Chapter 17 Chapter Three Thirteen Thin Knives

Dense fog and running water.Plum blossoms are proud. It's foggy tonight. The fog is on the running water, in the plum blossom forest, and beside the cabin. The stream flows silently in the dark night, and the plum blossoms still stand upright in the dark.The fog over the stream was as thick as smoke. Dreary nights, dreary rivers, dreary weather. The cabin was just as bleak. Zanghua walked into the plum forest, walked across the stream, and approached the cabin. She stopped and stared at the cabin. She watched attentively, carefully, and with great emotion. ——It looks very emotional,

The emotion in the Tibetan flower's eyes is as thick as fog, as thick as autumn. She has nothing to do with the cabin, and it's the first time she's here, why is there such a strong emotion in her eyes, and the wind blows.The dense fog was blown away a bit, but then it diffused around the cabin again. Tibetan flowers in the mist approached the cabin step by step, and she reached out to caress the wooden wall of the cabin. Touch very slowly, touch very lightly. It was as if a wanderer from a different place was touching everything he was familiar with when he returned to his hometown.

An indescribable expression gradually appeared on Zang Hua's face, and her hands were trembling a little. Why? Why did she act like this? Zanghua slowly reached out to the doorknob, holding the lock on the doorknob, and took out a key with the other hand.She opened the door. There are still only a table, a bed and a chair, a thick bowl, a tile lamp and a red clay stove in the wooden house. Zanghua walked in, and the room was as dark as ink, but she walked to the chair as if she knew it very well, and sat down slowly. There was a tile lamp on the table, but she didn't light it, and she didn't want to light it.

Thick fog drifted in through the opened door, immediately pervading the entire room, and covering Tibetan flowers as well. She stared at every place in the house silently in the dark, just like she was staring at her hometown. Time passed by, and Zanghua still did not change her posture at all. She sat like this until her legs felt a little numb, then she sighed softly, stood up, walked to the corner on the left, and squatted down. down. It was still dark at night, and the tile lamp was still full of oil, but it was not lit, so the house was still dark. Tibetan Flower squatting on the ground seemed to be contemplating, and seemed to be contemplating. Finally, she reached out and opened a wooden board on the ground.

Then take out a rusty iron box from the hole under the plank.She stared deeply at the iron box. Her eyes looked like night stars in the dark. She gently opened the iron box. There is a fire pleat inside the iron box.She finally picked up the fire mover and lit it up. The light shot out immediately, illuminating the Tibetan flowers, the house, and the iron box. The lights in the ward were as bright as day. Although Yang Zheng was asking Dai Tian, ​​his eyes were looking out the window. "She went?" "Go." Dai Tian replied. "What are her chances of winning?"

"Four percent." "Forty percent?" Yang Zheng looked out the window, "Too much." "Not much, just right." "Oh why." "If she is 100% sure, our plan will definitely fail, and she is only 20% sure, and the plan will fail even more." Dai Tian said, "Would Qinglong believe that you sent such a person to take the parting hook?" Yang Zheng nodded in agreement. "Everyone knows how to stir-fry vegetables, but whether they taste good or not depends on skill." Dai Tian said. Yang Zheng's eyes fell outside the window, on the night stars, but his heart was under the night stars, somewhere in the distance.

As soon as the fire was turned on, there was a strangely shaped weapon in the iron box, and a cold light flashed, approaching Zanghua's eyebrows. She couldn't help shaking.I don't know if it's because of the cold, or... Tibetan flowers stare at the parting hook in their hands, feeding and talking to themselves. "Parting hook, someone made you into this world to get together, but I didn't expect that what you brought, but only parting," The parting hook was speechless, but the cold light flickered even more, as if in protest. "Since you have been dead for twenty years, why would anyone want you to be resurrected?"

The farewell hook was under the firelight, and there was a faint resentment. "Can your resurrection bring us together?" "Impossible." Zanghua replied by herself. "All you bring is pain, helplessness, sorrow and heartbreak." If the parting hook is spiritual and can speak, can it refute Tibetan flowers? Tibetan flowers are still looking at it, looking very deep, focused and quiet. "She should have gotten the farewell hook by now," Yang Zheng looked at Dai Tian this time. Dai Tian looked out the window at night. "According to the time, she should have left by now."

"That means, if there is an attack, it should be launched now?" "yes." The lights went out, and there was only thick fog between the land. Zanghua walked out of the cabin and closed the door.She held a rusty iron box in her hand. There seemed to be nothing strange in the Merlin, and the water was still flowing silently. The dense fog still covers the earth, and the plum blossoms are still tall and straight. Tibetan flowers walk through the stream and into the plum blossom forest. There seems to be a little light flickering at the end of the stream. ——How could there be such a little light flickering here and now, Zang Hua obviously didn't notice the light at the end of the stream, she continued to walk into Merlin.

The fog in the plum grove is so thick that you can't see your fingers, but Tibetan flowers walk quickly as if they were approaching the old ground. Wherever there is a turn, she will turn, and where there is a stone stumbling, she will go around. She walked in the dense fog of plum trees, as if she was walking in her own home in the middle of the night without turning on the lights. The remnant autumn is like fog, and the night is silent. Tibetan flowers walk in the silent plum grove. Suddenly there was a slight abnormal sound in the thick fog, the very soft sound came from Deaf Flower's head.

The sound was so soft that people wouldn't pay attention to it, but Zanghua heard it, and she immediately looked up vigilantly. Except for the fog in the sky, it was still fog, and nothing could be seen at all. But Zanghua suddenly jumped up and rushed to the place where the sound came from. Just when she was just flying, there was a sudden sound of "咻" from the left, followed by a ball of fire shooting towards the place where Zanghua was just standing, and then a fire ignited rapidly. It ignited upwards circle by circle, gradually shrinking circle by circle, and the small fire circle on the top happened to be the place where the strange sound came out. Several rings of fire circles form a "tower" shape, which just surrounds the Tibetan flowers. When Zanghua jumped up just now, she had already seen the fireball from the left in the air, so when the fire circle ignited, she immediately fell down. Why did she fall?Why not fly out? Zanghua wanted to fly out, but when she flew up, her head had already touched the top of the rope ring. As soon as she hit the rope ring, she knew that she couldn't get out. The rope used for this kind of rope ring was a kind of mountain vine from the Miaojiang area. The skin was picked up and soaked in wine for eight to sixty-four days. Re-woven rope. This kind of rope can't be cut with a sword, and it's also resistant to fire. After being caught by this kind of rope, it is useless to struggle.If you encounter the current situation of Tibetan flowers, there is only one way to go, and that is to wait to be burned to death. The fire is getting bigger and bigger, but the circle is getting smaller and smaller.Seeing that the Tibetan flowers were about to be burned, she was not in a hurry. ——It’s no wonder if you’re not in a hurry. She looked around to see if there was room to escape. No. There is not a little space part. The flames in the dense fog seemed to come from hell. Tibetan flowers are also going to hell. The flames in the Kongming lanterns are also very strong, so the room is also very bright. Yang Zheng stared at the flames. "If you are attacked, what kind of hospitality will you give? Dai Tian thought about it. "The parting hook is something that the Qinglong Society must acquire. Although Zanghua is a woman, no one has ever seen her real kung fu. If I were to fight her, I would be a little scared." He looked at Yang Zheng, and continued: "If Qinglong will make a move this time, Zanghua will definitely be shocked." The fiery hospitality really surprised Zanghua. The circle of fire is getting smaller and smaller: Zanghua has already felt the biting heat and smelled the smell of burnt hair. Yang Zheng let out a sigh of relief, and turned his head to look at the night sky. "Zanghua is a person I really admire." Yang Zheng smiled. "In some ways, she's very much like me." Dai Tian didn't answer, he knew that Yang Zheng must have something to say. "In my current mood, I actually feel a little worried about gains and losses." He smiled. "I hope that Qinglong Club's hospitality this time will not make her unbearable." Zang Hua vowed not to eat grilled fish next time, she finally knew what it was like to be grilled. Her clothes had burned in several places.She quickly turned it off.It is really inconvenient to hold the iron box in one hand and shoot many flames with the other. iron box.Zang Hua suddenly remembered the drinking box.Then a smile appeared on her face, a smile with tears in it. Just when she started to smile, she held the iron box with both hands and raised it above her head. Her people also rushed to the top of the fire circle. When the iron box touched the top of the fire ring, the Tibetan flowers still rushed upwards, so the fire ring flew up. The man flew towards the stream with a ring of fire. There was a sound of "chih," and then white smoke rose from the surface of the river, and the river water was also bubbling. After a while, Zanghua stood up from the bottom of the water, took a deep breath, and shook her head contentedly. "Old Gaixian is so cruel, he actually likes grilled fish." Zanghua pressed her hair with her hands, and waited for the water to subside a little before walking towards the river. After walking three steps, Zanghua's face suddenly showed pain, her left leg bent down, and bright red blood quickly sprang up on the river surface. As soon as she gritted her teeth, she kicked her right foot, and she immediately left the water and fell to the shore. A figure followed closely in the river, holding a Dongliu samurai sword, and swiped at Zanghua's waist. As soon as the Tibetan flower man fell to the ground, he immediately rolled forward on the spot, avoiding the sharp knife. The figure landed, pressing the ground with his left hand, holding a samurai sword in his right hand, raising his eyebrows horizontally, straightening his right foot to the ground, bending his left leg, and shooting Zanghua with his eyes like blades. Zanghua's left foot was slightly bent, and there was a bloodstain in her left calf, and the blood continued to flow out.When she saw the man with the katana, she knew he was a ninja from Fuso. "Could this be one of the mysterious 'ninjutsu' of the legendary ninjas in the Middle East, 'Water Killing'?" Zang Hua thought to himself: "Why have I never heard that someone in the Central Plains martial arts has learned this kind of martial arts that is close to magic? " According to ancient legend, "ninjutsu" is a method that can make one's figure suddenly disappear in front of the enemy, or a martial art that suddenly appears. To learn this mysterious "ninjutsu", you have to cut off your lust and dedicate yourself completely to the sacrifice of "ninjutsu". Ninjas who master ninjutsu are usually mysterious figures who are regarded as ghosts. Zanghua resisted the pain in her left leg, she couldn't be negligent in front of the enemy. — Negligence is death. She looks at the ninja. "Your Excellency is from Dongliu," "Yes." The voice was as cold as his own. "Your Excellency?" "Tianfeng Fourteenth Lang." "Tianfeng Fourteenth Lang?" Zanghua's eyes revealed a look of surprise. In the past, a ninja from Dongliu Iga Valley came to the Central Plains Wulin. He brought his two sons to the Central Plains. He first challenged Xuan, the director of the Beggar Gang, and ended up being slapped.Then he faced Master Tianfeng, the master of Shaolin. This ninja is called Yafeng Shishiro. Zanghua's gaze meets the ninja's gaze. "Iga's ninja is invincible. More than 30 years ago, he occasionally appeared in Fujian and Zhejiang. Could it be a senior?" "Exactly." "Senior has come here several times, so that I can see Iga's secret skills when I am a junior. This junior is really overjoyed." Zang Hua asked: "But I don't know why senior appeared here tonight?" "Find the fist and palm of the past." The ninja's posture remained unchanged. "It's a pity that Senior Ren and Master Tianfeng have both passed away, otherwise, Senior's wish will be fulfilled." "No need." "What does Xiao Bi mean?" "You can represent." Zanghua was taken aback for a moment, then smiled. "The younger generation wanted to learn more from the seniors, but I have something urgent, but I hope the seniors can borrow the way." Zanghua said: "I will definitely come to ask for advice someday." Tianfeng Shishilang suddenly raised his head and laughed wildly, a sad smile The sound shook Mei Lin's plum blossoms, and the thick fog seemed to lighten a little.Zang Hua's face showed surprise, and he didn't know why he was laughing? "Come to ask for advice some other day?" The ninja laughed wildly and said, "Back then, I was punched and punched, and I returned to the east with hatred. I swore that when I came to Middle Earth again, I would definitely fight eleven thousand and one hundred people." His razor-like eyes approached Zanghua. "You are the eighty-third." "You are the eighty-third." As soon as the words fell, a flash of light flew out from the ninja's left flank. Zang Hua only felt that the light was dazzling, and a silver light like an eagle's hook was coming towards him, coming as fast as an electric shock. She twisted her body immediately, and slid seven feet away, who would have thought that the silver light seemed to have eyes, flying past like a shadow. Zang Hua's feet were wrongly connected, and his figure flickered seven times in a row.But the silver light was like a night star, making people wonder how to dodge it. Zanghua's right hand suddenly stretched forward, and drew a circle from left to right, within the circle she drew, suddenly two black stars flew out. With a "choke", the silver light all over the sky suddenly disappeared. "Eight grid wild deer! It actually broke my 'dead scroll technique'." The ninja's eyes were furious. "Hmph! Well, let's take a look at my 'Alchemy' again." The ninja turned over and raised his hand, a purple smoke rolled towards the Tibetan flower like a sea wave. There seemed to be a little sparkling purple star in the fog. Along with Zi Yan, Zang Hua's body retreated immediately, and immediately jumped into the sky. There was a loud "boom", like lightning and thunder, and Ziyan immediately slammed "and opened". A plum tree that was originally behind Zanghua was blown into two parts from the middle, and the blasted part was burned into coke as if struck by lightning. A gust of cold phoenix blew past, plum blossoms fluttered in pieces, and a tall and straight plum tree suddenly withered, and its pure white snow-like petals also turned withered yellow in an instant. Zang Hua was a little surprised. "Dongliu ninja, the supernatural powers are really great." The ninja's eyes suddenly shot out a light that was both excited and sad.He stared at the Tibetan flowers without blinking, his eyes gradually exuded a strange light, and seemed to have a strange hypnotic power. Although Zanghua had a smile on her face, every inch of her body was full of vigilance, but her eyes were only fixed on the katana in the ninja's hand. The ninja raised the knife across his eyebrows, slowly moved it forward, and slowly straightened it up. His left hand also slowly leaned towards the handle of the knife, and then he held it with both hands, exerted force, and twisted it. The light of the blade, like a pool of autumn water, is green and cold, piercing into the flesh and bones. Seeing the attitude of the ninja, Zanghua frowned slightly. "Slash against the wind?" "Yes." The ninja grinned. "This 'Facing the wind with a knife cut' is the essence of the way of swordsmanship. When the sword comes out, there will be blood, and when the sword comes out, it will kill." The blade is facing Zanghua, and the ninja's bewitching eyes are fixed on her. The light of the knife and eyes have enveloped the Tibetan flowers. The knife did not move. Although the knife didn't move, the murderous aura forced out from the blade was getting heavier and heavier. Tibetan flowers dare not move. She knew that as long as she moved a little, there would be an opening, and the opponent's "killing" knife would be cut off immediately. Braking with stillness is the highest essence of martial arts. "If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. If the enemy moves, I will move first. If I don't attack, I will stop. If I attack, I will hit." When masters compete, isn't it just a finger that can tell the winner? The dense fog was thick, the wind was howling, and the question of heaven and earth was full of killing intent. The soft sound of running water seems to be getting farther and farther away, and it can't even be heard. Only the rhythmic breathing of ninjas and Tibetan flowers is left in the earth. Getting heavier and heavier. A "quiet" confrontation is actually more terrifying than a "moving" fight. It is more difficult to be "static" than "moving". You can see the "movement", and you can prevent it at any time. "Quiet" is full of unknowable crises and unknowable dangers. ——No one can predict where the ninja will cut the first knife of "Yingfeng One Sword". In this brutal autumn night, Zanghua could already feel beads of sweat dripping from the tip of her nose. The ninja's eyes were still shining with a strange light, and even the tip of the knife did not tremble. But at this moment, a ray of cold wind suddenly hit Zanghua's face.She blinked. Blinking, the knife moves. The ninja let out a soft drink, and the samurai sword in his palm slashed down. This knife looks flat, but it is so fast that people can't feel it moving. Fast to very bland. This knife is really too ordinary, but it contains the essence of martial arts, the wisdom of facing the enemy, and the limit of martial arts that the world can accommodate, all contained in this ordinary knife. The ninja's eyes turned red, and the clothes all over his body were vibrated by the real power from his body. This knife is sure to kill, and he doesn't need to spare any more strength. Can "Welcome the Phoenix and Slash with a Sword" really be invincible in the world? When Daofeng came, Zanghua had already lay down, and the iron box in her hand flew out to meet Daofeng. With a sound of "whistle", sparks shot out. The iron box was cut open. When the sparks came together, the murderous aura disappeared. When the iron box cracked, a gap was opened by the edge of the knife. As soon as the sparks were lost, the person who took the flower turned over to the back of the ninja, and slapped the ninja on the back with both hands. With a sound of "um", the ninja threw himself forward, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but there was no pain on his face, and he suddenly laughed out loud. But Zanghua stood there motionless, with no expression on her face, but sweat was already streaming from her forehead. Her hands were already bloodshot, dripping drop by drop along her fingers. The ninja laughed and stood up, picking up the cracked iron box. Zanghua didn't move, she just watched the iron box being taken away by the ninja. "This is Iga's original 'no regrets technique'." The ninja laughed. "Patters, if the time is right, you will surely die. You used such force just now, and you can't live for more than two hours." Zang Hua's lips were already biting hard, and blood was dripping out, her face was still expressionless. No pain, no regrets, no emotion, but a trace of hatred. The ninja laughed wildly again. Amidst the wild laughter, his figure had disappeared in the depths of Merlin. Of course the parting hook had gone with him. There are only Tibetan flowers left in the world. The little light at the end of the stream seemed to be getting brighter and bigger. The earth is desolate, and the thick fog is still misty. In the silence, there was a sudden sound of hole Xiao. A cold wind blows. On the foggy stream, the little light gradually brightened. Not a lamp, but a furnace light. The fire is on the boat, and the sound of the hole Xiao also comes from the boat. A lone boat, a small red clay stove, and the flickering firelight shone on an old man sitting cross-legged on the bow. With a green bamboo hat and a brown coir raincoat, his hair is as spontaneous as snow, and he is concentrating on blowing the dongxiao. The sound is low and desolate. There is a burst of bitter and clear fragrance in the wind. The scent comes from a porcelain jar over the fire. I don't know if it's tea boiled on the stove?or medicine, A lonely boat, a weak fire, a lonely old man, a hole Xiao. Xiao sounded sad. For the old man on this boat, all the joys and sorrows in life must have become passing clouds. Is he also checkmate? Hearing the sound of Xiao, the Tibetan flowers that were not moving suddenly moved, and she turned to look at the old man on the boat. "Old man on the boat, can you roll the boat over?" Xiao Sheng stopped. "What are you going to do?" "You are sitting alone on the boat blowing the flute, and I am standing alone on the shore in a daze. Why don't the two of us sit together and chat, so as to pass this ruthless night." The old man didn't open his mouth, but the whistle sounded again, and the light boat was slowly approaching. In the small porcelain pot on the stove, the water is already boiling, and the bitter and clear aroma is even stronger. "Is this tea?" Tibetan flowers have already boarded the boat. "It's still medicine," "It's tea." The old man said lightly. "It's medicine." The old man looked at the flickering sparks, and with a strange expression on his aging face, he went on to say, "You are still young, maybe you haven't yet tasted the taste of bitter tea." "However, I know that only after all the hardships can there be euthanasia." The old man raised his head, looked at her, and gradually smiled, and there was a smile in every wrinkle on his face. A weathered smile. The old man picked up the small porcelain jar and poured a glass. "Okay, you have a drink." "And you?" "I don't drink." "why?" "Because I have tasted all kinds of bitter tea in the world." This is a very sad sentence, but it has a special flavor when it comes out of his mouth. "Since you don't drink it, why do you make tea?" Good question. "The person who makes the tea is not necessarily the person who drinks the tea." There are many things like this in the world, and young people, of course, don't quite understand it. Zang Hua took the cup filled with old tea. The tea was still piping hot, and the cup that held it was thick but big, so she drank it in one gulp. Whether drinking tea or drinking, she drank very quickly.Whatever she does, she does it quickly. Was it because she already felt that her own life would end just as quickly? The past tea has been drunk, whether people are about to die, "If I say something," Zang Hua said with a smile, "you will be surprised." "Say it!" "I'm already a dying man." "As soon as a person is born, he is already waiting for death." "What I said is true." "I can see that." "You're not going to throw me off the boat," "Since you are allowed to go up, why should I drive you off?" The old man's words were full of philosophy. "But I will die here anytime." Zang Hua said, "I will die in front of you." "I have seen life, and I have seen death." "If I were you, I wouldn't want a stranger to die on my boat," "That's the truth," said the old man, "it's a pity you're not me, and you won't die on my boat." Zanghua was shocked. "why?" "Because you met Wu Thirteen." "No Thirteen?" Zang Hua asked, "Who is No Thirteen?" "I." "You?" Zanghua asked again: "Will I not die if I meet you?" "Yes." The old man's voice was very cold. "You met me, even if you want to die, you can't do it." "why?" "Because I don't want a stranger to die on my boat." Hearing this sentence, Zanghua smiled. "You think I can't save you?" "You only see my wound." Zang Hua looked at her hands. "But you didn't see the poison in me, so you think you can save me." "Oh?" "Although my injury is only on the flesh, the poison comes from a distant place, and the poison is already in the bone." "Oh?" The old man showed no expression. "No one can cure my poison." "Not even one?" "Maybe there is one person." Zang Hua looked at the desolate river. "Who?" Zanghua smiled wryly, patted on her clothes, and stood up. "This person is definitely not you." "So you want to go," "I don't want to die on your boat." "You can't go." "why?" "So I drank a cup of bitter tea for you." "Xicha?" Zanghua said, "You want me to pay you back?" "I can't afford it." The old man fiddled with the charcoal fire. "You can't afford it." Zang Hua wanted to laugh out loud, but she couldn't. She suddenly felt numbness in her fingers and toes, and it was gradually spreading upwards. "Do you know what kind of tea you're drinking?" "What tea?" "Wu Ma San." The old man said lightly: "One, two, three, four, five, five, numb numb, scattered loose." "Wu Ma San?" Zang Hua said, "Isn't this Hua Lun's secret recipe? After Hua Lun's death, it was lost." "But there is one person who is determined to find out the secret of this formula again. He has spent sixteen years and finally succeeded." When he said this, there seemed to be tears in the old man's late eyes. "This person is you?" The old man didn't answer, but his eyes became cold again. "Can you afford to pay for a cup of tea like this?" "I can't afford it," she smiled wryly. "It's just that if I knew what kind of tea it was, I would never drink it." "It's a pity you've already drank it now." Tibetan flowers can only smile wryly. "So now your limbs must have started to feel numb, and you will never feel pain if you are cut." "Really?" The old man didn't answer, he slowly took out a dark brown leather case. The leather case is flat and flat. Although it is very old, it has a peculiar luster due to the friction of human hands for many years. The old man slowly opened the leather case, and a light blue light flashed inside immediately. The light of the blade. Thirteen knives. Thirteen knives with strange shapes, some are like hooks and sickles, some are like saws, some are long and narrow, and some are curved. These thirteen knives have only one common feature-the blades are all thin, thin and sharp. The old man stared at the thirteen knives, his aging eyes suddenly revealed a light sharper than the blades. "I will use these thirteen knives against you." The old man looked serious. "Such a thin knife, it will definitely not hurt to cut it." Zanghua wanted to laugh, but the smile was very stiff. The terrible numbness had almost spread to her whole body, only her eyes could still see, and her mouth could still move. She was looking at these thirteen knives, and she couldn't help but look at them. The river flows quietly, the fire in the stove has gradually weakened, and the fog is still thick. The old man picked up a long and narrow knife. A knife that is nine inches long is only six cents wide. "First I will use this knife to cut your flesh." The old man took her hand. "The flesh on your hands is already starting to rot." "and then?" "Then I will use this knife to deal with you." The old man picked up another hook-like knife. "Tear your flesh with this knife." "and then?" The old man put down the knife like a hook and sickle, and chose another knife. "Then I will use this knife to slash your flesh and blood, scrape out, dig out, and dig out the poison in your flesh and blood." The old man wanted to cut the flesh of the Tibetan flower, but also broke the bone, but she didn't even blink her eyes.Her eyes were fixed on the thirteen knives. The old man stared at her. "I promise you will never have a little pain then." Zanghua looked up at him. "Is it because I've already drank that bowl of Wumasan?" "That's right." The old man said, "This is what Wumasan is for." "Do you know what kind of poison I have?" "This kind of extremely poisonous poison can only be used by villains." The old man stared at her hand. "No Regrets? It's a shame those dwarves came up with such a name." "You already knew that I was poisoned by this kind of poison?" Zang Hua stared at the old man. "So you have already prepared this method for me?" "yes." "How do you know?" "Yuan owes others love for me." "Family? Who is this family?" "Alone." The old man looked into the depths of the thick fog. "A very old, very old friend." "Who is this guy?" "Old people always forget things easily." The old man said, "I have forgotten who he is." This is a lie. Zanghua knows it, but doesn't expose it.She never forces others to do what they don't want to do.She only asked lightly, "He wants you to save me?" "yes." "What if I don't want you to save me?" When Zanghua said these words, she suddenly felt that terrible numbness had spread to her brain and heart. She heard the old man's voice. "Do you want to die?" She also heard her own voice. "In no mood." The last sound Zanghua heard was the sound of a blade scraping against a bone. It was her own bones. She felt nothing at all. It was dawn and the fog cleared away. The white snow that had not been seen for many days began to float again. it's dark. The snow is still falling. The plum petals have been covered with a layer of snow. Whether it is dark or dawn, there is always a beautiful side to life. Why should a person die if he can live? ——Who really wants to die?