In Puyang Prince's Mansion, Wang Er was kneeling outside a Buddhist hall, his head lowered, sweat dripping from his face.
"Trash, so many people have died! Go and kill him." A deep voice came from the room.
"Yes." Wang Er kneeled and slowly exited the corridor, with a complicated expression on his face.
A young girl with a pretty face pushed a young man in a wheelchair slowly through the city gate.
The little girl was carrying a worn-out baggage, and the only thing they had on them that seemed to be worth a few dollars was an old simple knife placed beside the wheelchair.
There was only dried blood on the handle of the knife, which seemed to have seeped into the handle so deeply that it could no longer be wiped clean.
"Master, we are back." The little girl whispered in the young man's ear.
"Well, we are back." The young man seemed to be saying to the little girl or someone else. The cold voice seemed to come from another world.
It's almost dusk, and the setting sun is like blood.
An Ning pushed the wheelchair on the street. The street was wide and flat, much flatter than the official road they walked along the way.
An Ning stopped and the wheelchair stopped turning.
She said nothing and looked at the person in front of her quietly.
She has never seen him, but she knows who he is.
Along the way she killed many such people.
Each one looks very powerful, but each one dies equally quickly...
Wang Er looked complicated and clenched the sword in his hand.
He had stabbed many people to death with this sword without any hesitation.
But today, his hands kept shaking, so much that he couldn't even pull out the sword.
Wang Er looked at the man in the wheelchair and said, "You shouldn't come back."
The young man lowered his head and ignored him.
He looked at the blue bricks on the ground and thought for a while and said, "My father built this street."
After speaking, there was a sense of pride on his face, his eyebrows were raised, and he seemed to be in high spirits.
A trace of guilt flashed in Wang Er's eyes, and he repeated: "You shouldn't come back."
"But I'm still back, just like you shouldn't stand in front of me." The young man said, but still didn't look at Wang Er.
He turned his head and looked left and right, like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
Wang Er has not thought of this young man for many years.
Of course, I sometimes dream about that wretched old man, and I always drink some wine when I wake up.
But there is no regret medicine in the world. Once something has been done, there is no way to regret it again.
Wang Er slowly pulled out the sword in his hand. After so many years, it was time to settle the matter.
An Ning seemed a little nervous and took out the knife from the wheelchair and pointed it at Wang Er.
But what he looked at was the gap on the blade, showing a distressed expression.
However, the master said that when it is time to chop, it must be chopped.
An Ning thought so and did the same.
Then a wound appeared on the neck of the person in front, and blood slowly seeped out from it.
The blood flowed faster and faster, and then it stopped like a fountain.
An Ning inserted the knife back in and pushed the wheelchair forward slowly.
He also deliberately avoided blood stains on the ground.
The two people slowly walked away.
"After so many years, the blood on this street still cannot be washed away." The young man's face was a little pale, as if he was not used to such a bloody scene.
An Ning didn't answer immediately.
He just pushed the wheelchair quietly and continued walking forward.
After a long time, An Ning suddenly said: "How about washing it more times?"
The young man thought for a moment and laughed: "Okay, then wash it a few more times."
The sun set, and the afterglow hit Wang Er's face.
Looking at the master and servant who were gradually walking away, he said, "So fast...it turns out...I don't even have the qualifications to let him take action..." and then lost consciousness.
The restaurant on the street records the death of an old person. The flag hanging at the door is blown up by the wind and then falls...