Longmen Memoirs

Life is actually not that valuable. If more people here die, it will not cause any loss to Longmen. Rather, the more these scum die, the more people will applaud.

They are not good people, although they laugh, cry, and are sad, and they have good and evil hidden in their hearts.

But when people live, they often don't care about being good or evil. Just because you are strong, you can live, and just because you are weak, you deserve to die.

Chen Mo understood this truth very early.

Chi Xiao's blade was as red as burning blood, but Chen Mo didn't know how to use this weapon. He knew that this weapon did not belong to him, but if it was simply used as a murder weapon, it would be perfect.

Flying limbs, splashing blood, frozen eyes before death, ferocious wailing and gasping, and the shadowy and besieging crowd, under the large shield stained with human blood, seemed like an indestructible city wall.

The tall ghost woman stood calmly behind the gleaming iron shield. The heavy rain washed away the blood on the iron shield, but it could not wash away this sinful land.

The way of resolving grievances in Longmenxiacheng District was too simple and made no sense. Lin Yuxia just stood aside and looked indifferently at the group of people fighting for territory and killing each other.

Many of them haven't even mastered the Origin Stone skills. Of course, given their status, they don't have access to such skills.

Three, six, nine, and so on.

Chen Mo saw Hua Wei being besieged. The black suit on his body was long gone. A long knife was tied to his wrist. There were two hideous scars behind the blood-stained lining, soaked in rain and blood.

He roared like a crazy beast, his eyes were red, and the younger brother behind him fell into a pool of blood, and the blood kept spreading.

Rain is heavy.

It was so big that the sword light and blood were torn apart.

Chen Mo carried the knife and charged all the way. The heavy knife broke the muscles and bones, and Chi Xiao cut through the rain curtain and howling.He heard the voice deep in his heart, but Goudan remained quiet.

That might be an illusion, as something seemed to burst out from the bottom of my heart, like a fire comparable to magma, so even the coldness of the heavy rain could not extinguish that fighting spirit and desire for destruction.

Chen Mo didn't realize that the smile on his lips was so hearty.

He was born to be born in this kind of fighting environment. The heavy rain and blood made him feel happy, especially when a life was taken away with a knife, he could no longer stop this desire.

He didn't notice that the golden color lit up in his black eyes, which was like a breathtaking flame.

So on the other side, the woman carrying Prajna noticed the strange movement here. The people fighting to the death gradually fell down, dyeing the cracked ground in the lower city red.

The rain washed away the long knife and flowed along the arm and blade. The black hair condensed, and Chen Mo tore off the soaked and heavy coat on his body.

He is calm, cool yet manic.

That emotion kept spreading, it was the joy of coming to this dragon gate after suppressing it for more than ten years.

More than ten years ago, he should have grown up here in an ordinary way, instead of being driven around by others.

Longmen was his home.

It was only once...

Xingxiong had never seen the unfamiliar face in front of him. He should be an outsider who had only recently appeared in Longmen. Otherwise, Xiacheng District would have already had the reputation of this person.

But it doesn't matter, Xingxiong looked at the long street where only two people were left, Prajna stuck on the ground.

After tonight, no matter what the result is, the guy in front of him will also become famous. Isn't that the case with Longmen.

"So, you are the one with Shengchang, the new guy who is very good at fighting? With Hua Weijiu."

"Sister Ghost?" Chen Mo asked.

"Xing Xiong, but I don't know why everyone likes to call me Ghost Sister." Xing Xiong raised his head and looked around. The two gangs waiting at the edge of the long street were not allowed to interfere until the death fight was over.

This is the rule of Longmen.

"We are the only two left standing."

"So, someone has to fall first."

"Let me remind you, it's not as easy as you think to step on me."

“How will you know if you don’t give it a try【~

They rushed towards each other in unison.

Xing Xiong suddenly jumped up with a heavy Prajna in his hand. The Prajna was raised high and brought down. There was nothing fancy about her movements.

Chen Mo backed away with the knife.

The star bear who landed on the ground followed closely, wielding the Prajna, and slashed at Chen Mo with the sharp edge. The heavy knife was blocked in front of him, and the blade rubbed dazzling sparks and was submerged in the majestic rain.

Chen Mo held the Chi Xiao in his left hand with his backhand, sparks reflected in his black eyes, and flew towards the building on the side with the Prajna wave. His legs stepped on the wall and bounced. Lin Yuxia's eyes were locked on the Chi Xiao in Chen Mo's left hand. On the sky.

He was covered with heavy rain, and the cold blade cut through the rain curtain.

Xing Xiong raised Prajna.

The two swords left deep marks on the shield.

"Awesome, when did a person like you appear in Xiacheng District?"

After Prajna, Xingxiong couldn't help but praise him. His brown eyes were filled with boiling fighting spirit, and his long green hair was flying in the rain.

"Both each other." Chen Mo clenched his swords.

"But I can't pretend not to see someone who hurt me in front of me." Xing Xiong said coldly.

The heaviness of Prajna seemed like nothing in Xing Xiong's hands. It was spinning rapidly like a roaring chariot, rushing towards Chen Mo with an unstoppable attitude.

Chen Mo retreated, Xing Xiong was very fast.

Chi Xiao stood in front of him, unable to block Prajna's collision. At the moment of the collision, Chen Mo let go of his hand, and Chi Xiao ran away.

Star Bear seemed not to expect that he would release his weapon.

Chen Mo did not retreat but moved forward. The rotating Prajna water chestnut brushed against his neck, leaving a scar on his left shoulder when it tilted.

The heavy knife in his right hand trembled suddenly, the silver blade gradually lit up, and the sound of squeaking made water mist evaporate.

It's so bright in the night rain.

Star Bear's pupils tightened, and the heavy knife slashed across the sharp edge of Prajna's shield. After a brief stalemate, the resonance-ignited blade cut through the sharp corner of Prajna.

The cross-section glowed with a high-temperature red light and quickly cooled down. The iron piece flew up and fell into the water. In the reflection, the silver sword blade was placed between Xing Xiong's neck. If she took one step closer, she could easily tear her neck apart.

Xingxiong looked at the long scarlet knife stuck on the ground behind Chen Mo, and then at the cut off corner of Prajna.

She lowered her hands and put down Prajna.

"You win." She seemed very calm and calm: "That was... a spell."

She reacted quickly, but she didn't expect that Prajna would fail to block the knife, nor did she expect that Prajna would be cut open.

The crowds waiting on both sides quickly gathered together to collect the corpses and wounded of their respective gangs. Wails were heard one after another in the heavy rain.

"Just a little trick." Chen Mo put away the knife.

Xing Xiong looked at him strangely as he walked over and pulled out the Chixiao that was stuck on the ground. The crowd in front of him, including Shengchang and Ma Zai from Sanqiu, dispersed in awe.

"Why don't you take action?" Xingxiong asked, and she pushed away the Sanhui Shedi and Ruotou who were surrounding her.

"What good will it do me if I kill you?" Chen Mo said, inserting the two weapons into the scabbards one by one. He held the scabbard and stood respectfully behind him with Shengchang's Ma Zai holding up umbrellas.

Star Bear looked at him.

"I owe you a favor this time."

"It's not a favor."

She was still young at that time, in her early twenties, with little experience. She had just arrived in Longmen from Dongguo and had not yet adapted to the gang life in the lower city of Longmen. However, she was very unique. She never bullied the weak, was loyal, and had Humanity, people like her shouldn't hang out in gangs, the Guards Bureau is more suitable for her than gang thugs.

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Sitting on the street steps, Hanao held a cigarette in her blood-stained and trembling fingers, biting it tremblingly on the side of her pale mouth. She tried to light it several times but failed.

With a clicking sound, the flames lit up in front of Hanao.

He raised his head, looked at Chen Mo standing in front of him, put down the lighter, and leaned over to light the cigarette in his mouth.

Chen Mo sat down next to him and lit a cigarette.

"Is the injury okay?"

"It's a small injury, but I can't die yet." Hua Wei replied in a low voice, looking at the body being dragged into the car with her silent eyes: "It's you, Ah Mo, you will be a celebrity in the lower city from tomorrow, do you have anything to say? ?”

"A lot of people died tonight."

"People often die in Longmen. Sooner or later, since you have chosen this path, don't expect to be safe and sound. What you owe will have to be repaid in the end." Hua Wei was smoking a cigarette, which could be seen under the changed coat. Blood seeping behind the bandage.

"Including you."

"Including us." Hua Wei lowered his eyelids and stared at the sparks of the cigarette in front of him: "I can see that you are different from people like us. As for me, it is not a pity to die if I die. I don't feel that I It would be terrible to die on the street that day. I did a lot of bad things. I am not a good person, and I don’t expect that I will have a chance to be a good person. Most of the things you see in the lower city are not good people. .”

"There may be some way. Everyone has come here like this, so we can't blame others." He smiled and put his hand on Chen Mo's shoulder: "I can make a living in Longmen, live better, and look well-dressed. In this life, That’s the end.”

"That's not bad." Chen Mo nodded and spat out his eyes.

The heavy rain in front of me washed away the blood on the ground. The blood went away, and the raindrops hit the leaves and branches.

"Seriously, do you blame me for dragging you on board?"

Chen Mo shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, Brother Huawei, I know the way to go."

"It won't be that easy to get ashore again."

"It doesn't matter." Chen Mo smiled dryly and pursed his lips. The smell of nicotine disappeared with the wind and rain: "After all, I can't be considered a good person."

[Where the hell did you come from as a kind person...]

Chen Mo failed to tell Hua Wei that he came here for He Shengchang. He voluntarily embarked on this ship that Hua Wei seemed to have no way to turn back. Chen Mo just saw a kind of life of people struggling to survive in Longmen.

They live such an ordinary and low-level life.

Chapter 15 Confusion

[Fate is often not what people want, but it usually takes countless pains, contradictions and hardships to make people mature. People always make mistakes. Those mistakes may be right or wrong, and it doesn’t matter what someone thinks. , because someone has to do something wrong and become a villain in people's eyes.

People usually say that people who die with resentment will turn into undead and come back for revenge after death. I am not sure whether this statement is correct. If it is true, I should have encountered many dead souls over the years.

I think this statement is incorrect. What is truly correct is that the living people gradually turned into the undead. 】

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Hanao still couldn't make it through.

He leaned on Chen Mo's shoulder as if he had fallen asleep, and the hand holding the cigarette hung at the foot of the cold steps, but Chen Mo knew that he was still alive. He was just too proud to faint, so he kept holding on.

When he was sleeping, he didn't look like the ferocious man who led his younger brother to fight in the rainy night. His face was calm and his breathing was weak.

No one from the Guards Bureau cares about the life and death of these poor people in the lower city. They also know that they are not popular with anyone in this city. They look good, but their lives are not in their own hands. How can they be so good? After a few days, I was hacked to death in a lonely alley, looking at the sky alone and dying coldly and quietly.

Their lives are meaningless and unknown. People are respectful on the surface but secretly poke their spines and scold them for being shameless. They also know that they deserve to be scolded, but they still have to live and try to live a good life.

Chen Mo didn't sympathize with them, he didn't sympathize with Hua Wei, and he didn't sympathize with the gang members who died in this night fight today. He couldn't sympathize with them. People choose their own path, whether it is good or bad, there must be an explanation in the end.

People say that you can't help yourself. Maybe it was true that you couldn't help yourself at first, but as time went by, even you believed this rhetoric, and it really became that you couldn't help yourself.

It's not that people can't make changes, it's just that the cost of change is too high, and they have adapted to this kind of life and can no longer force themselves to settle down. Those bad things you did in the past will not turn back because you have changed your ways. Just write it off, never. Otherwise, how can people distinguish between good and bad, right and wrong, good and evil? Otherwise, how can the humiliation and suffering of ordinary people who are stable be ended?

Is it a mistake to long for stability? Is it true that being a good person means you are born to be bullied? Doesn't a bad person deserve retribution? Just because he is pitiful and has an unspeakable miserable past, he should be forgiven.

These are always two different things.

If you are strong, you should help the weak?

If you are weak, you should be protected?

If I can do it, I should pay for it?

I am eager to protect myself, am I cold-blooded?

There has never been such a morality of buying and selling by force in the world.

The victims should also become perpetrators, and the perpetrators may just be the former victims. Things on this earth are in chaos, and no one can figure it out.

I do shameless things while longing for God’s forgiveness, so I am noble?

Do not,

The only thing a person can do is to have a clear conscience, whether it is right or wrong, slow down and see more.

I saw those who were wronged, I saw those rumors, I saw those words that didn’t mean it. I also saw the bullying of one person by ten people, the hostility of one hundred people against ten people, and the “justice” of ten thousand people against one hundred people.