help the disabled

Chapter 5

Gently stroking the chasing soul's hair like a human being: "Every time I kill someone, I will leave a flower garden next to the corpse. Because their relatives, after each corpse appears, will remember the hatred for the murderer again. , I want them to live in the torment of hatred all the time.”

"Understood."

Zhuihun also smiled, and pinched the invisible throat with his backhand. "The thing outside the door is to let people who have hated me for many years find me, right?"

Wuxing kissed Zhuihun's side face, not caring that his life gate was pinched at his fingertips. "Anyway, you don't care about taking a few extra lives, do you? My No.90 has nine guests."

The one who buys his life is the host; the one who sacrifices his life is the guest.

Just deals, killer deals.

The invisible hand slowly slipped into Zhuihun's clothes, rubbed the ball-shaped nipples, looked at Zhuihun's humiliated expression, and smiled contentedly.

"Don't worry, I will let you die comfortably... comfortably..."

The acupoints were sealed, Zhuihun was stripped of his underwear and naked and carried onto the bed, the crude bed board rattled with every movement.The invisible caressing movements are very light and gentle, like embracing a lover, and even the tight buttocks are patiently opened up until they can hold their own giant.

Panting, banging, and moaning through the rough walls in the night, the two male bodies entangled fiercely until dawn.

Just like 17 years ago, the night he first stepped into this room, he was pressed on the bed by a man and raped. It was not until many years later, when he no longer had the appearance of a boy, that he finally stopped being raped every night. Liberated in the middle of the day, because the chasing soul who is obsessed with the boy is no longer interested in his body.

Therefore, this night was a humiliation and even revenge.

As the sky was getting brighter, Wu Xing got out of bed and said to Chasing Soul: "In less than two hours, the officers, soldiers and martial arts people will find this place. If you don't want to be bullied by a group of men, you can find a way to die yourself."

"One...is...who is it?"

With a hoarse voice, he insisted on getting the last answer.

In Wuxing's eyes, there was darkness like the bottom of an abyss. After a long silence, he said with hatred in every word: "Gu, Feng, Lin!"

"—"

Chasing Soul's eyes widened suddenly, until Wu Xing took the sword and left the hut for a long time, until he heard the sound of scolding, roaring and fast approaching footsteps coming from a distance...

"Hahahahaha—"

Zhuihun turned over and sat up, laughing heartily.

It turned out that he raised not only a poisonous snake, but also a scheming snake demon; it turned out that his amnesia was all an illusion, he won the chance of survival with innocent and pure eyes, and even deceived his superb martial arts.

From the very beginning, I was No. 90 on the invisible killing list, and the position of No. 1 has long been planned - for invisible, that is, Gu Tang's biological father - Gu Fenglin.

"Good! Good! Good!"

With three consecutive beeps, Zhuihun exhausted all his strength and rushed out of the hut and went straight to the top of the mountain.

He ran non-stop on the rugged mountain road, even if his body could no longer bear the load, he kept running towards the only waterfall in the mountain.Seeing the waterfall as long as white brocade heading straight to the bottom of the valley, Zhuihun ignored the group of people chasing after him with hatred, and waited, waiting for all the footsteps to approach the place where he was standing.

His pride does not allow him to die at the hands of this group of low-strength people. The only person in this world who can take his life is himself.

Zhuihun jumped into the waterfall, and was carried to the bottom of the valley by the fierce water amidst the interlacing sounds of astonishment and cursing.Ten days later, an unidentifiable male corpse was found on the riverbed five miles away from the foot of the mountain. Finally, only from the torn clothes on the corpse, it was barely confirmed that it was the murderer who had murdered for many years.

But no one knows the real name of this corpse... No one...

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Capital

The crescent moon is reclining, like a weak beauty leaning on the breast of her lover.

The moon, which has never changed for thousands of years, looks at the darkness of the night.Although the moon seen in each place is the same month, people who look up still have different feelings.

For example, the moon in the deep mountains is quiet; the moon in the city is prosperous; the moon in a foreign land makes people shed tears of homesickness.

Under the black gauze hat, invisible looking up at the crescent moon, waiting for the "master" of this entrusted transaction.

The slow and heavy footsteps gradually walked under the elm tree where the invisible was, and there were several coughing sounds mixed in with the steps, as if he wanted to vomit his heart, liver and lungs out of his mouth, which was so ear-piercing that it made people frown.

"Owner."

"Yeah." Nasal hum softly, considered a response.

Turning around, under the gauze hat, he stared at the elderly man in front of him invisible and contemptuously, thinking that he was indeed the pride of the superior—no matter for anyone.

"Who is the guest?"

Intangible asks ordinary questions, but gets unusual answers.

"Gu Fenglin."

Intangible wants to laugh, laughing at the ridiculous fate, my "guest" overlaps with the person I want to kill.

He originally planned to kill Gu Fenglin and finish the last business in front of him, abandon his sword and return to ordinary life, buy Mutian to open a store, and become an ordinary person.

There is no longer only the night and the moon as companions, no longer only walking in the night, no longer taking human lives for one's own survival.

I want to be a person... who can walk under the sun with his head held high...

"Okay, I'll take this deal."

"Cough cough—uh cough—"

The old man bent over and coughed heavily, beating his chest in pain, wishing to empty the thick phlegm that had tortured him in his throat.Relieved after a while, the old man looked at Wu Xing with hatred in his eyes, his eyes pierced through the veil, looking into his eyes, and said.

"Gu Fenglin has a roster in his hand, which contains lists and items traded between court officials and merchants from various places over the past ten years. You must first get this roster before you can kill him."

"What does the roster look like?"

"You'll understand when you see it."

"make a deal."

The old man nodded, waved his hand, and threw a cloth bag invisible.

"This is a deposit, and we will pay later when things are done."

Intangible raised his arm to receive the cloth bag, loosened it with five fingers, and the cloth bag slid along the arm into the hidden pocket inside the sleeve.

The wind blows and the shadows move, the clouds cover the moon, and the woods are plunged into darkness.

When the clouds cleared and the moon appeared, the forest shimmered again, and there were no people under the elm trees, as if nothing had happened, only the rustling sound of the wind blowing over the leaves, one after another.

The fine snow is flying and falling lightly.

Gu Fenglin tilted back the handle of the umbrella, and looked up at the soft, cotton-like snow falling.

"17 years..."

The same street, the same scenery, except for the child who catches the snow with his little hand and eats it.

"Father, Bingbing is delicious!"

The happy little face is still as deep as yesterday, but it has lost seventeen years.

He has searched and searched, over the years, he has gone to every possible place, holding the portrait he drew himself, to search and search, but he only got the result that made him lose again and again.

Others said, don't look for it!

That year when the Fuyuan River flooded, the child should have been washed away by the water and became a lonely soul at the bottom of the river.

Others said, don't look for it!

Even if the children survived the flood by chance, they may not be able to grow up alive. After all, far more people died of starvation than drowning in the flood that year.

He walked through the poor countryside, the aunt's mansion, and the ruined temple where beggars gather...

Every place where a helpless child might be taken and sold, he went where he knew.

Even the little eunuch of Xinna in the palace had entrusted the steward of the cleansing room through his personal relationship, and he kept an eye on whether any poor children of the same age as the children were sent here every year.

But still, no audio at all.

In the past 17 years, he told himself more than once that it is useless, don't look for it.

I have exhausted all methods to find but there is no news, so the saying that the child died in the flood, maybe... maybe it is true...

However, even if he told himself so, as long as he knew that there was a child who looked like him, his legs would still rush there involuntarily.

Searching has become a habit and a reliance of the heart.

The pain of loss whipped his sins, and he let each whip hit the most vulnerable part of his heart like atonement.Redemption, the crime of not doing a good job as a father; redemption, the sin of being stupid and selfish.

"Tang'er..." Over the years, I have sighed countless times.

Holding up the umbrella, covering the cold and fine snow, he walked slowly back to his lonely home for 17 years.

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Gu Fu

There was a noise coming from the front of the house, and the servants could be seen forming a circle, and after a closer look, it turned out that a person had fallen on the ground, and the servants were busy sending him to the government office.

"Send it to the guest room, hurry up and invite the doctor."

The servants looked up and saw that it was the master who had spoken, and after answering, one of the young men carried him on his back and rushed to the guest room, while the other held an umbrella and went to the pharmacy to ask for a doctor.

The doctor was woken up by shaking in the middle of the night, hearing that the official family had something to do, he quickly took the medicine box and followed the people to Gu's mansion.After arriving at the guest room, I was busy taking pulse and acupuncture for a long time, and finally dragged the man with weak pulse back from the gate of hell.

The doctor wiped his sweat with his sleeves, handed the prepared medicine to the servants to boil, and said to Gu Fenglin, "Don't worry, my lord, this person is fine, he will recover after taking a few doses of medicine and resting for a few days."

Gu Fenglin cupped his hands and thanked: "I'm sorry to trouble you for making this trip late at night. Butler, give the doctor a consultation fee."

The butler nodded, led the doctor out of the guest room, and closed the door behind him.

Inside the room, Gu Fenglin looked sideways at the man on the bed. He looked young and handsome, about 20 years old.Looking carefully at his hand exposed outside the quilt, there are obvious calluses on the palms at the ends of the four fingers, and the skin on the tiger's mouth is also rougher than ordinary people, it is the hand of a swordsman.

"Hmm..." The man frowned in pain, as if he wanted to break free from the many nightmares, but he was stuck at the junction of waking up and not waking up.

The copper basin on the bamboo stand by the bed was filled with ice water with thin snow floating in it, and a square scarf was placed beside the basin.Gu Fenglin soaked the scarf in cold water, wrung it out a little, and sat on the bed