"Puff"

The sound of a sharp knife piercing flesh.

A tall man with a beard stabbed a young woman in the abdomen with a dagger.

The woman seemed to be in her prime, with fair skin, delicate and somewhat excessive facial features, and a perfect beauty. The most outstanding thing was undoubtedly her eyes, which were so clear and terrifying.

When facing death, she did not struggle or resist. There was nothing in her eyes, but it seemed that there was everything. If you look closely, there seemed to be a trace of pity, pity for the person who killed him.

The woman just leaned against the tree, letting the blood flow out from her wound. She looked at her killer with such clear and frightening eyes. Such a strange scene. The big man with a beard and beard seemed to be frightened, and fiercely

He broke it into pieces and left quickly.

Time passed like this minute by minute. Suddenly the tranquility in the air was broken, "You are going to die!"

The woman looked at the tree hole behind her with a cold expression, "Come out."

Yingmeng pouted in the tree hole. She had finally thought of it! The problem was that she seemed to be stuck, but as a boss, could she show it? So Yingmeng continued to squat in the tree hole and act like a ghost.

"Little girl, if you have any last wishes, you need to tell me as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will be too late!"

The woman curled her lips, and her delicate face suddenly came to life, like glaciers melting and flowers blooming in spring, with warmth and harmlessness. "Conditions?"

Yingmeng blinked, she was a smart person. But if she was a smart person, why didn't she hide when others killed her?

"Don't say anything. Then let me guess. What's the use of a dying person?" The woman didn't respond when she saw the other person. Her red lips slightly opened, "

You want my identity, right?"

Yes, this is exactly the purpose of Yingmeng. She has previously researched a method to mark the population. Everyone who applies for household registration will get a small card.

As long as a drop of blood is dropped on the card, the card will be connected to the person. If the person dies, the card will be broken. If the card is taken away by force, the card will be broken. The summary is that unless the card holder

He is willing to give his identity to you, otherwise you will never be able to replace him.

At that time, the main purpose was to prevent people from replacing other people's identities, and Yingmeng controlled others. Now the situation has changed, and it is Yingmeng's turn to need this identity card. Yingmeng will naturally try his best to get this girl who finally came to his door.

Give her your identity.

"I said, girl, you are going to die. Don't you have anything you want to do? I can help you complete it."

The woman stopped laughing, "So I should give you my identity. It's useless if I keep it anyway, right?"

Yingmeng no longer knows what to say. Is this a normal reaction?

Seeing no response, the woman continued: "Out of the most basic courtesy, can I see who the person who is about to replace me is?"

Yingmeng was silent for a moment and said helplessly: "Look back."

The woman turned her neck with difficulty and met the eyes of Ying Meng who was squatting in the tree hole.

Yingmeng: “Can you help me?”

"I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do. This is beyond the scope of retrospection." The woman sighed. "I think I know why you need my identity." The woman erased the traces on the identity card and threw it to the shadow.

Meng, before Ying Meng could speak, she continued: "I hope I can keep my promise. I want to confess to An one last time. No matter whether I answer or not, I will leave no regrets."

Then the woman looked at her seriously and said calmly: "Ying Meng, I'm going to die."

Shadow dream???

Three black lines were drawn in front of Yingmeng. Who would seriously tell others that he was going to faint?

But the next second, the woman's neck tilted and she fell in front of Yingmeng.

Yingmeng poked the side of the man's face with his finger.

Really dead?

No way.

However, after confirming twice and three times that this person was really dead, Yingmeng had to accept this fact with a grim face.

Ying Meng looked at the sky speechlessly, why did she always meet such strange people.

Sighing, he still had to do business. Ying Meng quickly invaded the woman's brain with Yin Qi and read all his memories.

The woman's name is Feng Xi, and she was once a proud daughter of heaven. She not only has a good family background, good looks, high cultivation, good personality, great talents, but also is proficient in planning. Legend has it that for her, human nature can be calculated.

Later, her cultivation disappeared inexplicably, and even she herself didn't know why.

Overnight, the proud daughter of heaven turned into a good-for-nothing that everyone could bully. First she was expelled from her family because she had no use value, and now she was murdered to death.

However, with her intelligence, even without hypocrisy, she could easily calculate all the people who had hurt her. But she didn't, there was no resistance, no struggle, no anger.

Except for the initial decadence when her cultivation was ruined, she gradually became taciturn. Not because of fear, but because of disappointment. It was as if she was an outsider in her life. In all her memories,

She was like a bystander, watching others bully her and pitying the hateful perpetrators. Rather than saying she was stupid, it was better to say that she never cared.

After reading this, Ying Meng tightened her lips slightly. She raised her head and looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle, not knowing what she was thinking. After a moment, she waved her hand, and Feng Xi's soul appeared in front of her eyes.

Ying Meng: "Feng Xi, let's talk about life."

Feng Xi's face was expressionless: "If you want to ask me how I know you are Yingmeng, you can look at the tree."

Ying Meng raised her eyes and saw her sea fishing document stuck on a tree not far away. With that abstract style of painting, Ying Meng bets that the person who painted this painting definitely didn’t use more than three strokes. To be honest, that was a magical stroke.

She didn't even recognize the graffiti.

Yingmeng looked at Feng Xi, and Feng Xi understood, "Stature."

Ying Meng followed Feng Xi's gaze and looked at her figure. She coughed lightly, "I've just gained weight recently."

The two looked at each other like this for a quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour, five quarters of an hour later...

There was still silence.

Shadow Dream: "..."

"Aren't you going to speak?"

"Didn't you come to talk to me?" Feng Xi asked calmly.

Yingmeng:...It seems like this is really the case.

"Don't you hate it? The once beloved daughter of heaven was trampled over and over again by the people who used to treat you like slaves. You obviously didn't do anything, but you were treated like that by them. All pride was instantly destroyed, and all glory

It came to naught. Don’t you want revenge? Why don’t you let me avenge you?”

"Is the ideological and moral education in the fairy world so backward?" Feng Xi said calmly without any emotion in her cold eyes: "Why hate? What's the use of hating them? Revenge, will all the hurt I suffered disappear?"

"Why not hate? Why not take revenge? Shouldn't they be punished for doing wrong things?" Yingmeng touched his chin, "

People always have to pay for their actions, right?"

Feng Xi's cold eyes fell on Ying Meng, "It's up to you to decide what's right or wrong. Then there is no such thing as unforgivable evil in this world. Revenge? Hate? Why should you use other people's mistakes to punish yourself? Even if you really get revenge.

, what's the use? Believe me, when you go through all the hard work to make those little guys pay the price, you have already lost. Believe me, revenge is not as satisfying as you think. Build your life on hatred

, is a waste of life.”

Yingmeng looked at Feng Xi complicatedly, "But don't you hate me?"

The corners of Feng Xi's lips curved slightly, and her voice was clear and cold with a hint of chill: "Hate! But if I fight violence with violence, what's the difference between me and those people? I count every one of their actions.

Come out. Those idiots like the pleasure of domination. All their actions are inevitable under a bunch of factors. So I hate them. It’s not them I hate. It’s the world that turned them into such a hateful world."

Looking at the confused Ying Meng, Feng Xi sighed, "What is revenge for? It's to solve the problem. What will happen if you kill them? Is the problem solved? No. There will be other people affected.

The same harm. This is the way of the world.

Everyone is chasing power. They keep saying it is for cultivation, but in fact they just want to climb to a higher position through cultivation. Cultivation has become the only criterion for measuring a person's success or failure. But in fact, everyone's cultivation has already been determined.

It's settled. A person's identity determines the resources he has access to, and indirectly determines his cultivation level.

Therefore, when a person who was once above them suddenly becomes a waste, everyone will step on it. This can make themselves look noble. So I pity them, and I pity them because they think they have achieved their goal, but they are just a person.

A product of the times.

If I could, I would like to go back to the utopia before the war between gods and demons, where there are many kinds of success or failure. You don’t have to pursue cultivation, you can pursue music, dance, books, speaking skills, and chess skills. The big self has no ability to break the existing

Rules to reshape that utopia. So I have nothing to care about, and this world is already disappointing."

"Then why don't you make this your last wish and let me fulfill it?" Yingmeng frowned slightly, "Why alone?"

"Because you are also a product of tragedy under these rules." A trace of desire flashed across Feng Xi's desireless face. "People always want to be recognized, right? How can people protect themselves against the whole world?

?Even indifferent people will have something they care about, because that’s how they’ve lived.

He is the only person who, regardless of my cultivation level, treats me as always. As indifferent as ever. Maybe he is the only real thing I can find in this era when everyone wears a mask. So I want to tell him

How I feel about him. This way at least I won’t have any regrets.”

Along with a gust of breeze, Feng Xi showed a sincere smile. It had been a long time since she had smiled so relaxedly. She was finally free. She had seen through the world of mortals in her life, but could no longer enjoy it. Maybe intelligence is not a kind of

Bless her. I hope she won't be so smart or see things so clearly in the next life, and can enjoy this world well.

With a chuckle, Feng Xi's soul disappeared from the world. She could finally go to the utopia she had dreamed of.

Yingmeng looked at the body left by Feng Xi with confusion. She knew that the soul of the newly deceased would not lie. It was because it was true that he felt more complicated.

The same experience and different attitude, will it change the destined ending?

Yingmeng, who worked hard to get out of the tree hole, did not adhere to the principle of recycling waste, but chose to allow Feng Xi to be buried in peace.
Chapter completed!