If you take the wrong path, you can turn back. But can you turn back in life?

Lian Sheng wants to turn back now. It's not because of some discovery of conscience, or because he wants to abandon evil and promote good, or want to retreat from the world, but because it hurts. It hurts. The sore on his chest is like a piece of red-hot carbon being pressed against his skin.

The fire is not only painful, but also itchy, the itching is heartbreaking, the pain is bone-piercing, and the pus flowing out is like the bloody phlegm spit out by those suffering from tuberculosis. It is yellow and red, and has a faint rancid smell.

But he didn't dare to scratch, so he had to endure it.

This is the disease that has caused him to suffer for many years.

He was half-lying and half-sitting in a dilapidated house with ruins and tiles and overgrown weeds. He was shaking all over, with two protruding veins on his forehead that were beating from time to time. His eyes were cracked, and his old face looked a little ferocious.

terror.

In this half-dead, half-dead moment, Lian Sheng thought of a lot.

For example, how he learned to do tricks.

His family was poor since he was a child. In order to have food and clothing and to get ahead, he started learning magic tricks at the age of ten. No one taught him so he figured it out on his own. If he couldn't figure it out, he would peek at the craftsmen's unique skills. He was beaten half to death several times.

Threatening to gouge out his eyes, his mother knelt down and begged again and again before they let him go. Therefore, he vowed that he would become the most powerful craftsman and learn the most mysterious and superb tricks in the world.

At the age of fifteen, he left home and traveled around for eight years. When he returned home after completing his studies, he saw only two barren graves. His parents had been dead for many years and died of famine.

So far, he has no worries anymore. He has been wandering around the world for several years. Just because someone coveted his magical skill of "Immortal Rope", he continued to fight and killed many people. Like many killers in the Black Stone, he is also the "King of Wheels"

"Rescued from death row.

It has been almost forty years since I entered the Black Stone.

He remembered many things very clearly, but the only thing he didn't know was when the sore on his chest grew. In recent days, he also noticed something terrible. There seemed to be a faint itching behind his back.

The disease is getting worse and worse, and there is swelling on the face from time to time.

Retribution?

He has killed many people, good people and bad people, those who should be killed and those who should not be killed.

But can he still turn back?

If I didn't become a killer, but just did magic tricks and became a craftsman, wouldn't this be the end of me?

He took the prepared plaster with a rope and applied it to the sore. His eyes were sinister, he gritted his teeth in pain, and hummed.

No, don't look back, he doesn't want to look back, what's wrong with being a killer? In a word, one look can make someone fearful, instead of looking at other people's faces, nodding and begging like those craftsmen setting up stalls on the street.

Giving alms and asking for pity.

People like that are truly pitiful.

Isn't that the case with everyone? Whenever you do one wrong thing, you will probably make the same mistake again and again. If you tell a lie, you will have to use ten or a hundred lies to cover it up. If you kill a good person, that's it.

If you want to kill seven or eight people to silence them, if you start to go bad, then you have to continue to go bad. There is no turning back, and there is no turning back.

What's more, the Wheel-turning King will definitely not allow him to turn back. Maybe when he turns back, it will be his death.

He doesn't want to die. Not only does he not want to die, he also wants to live well.

But after the sore appeared, he discovered that it was very difficult to live well. He could not eat food, drink alcohol, or eat meat. If he ate the wrong food, it would be a torture worse than death.

The sores ooze pus, the disease in the body worsens, and the patient wails every night.

He is not a monk. If he eats steamed buns with plain noodles and sesame cakes with clear soup every day for decades, even if he stops eating and vomits, he will still be tired of eating and tired of eating. Furthermore, the Wheel-turning King secretly and openly wants him to take the "immortal rope".

"According to legend, he was really afraid that the food he ate would be drugged, so he had even less food to eat.

He made a lot of money, but he lived worse than a monk. He was full of hidden illnesses and internal injuries. He was worse off than dead. He had money, but he couldn't spend it, and he had no life to spend it. This was the saddest thing.

He has turned sixty years old.

Feeling the pain and itch gradually pressing down on his chest, Lian Sheng suddenly thought: "Perhaps, he should pass on the "Fairy Rope". This is his most proud and best skill. If he died suddenly that day, this body

Isn’t it true that a unique skill has no successor?”

Somehow, he thought of the little girl he met in the evening and the cake. "That cake is so delicious, much better than those steamed buns and sesame cakes!"

As he thought about it, he suddenly laughed softly, his laughter was strange and sharp. He was laughing at himself, a frightening killer. In the end, what he thought about was not money or women, but a piece of cake. This is

How ridiculous and sad.

However, he still has a chance. As long as he gets Rama's body and practices the above martial arts, maybe his tormenting injuries can be cured without medicine.

Then, all his thoughts turned into a faint sigh, sighing away the sadness and helplessness he had felt for half his life.

Sophora cake? Back then, when I was young, my mother seemed to have made it too.

Lian Shen leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and thought about things.

There is still wind and rain outside, and the rain is dripping.

But not long after he closed his eyes, he suddenly opened them again.

Because there was a vague sound of footsteps, and they stopped outside the broken house. Someone was coming, and the other person was unabashed and straightforward.

Lian Sheng's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but pull out the Liuhuo swords with both hands, carrying the package on his back, and walked out.

In the dark rain, a figure wearing a rain hat stood in the rain curtain, silent and silent.

"Who are you?"

Lian Sheng smiled sinisterly and touched the two knives. The blade of the knife burst into flames. Then he flicked it casually, and the two fireballs cut through the wind and rain and flew towards the black shadow.

"Zheng!"

A crisp trembling sound suddenly rose, and two swords were pulled out from behind the black shadow and slashed out in front of him. The fireball that could not be extinguished by wind and rain immediately dissipated in the air and turned into a ball of sparks.

The opponent turned out to have two swords as well.

And as fast as lightning.

Lian Rope's pupils suddenly tightened, and he saw a round of sword light flying in like a top, splitting the wind, chopping up the rain, and flying in front of him from the grassy courtyard with a terrifying cold light.

He laughed ferociously, and just as he was about to take action, there was a faint pain in his chest, and his face couldn't help but look ugly. The other party had picked the right time, and it was actually now when his illness was taking effect.

"who are you?"

He shouted sharply.

But the mysterious man who fought with him didn't pay attention to him at all. The two swords in his hands flew like shadows, and he slashed down one after another, killing people with his swords. His murderous moves were revealed, with terrifying strong winds, torrential rain, and the force of the swords.

A cloud of drizzle came in, hitting his face like needles pricking him.

"Humph, I don't know whether to live or die!"

Seeing the other party pretending to be deaf and mute, even with the rope, his murderous intention suddenly rose. He was very confident. Even though he was suffering from illness, he never paid attention to Lei Bin, Xiaoyu and the others. Even the King of Wheels really wanted to take action.

Come on, the outcome is unknown.

His sword was different from the opponent's sharp sword. As soon as the blade turned, two extremely fiery snakes on the blade rushed out with a "swish", which caught people off guard. But in the blink of an eye, the two fire snakes were cut into seven or eight pieces by the two swords.

, silently annihilated, the blade turned and struck again.

Lian Sheng was secretly frightened at the sight. He was about to fight with him as soon as he breathed, but the sore on his chest seemed to burst open again. He frowned in pain. He had no intention of getting entangled at the moment and untied the baggage behind his back.

"Fairy rope, get up!"

A rope immediately went straight up, as straight as a vertical line.

"Do you dare to follow me?"

Lian Sheng sneered and quickly climbed up.

The black shadow stared intently but did not follow. Instead, he struck the rope with his knife. However, with this clean and sharp strike, there was no mark on the rope, and it was not even shaken.

"you,"

Lian Sheng sneered and wanted to say more, but he saw two sword lights flying through the air from below. He hurriedly dodged to avoid it, but he didn't know where it was cut. He screamed and jumped up, but the person was no longer visible.

.

Only the rope fell to the ground.

"You run really fast!"
Chapter completed!