The air gradually stagnates, and the cold wind blows, bringing a slightly noisy voice in the distance.

Obviously, Chen Biao knew that Shen Chong would not be so calm. Although he was not able to operate enough, he still tried every means to mobilize personnel and dispatch troops to reinforcements as quickly as possible.

But they came one step later, but fortunately they were not in another sense.

The hissing sound kept coming, and the red blood rushed out from the gap in Shen Chong's arms.

Shen Chong pulled his hand back, and the dark Xuanneng fist gloves were dyed bright red.

The blood shot out from the hole in Wu Xing's chest became more and more violent, like a fountain bursting, instantly dyeing his whole body blood red.

"Thanks."

He did not have any painful expression on his face, and he quietly looked at Shen Chong and said so.

His right hand drooped weakly, and the front of his broken wrist, the charming red stream turned into starry light and slowly dissipated into the sky.

Shen Chongping looked at the man in front of him and looked back at the courtyard wall that he had collapsed after he was not sure when.

At the door of the other end of the courtyard wall, Wu Da was curled up in a bamboo chair.

It turned out that Wu Xingduo was busy with this matter for a while just now.

Shen Chong looked up at Wu Xing's broken arm again. He planned to use this palm to penetrate the last 20% of the soul-burning flames into his body, but he failed.

"Why do you want to thank me?"

Shen Chong asked.

Wu Xing's mouth was bleeding, but there was a smile on his lips, "Thank you for letting me leave no regrets. I failed, but I don't regret it."

"You have no qualifications to not regret. No matter how serious you are, you do unforgivable things."

Shen Chong said coldly.

Wu Xing smiled again, "Don't lie to me, I just understood your heart, there is a devil living in your heart. If you face the same choice as me, you will do the same thing. You... are the same as me, the hypocrisy of false benevolence and righteousness."

He always said that, and small ghost fires like stars scattered on Shen Chong's shoulders, drifting in all directions in the distance with the wind.

These ghost fires seem to have their own goals, flying slowly and firmly, never landing or dissipating.

When Shen Chong's eyes gathered back from the spark, Wu Xing coughed heavily and spit out more blood. "I don't regret it, I just hate fortune to make people. Why do you give me this ability? Why do you want me to be such a person! I obviously... it was not intentional."

Shen Chong sneered, "So, was the first victim also hurt by you unintentionally?"

Wu Xing shook his head, "I just want to give it a try."

"Then your son?"

"I'm out of control."

"So for so many years, you have committed crimes in order to absorb the spiritual power of others to repair your son's damaged mind?"

"right."

"Then have you succeeded? Even if it's just a little bit?"

"No. I don't know why this is, it seems that my ability is irreversible."

Shen Chong pointed to one of the dark ghost fires that drifted from Wu Xing into a river to Wu Da, "I'll tell you why, because you were wrong from the beginning! Look, isn't the way to cure your son there?"

Wu Xing watched as Wu Da was gradually covered by ghost fire, his mouth grew bigger and bigger, and blood continued to gush out, "So that's it! I understand!"

No one knows the answer to what the ghost fire that returns to Wu Da.

Maybe it is a soul, but this soul exists only because of Wu Xing's ability.

Or maybe it can only be said to be a spirit, a person's thinking.

Thinking cannot be quantified or materialized, but under the supernatural control of Wu Xing's soul-burning ability, it becomes a state close to the entity, and has been trapped in Wu Xing's spiritual source for so many years.

Wu Xing's spiritual source ability can turn the illusory soul into reality and control it by him.

Shen Chong's spiritual source seems to be traced, but in fact it is even more weird, with unreasonable infinite healing, even unreasonable God of War bloodline, and the most unreasonable ultimate memory.

Although spiritual sources are divided into realms, they are not distinguished from bizarreness and mystery.

It cannot be said, it cannot be pondered, it cannot be quantified, it cannot be summarized.

This is the consensus in the current spiritual demon world, and it is also the place where Shen Chong really shocked others when he proposed the Shen Debach conjecture.

Shen Chong is the first "scholar" in history to dare to use such a arrogant attitude to trace the roots and form his own system.

It is impossible to prove that Shen Chong is correct now, but it is also impossible to prove that his conjecture is wrong.

Wu Da's fingers moved, slowly opened his sleepy eyes and looked here from afar.

There was still silence in the air.

After a long time, the fifteen-year-old boy suddenly burst into tears like a child.

Wu Da spoke, his tone was very ambiguous, and he even felt a little demented when he heard it.

According to Shen Chong's observation, the longer the time period is, the more severe the "soul" is damaged. Although Wu Da is fifteen years old, his intelligence level is likely to drop to the level of a one or two year old.

He was saying: "Mom, cold."

Wu Xing, who had always looked unfamiliar with his eyes, finally burst into tears.

"Hahahahaha! Thank you, really, thank you!"

Wu Xing didn't know how far his son had recovered, but over the years, he finally heard a meaningful word from his son.

It is impossible to describe what he felt, but in a flash, he raised his wrist and tried to cover his face and burst into tears.

"I regret it so much. If someone had told me earlier that I could put Wuda's soul back as long as I died, how could I have been wrong for so many years!"

Hearing Wu Xing's voice, Wu Da moved up from the chair and slowly crawled along the ground, shouting, "Dad, Dad..."

Wu Xing turned his head and looked at his son who could not even walk, and two lines of blood and tears burst out from the corners of his eyes.

"If I had changed my mind earlier and not harmed people, and turned to study how to send my soul back instead of trying to repair it with other people's souls, maybe I would have succeeded long ago. Or maybe I surrendered myself earlier, even if I was sentenced to death, Wu Da would have returned to normal. Otherwise, even if I committed suicide on the spot, Wu Da would not have to suffer for the past ten years. The wood has sunk, and the big mistake has been made, and I cannot forgive my crime!"

Shen Chong nodded, "Yes, stupidity is your biggest original sin. You have chosen the wrong path yourself. Not only your son, but also hundreds of people, and the families of these people, have ruined your life. You can say that I am the same kind of person, but there is the biggest difference between me and you. I am a hundred times smarter than you."

Wu Xing looked back at Shen Chong, grinned, and focused his head, "For the last time, thank you."

"No thanks."

When Wu Da got closer, Wu Xing collapsed and died completely.

The blood stained a large piece of blood, sprinkling every inch of space outside this lonely farmyard.

The rescue force of the demon-slaying demons finally arrived, and the leader was a first-class master of Xuan-level, "Shen Chong, are you okay?"

Shen Chong shook his head, "It's okay. The criminal has been killed, and we are not here anymore. I'll ask you all for the aftermath."

After saying that, Shen Chong waved his hand, turned around and left without any delay.

On the way back to the off-road vehicle, the small team was silent for a long time, but Lao He first broke the tranquility. "Actually, I think Wu Xing doesn't seem that bad either."

Shen Chong nodded, "From his personal standpoint, it is not that bad. But what he does is a death sentence. We can all have our own standpoint. Only time can know the answer. For example, killing demons, the concept of killing demons is to protect the weak, but perhaps survival of the fittest will be better? Perhaps some enemies will emerge from the void in a hundred years, and we will be weak in overall strength because of the excessive protection of the demons on ordinary people, and then be defeated to the point of being exterminated? At that time, who can tell us whether we are doing right or wrong?"

Shen Chong's rebellious guess immediately shocked everyone.

Everyone was silent and didn't know how to express their opinions.

Shen Chong smiled, "But no matter what, now we are in this world, we must follow the rules of this world. Wu Xing has broken the current correct rules and should be punished and paid the price. The poor people must have something hateful. He made at least fifty people become dementia like his son, and could not recover from their own life. I killed him not only because the rules of killing demons wanted him to die, but I thought he deserved to die. In addition, if he wanted to kill me, he deserved to die. What I uphold is not the rules of killing demons, but my morality!"

"In our world of spirits and demons, we pursue another set of survival philosophy. The strong live, the weak die. This is the most direct truth. Maybe we are good people now, but we may die at the hands of evil ways at any time. Good people may not live long, and living stronger is more difficult than any principle. If I were Wu Xing, I would not tolerate myself becoming a lurking hunter foolishly. I would use my mind to find the most correct way."

"So, no matter who is right, we have to make our fists harder and live smarter. Then my reason will always be right! If I was defeated just now, even if Wu Xing still couldn't escape sanctions, who will tell us what reason?"

Lao He felt solemn inside.

He seemed a little confused when he heard it, but today he finally saw the cruelest side of the world.

He was shocked and regretted that he was old and had his potential exhausted.

He looked at the peerless genius Shen, who was known as the once-in-a-century in the Southwest branch, and suddenly felt very passionate.

It is said that Brother Shen is just smart and has extremely low ability and talent potential, but how could he not understand that he must have his plans. He is so smart that he will not do meaningless things.

Although Brother Shen is young, he sees things thoroughly.

He does have his ambitions.

Since that's the case, I, Old He, will have a heroic age in his twilight years, and will never die of ambition!

I must have a big fight with Brother Shen!

Even if I die, I, He Chuan, will not be considered in vain for my whole life!
Chapter completed!