the thousands of thin threads on his body were severed as if they had come to an end.

However, he felt more and more annoyed...

It's like holding your breath and being unable to let it out. It's stuck in your throat and you can't forget it for a long time.

Look again...the owner of the knife.

He had clearly avenged himself, but he didn't feel any joy at all.

Hahahahaha...

Hahahahaha!
He laughed.

His laughter, like a madman, echoed among the mountains, shaking the plants, insects and fish.

"Hey……"

After he finished laughing, he sighed...

With a sigh, the man in front of him put away his long sword. The blade named Longqi was shining with cold light, and the golden blood on it dripped slowly. In this small space, it turned into clear smoke. The sword flowers swayed lightly and then it was put back into the sheath.

"Huh...it's over..."

He said.

But he was obviously unhappy.

"terribly sorry……"

[Half an hour ago, Wenti County]

Snow was falling heavily, and the world suddenly became small.

It’s true, it’s so narrow that it makes people feel suffocated.

Six whiskers meant that he was about to die of old age.

Dying of old age is the best ending for him.

No matter what, he must die of old age, so that everyone can feel at ease. Only when everyone is at ease, can... everyone live a peaceful and stable life.

senescence……

It’s a word full of sadness.

Although the tortoise is long-lived, it still has its end. Although the martyr is old, his ambition is still strong. Everyone will grow old, but who can accept old age?

He felt that now that he had passed away due to old age, it would be a happy funeral, and people from all over the principality, no, people from all over the world, would come to see his ashes.

Ancient Dragon - Ao Chen - Dragon Beard Master
If I really died here and ascended to heaven, what a luxurious idea that would be.

How I long for it... so...

"If... Lan Luo showed up at... Niman Farm... Niman... Rajel Niman, Jack Niman, Erica Niman, who would he come to see?" Longxu Gong stepped on the snow. The snow was dark and not very pleasing. It was obviously pure white, but in this dim sky, it did have a strange black color...

"The first day... the Great Demon King..." Longxu Gong called out the name of the Demon King. He frowned and looked at the dead trees here. Right? These were the trees planted when it was still Wenti County where the four seasons were like spring. Now, Wenti County has become a Wenti County covered with ice and snow. They died so casually and so naturally.

If Huazhou really fell... why... was there no movement at all? Without any movement, if they... wanted to seize the Demon Sealing Well and release other great demons, why... were they just wandering around here looking for something?
Who is she looking for?

The first demon king...

The person I want to find...

Who needs her to find in person?
Longxu Gong looked at the increasingly dark land nearby... and looked at his pocket watch with a frown.

It's 3pm now...

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so dark... Even if it was snowing heavily, even in Wenti County today, it would never be dark so early.

He realized something and stopped, looking at the world around him. There was no big movement, only the rustling sound of tiny feet stepping on the snow.

Two pairs of footprints, one big and one small, are stepping on the school. The big one is deep and firm step by step, while the small one is cheerful and jumps with joy.

Longxu Gong felt like he was waiting for something...

who can that be?

Is there any other important "guest" besides the big devil?
If that was the case... he really needed to wait and see... the true face of the person who was slowly walking towards him...

He looked at his pocket watch...tick-tick, waiting...

"Uncle Yikong... there's an old man there... let's... go ask for directions... maybe we can find the person you're looking for..."

It was a little girl... her hair was snow-white... her boots were white, her clothes were simple...

This guy must not be a big shot...

And the one named Yikong...

The name is so familiar...

But for a moment, there was no way to see his face... Under the bamboo hat, one could only vaguely see the corners of his slightly thin mouth.

There is a deep scar there.

Perhaps...under the bamboo hat, there is a pair of burning eyes, staring straight at him.

Longxugong put away his pocket watch and straightened his suit. He patted his waist and abdomen, straightened up and stood up straight.

Even so, his waist was still slightly hunched, and no matter how much he thought his back was straight, his body still couldn't keep up.

It's just like that at his age... There's no way anyone would accuse him of being unable to stand up straight. If there is, that person is either stupid or bad.

The man said nothing.

He just stood lightly in the snow. The boots he wore were very strange, as if they were special products from somewhere.

I seem to have seen it somewhere, but also... I seem to have never seen it before...

Getting older……

I can't even see clearly...

I can’t figure it out…

The man named Yikong's clothes looked like a patchwork of torn pieces of cloth, and he looked quite "sloppy" like a homeless person.

On his waist...are there three long swords...

This posture... must have some origin...

"Uncle Yikong... why don't you leave? Let's go and ask..." The little girl took Yikong's hand and shook it gently.

"Tao Ji, now... run in the direction we came from and wait for me next to those uncles..." Yikong's voice was hoarse, just as deep as his footsteps.

"Ah? Okay...okay..." The little girl named Tao Ji really obediently ran slowly. She ran in the starting direction swaying from side to side, with her hands swinging between her waist and abdomen. Because of her strength, she had to pull her feet heavily out of the snow. Like some kind of dance, the child waved her hands in front of her and ran swayingly.

Longxu Gong looked at the little girl's actions and thought they were a little funny... but he couldn't laugh...

Could it be that we know each other?
Or... a Shadow Hunter?
The visitor is not good...

This old bone... I don't know if I can fight again...

"Excuse me... Your Excellency..." Longxu Gong placed his left hand behind his back and raised his right hand in a gesture of invitation: "Excuse me...where are you from?" Yikong placed his hand on his hat and slowly took it off.

A strong wind suddenly blew up, and the dead leaves that had just died were blown up, blowing Yikong's long hair up like a tornado.

The messy hair had a few bangs passing in front of his eyes, where there was a deep scar that went down the entire eye, but he was not blind, just looked badly injured.

"Ao Chen...long time no see..."

His eyes were fixed on Ao Chen, and he threw the hat to his right. The hat spun in the air, and the wind blew up the fallen leaves and inserted them into the dead trees. The snow floating in the sky rolled with the air waves, and then returned to calm.

Those were not the same snowflakes falling. Those snowflakes blown by the wind had long disappeared without a trace. But who would care whether they were the same snowflakes?

They are just snow, nothing more.

Whether they are the same or different, it doesn’t matter.

Because they are just snow.

"In this world... there are really not many people who can call me like this..." Longxu Gong stood with his legs folded, and the snow flew onto his shoulders.

When he heard this voice... he remembered some things that he had long forgotten...

"Long time no see..." Longxu Gong's voice was very soft, because he was short of breath, not because he was unwilling to say hello properly.

"I never thought... that we would meet here..." Longxu Gong showed an ugly smile.

“No…it doesn’t matter where we meet…” Yikong lowered his posture and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The blade named Ryukiri hummed.

At this moment, perhaps Longxu Gong has remembered some things, but they are so vague that he can't recall them one by one in his mind...

There were only some vague shouts...

【This is war! This is not a joke! 】

[Rebels! Kill without mercy! Whoever dares to say another word! I will chop him down! ]

In a trance... this sentence... is sometimes far away, sometimes near, at this time, and at that time...

"You are... from the Eastern Peach Blossom Island, right? Is everything... okay there?" Longxu Gong chuckled. At this moment, even the sincere greeting seemed disgusting.

Yikong didn't answer.

Instead, he held Long Qi tightly, lowered his head, and felt the air waves around him, which were as calm as water, yet with undercurrents surging.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't open his mouth.

“Okay…” Longxu Gong nodded. His eyes began to burn like fire. Golden light flickered in his eyes. His back suddenly straightened. He circled his right leg, leaving a mark in the snow. He lowered his lower body, circled his right hand, and gathered strength with his left hand on his waist and abdomen.

"We are not without grudges, right?"

Longxugong looked at the man who had already entered combat mode.

His seriousness and stubbornness seemed to be in his bones. He didn't even need the other party's response, but just did what he thought was right.

Including...possible...revenge...

Longxu Gong watched the air waves rolling around him. They were not far away, and the air waves flattened the wind and snow around them in a few seconds, leaving no trace.

"Um……"

The man made a low response, like a lion's roar, and a short "hmm", which made Longxugong feel relieved.

hatred……

This word...

Once you have it... the only way to resolve it is with blood, or to wake up.

It takes one person's life to resolve it, and the blood of countless people to awaken.

Peach Blossom Island...

The name that has disappeared from the map.

Longxu Gong knew that he was not afraid of hatred, as he himself was a person who carried tremendous hatred.

He wished he could take revenge himself.

However, so much time has passed now... For those who need revenge, their wounds have long been smoothed out by time that has nowhere to vent. Perhaps the wounds are still there, or perhaps they will open again, but it is difficult for them to have the impulse of youth, to rush to that person at the cost of their own lives, even if it means smashing his face with a small stone, and to be so "stupid" as to not hesitate to die.

This is "stupid"... maybe funny...

But... people with dignity won't laugh... they will only watch with tears in their eyes as this vengeance ends in blood.

Huge waves and winds blew around the two of them. It was like an ocean made of snow. The wind and waves rolled, and the snow exploded like a bolt from the blue.

Use the wind to control the air, step on the waves and cut the snow!
"I have another question... Can I ask it?" Longxu Gong did not wait for his answer, but spoke in a voice that he could hear.

"do you hate me?"

The aura that everyone exudes is different... Even with his eyes closed, he could still clearly see the old man in front of him.

"hatred……"

This time, the words came out of Yikong's mouth again with a deep voice.

This word is clearly visible.

It was like the final sound formed by a single word, colliding among the dead trees, and when it met the leaves that had not yet fallen, it smashed the poor leaves that were destined to die in this winter, and they fluttered and fell in all directions, leaving no trace when they came.

"That's something you should hate..."

Longxu Gong looked at him.

I don’t know what to say anymore.

Perhaps, for a person who bears such deep and so many sins, dying peacefully is not something that can be achieved.

You will have to pay it back eventually...

This hatred vanished with the demise of the flesh and blood, and even the destruction of the past...

You know what? I really want to tell you... Actually, I don't really know who you are... But I almost understand who you are... Or to put it this way... I met you after all... Even... I can't avoid you.

I have never hidden, nor have I ever thought of escaping from this sin... This is something I caused myself...

It's just that my hatred has not yet ended... I shouldn't die in your hands, I shouldn't come to you to end the sins I have caused when my hatred has not yet ended...

What does that matter?

Every life in this world will perish...

Those who live with hatred...

More pitiful than all those who have committed other sins.

Because they...only want revenge...born for revenge, live for revenge...

For... those who died... The weight of their lives that came to an abrupt end should not be forgiven by future generations. Future generations can only let this hatred continue until...

until……

Perhaps, their descendants should find a way to reconcile...

Then they talked and laughed...

but……

I hope……

Future generations should not touch this unforgivable hatred, just let it...

until……

Forever……

There is one more chapter... It's all about fighting. I'm still revising it... If I can't finish it, I'll post it tomorrow! I won't postpone it.

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