These words were like a wake-up call, making Fu Jia panic-stricken. Coupled with the cold wind blowing, he became even more sober.

He puts himself in the shoes of the victim and thinks that it will be difficult to survive in the future. He believes that he is not the only one who has this idea.

If a victim commits suicide because he cannot bear the pain, everyone will feel sorry for him, but they will also think it is reasonable. If the victim tries to survive, everyone will encourage him, give blessings, and denounce the perpetrator.

Logically there doesn't seem to be anything wrong.

However, why do the public think that it is normal for a victim to seek death after being violated and tortured?

Is it just the psychological shadow and physical pain caused by the persecution that is unbearable?

They can't help but look at their victims with sympathy, pity, and caution. Although they exude good intentions, their eyes can trouble the victims.

The victims are no longer regarded as ordinary people. Everyone's eyes will stay on him for a few seconds too long, and an invisible barrier gradually becomes a barrier.

They had obviously escaped back to the human world, but their gaze created a new hell.

It cannot be said that there is any inevitable connection between the two, but the awareness that the victim takes suicide as a matter of course is actually a kind of silent support.

They are not only victims, but also wounded and bleeding warriors defending their lives. Sympathy and care are understandable, but warriors cannot live without flowers and applause.

Fu Jia was thinking about something and didn't notice when Chu Hanxing stopped. When he found that he was the only one left, Chu Hanxing was already ten steps away.

Fu Jia slapped his forehead, secretly cursing himself for being distracted and careless, and hurriedly stepped forward. Chu Hanxing did not look at him, but stared straight at the wide road ahead, frowning slightly.

Fu Jia followed her gaze and turned his head. The road was wide, and the street lights on both sides were neatly arranged. There were no cars on the road. The pedestrians wrapped their coats tightly and covered half of their faces with scarves. It was a very ordinary scene. If there was anything special about it, the people on the roadside were all ancient.

The tree's roots are entangled like a python, and you can tell it has some heads at a glance.

The cold wind blew straight into his neck. Fu Jia rubbed his hands and breathed hot air into his palms, which quickly turned into white mist.

"Hey, Master, the temperature has dropped sharply in the past few days and it's getting colder and colder. Let's get in the car quickly..."

Wow, a wind that was colder than before hit, and the fallen leaves and flying sand suddenly blew up, making people unable to open their eyes. There were fewer and fewer pedestrians around, and Fu Jia's voice stopped suddenly.

This gust of wind was a bit unusual compared to the previous ones. It was cold and damp, and it seeped into the seams of bones, turning into ice worms, like gangrene attached to the bones, densely crawling around every corner of the body.

Fu Jia got goosebumps and reached out to touch his face, which was wet.

His eyes fell on the empty road again, and his heartbeat became a little faster. Even though he couldn't see any doorways, he could guess that someone non-human was approaching.

Fu Jia held his breath unconsciously, Chu Hanxing glanced sideways: "You go back first."

He hesitated for a moment, knowing that he would be wasting his time if he stayed, so he took a deep breath and said, "Okay, master, you should go home early."

Fu Jia drove away quickly, and Chu Hanxing walked forward slowly. Under the dim light, the trees were shadowed, the wind was swaying, the moon was high, the north wind was whistling, and there was no one.

The more ordinary the scene was, the more unusual it was. After a while, the shadows of the trees became still and the wind stopped in an instant.

"——Crack", the withered yellow leaves were trampled, making the sound of potato chips being crunched. Chu Hanxing stared at the center of the road for a moment.

A person whose appearance could not be seen clearly walked from the dark place through the shadow of the trees. The street lights began to flicker. When the man stepped into the bright place, the street lights "sizzled" and suddenly went out.

The eyes fell into darkness, and the opponent's own enchantment buff did not disturb any living beings.

"Click, click..."

The man was calm and composed in the darkness, as leisurely as taking a walk after a meal. If his consciousness hadn't been staring closely at him, Chu Hanxing would have almost thought that the other person was passing by by chance.

Chu Hanxing slowly took out his mobile phone: "If you damage a street lamp, you will be compensated according to the price, plus labor costs. There are a total of twenty street lamps here -"

While speaking, I pressed the three numbers 110 on the dialing interface.

The extinguished street lamp suddenly lit up, and the shadows of the trees became clearly visible again. Even the one that was about to be broken flickered and lit up.

The man standing under the ancient tree sighed, put his hands behind his back, and stepped forward, with a bit of helplessness in his cold voice.

"Little Eleven."

Chu Hanxing raised his eyebrows, put away his mobile phone, and smiled at the man under the street lamp: "Senior Brother, what a coincidence, ah, no, I should call you..."

She looked at his robe carefully. The dark red robe was edged with gold silk moire and embroidered with dragon and python.

"The Tenth Hall of Yama, the King of Reincarnation." Chu Hanxing said calmly.

The Wheel King put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly: "Eleven, we have just received the appointment documents. We did not hide it from you on purpose."

"Us?" Chu Hanxing's eyes were indifferent, but she stared at him for a moment.

The King of Wheels couldn't stand her look, and tilted his head slightly. The fallen leaves on the ground were crushed into powder when he rubbed them. He moved his throat, facing Chu Hanxing's oppressive gaze, and said:

"It's your other nine senior brothers."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished saying this, his indifferent eyes turned into condemnation and sadness.

"I asked where did Master get the peach core from the Queen Mother of the West? It was originally the immortal leader who taught Yama in the ten palaces of the underworld. He worked hard and made great achievements, so he naturally received it as a gift from the Queen Mother.

When I returned to the mountain, all my master and brothers were gone. Only the empty thatched hut and a few words of messages were left. On the eleventh day, I thought that the brothers had ascended and would never see me again. I never expected that we would meet by chance today.

No regrets."

Chu Hanxing's voice was soft and low, her eyes were lowered, making it difficult for people to see her expression clearly, and she exuded an aura of loneliness.

The Wheel King's scalp was numb and he whispered: "Xiao Shiyi, don't..."

A smile appeared in Chu Hanxing's lowered eyes.

"Little cabbage, the ground is yellow~" a milky voice suddenly sounded.

The King of Wheels looked stern, and quickly explored the surrounding area with cold air, but could not detect any trace of other living beings.

"who?"

"Oh, you're talking about Chu Bai." Chu Hanxing took out Chu Bai from his pocket, "Here, the beast guarding your prison in the underworld."

The Wheel King lowered his head and looked at the white-haired dumpling in her palm. He was silent for a moment, raised his eyes to the sky, and said softly, "Xiao Shiyi, I'm about to die."

Chu Hanxing's eyelashes trembled, and then, the Wheel King said again: "Elder brother will send you away."

The tenth palace, the King of Hell, is responsible for reincarnation, reincarnation, life and death, and is also in charge of the passages to other worlds.

He said it was absolutely okay to send Chu Hanxing away.

Chu Hanxing lowered his eyebrows, paused for a moment while stroking Chu Bai's fingers, and slowly curled his fingertips.

"The other senior brothers are all dead, and the eldest brother is the last one, right?"

"Yes." The Wheel King could no longer hide it.
Chapter completed!