"I told you, there are definitely more than two of them, otherwise how could they find us so quickly?"Wang Xiaofu was lying on the ground, blood slowly flowing out of his abdomen. Xia Yi glanced at him and didn't say much because he was also seriously injured. The girl with a ponytail and black cloth shoes who also served as a medium is already dead. In their opinion, all this was caused by the monster in front of them, which Yin Xiu called "Shadow Warrior". It is like a ghost in armor, without feeling pain, not disturbed by other factors, and not even feeling tired. Coupled with the armor that has strong defensive power and seems to have no gaps at all, Shadow Warrior becomes a troublesome character. As long as it moves, it seems as if an invisible hand is controlling it, turning it into a butcher's knife, taking the lives of innocent people one after another. However, Xia Yi and others are not innocent, because they are Yin Xiu's enemies and are also the ones being pursued by Yin Xiu. Yin Xiu did not choose to stay to help Luo Wei, but went directly to find Xia Yi and the others. He jumped down from a high place, and as soon as he landed, his boots stepped in the girl's blood.
"ended." Yin Xiu walked towards Xia Yi and said, "No matter what plans you had before, at this moment, everything has come to nothing." "You mean, it's over?" Xia Yi repeated this sentence in a whisper, without any other expression, but his expression betrayed him. What Yin Xiu said was true. After he entered this community and defeated the Kunlun strongman, no one could stop him except his master. "Tell me, where is the Taoist priest from Mount Laoshan?" Yin Xiu did not communicate with Xia Yi, but mentioned Wang Xiaofu first. The clerk who worked in the foreign company was only breathing his last breath at this moment, and he stared at Yin Xiu with one eye slightly narrowed. "do not know." Wang Xiaofu gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you, because I won't betray my master." "What did he give you?" Yin Xiu was a little curious. "Did he promise that when he becomes an immortal and attains enlightenment, he will take you with him to ascend to heaven? Or is it something else, such as immortality?" "Who do you think I am?" Wang Xiaofu seemed to be so angry that he laughed, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who would bow down to others or even be willing to die for it if I'm short of money or tempted by some conditions? Then you really underestimate me." "So you're not." Yin Xiu also laughed and gently put him back on the ground, "In that case, I have to look up to you." After saying that, he ignored Wang Xiaofu and went to find the core of everyone, the leader of all the disciples, Xia Yi. "I won't say anything either." Xia Yi sneered.
"Do you think Jia Jingjing told me everything?" Yin Xiu’s smile became even colder, “She was just like you, she thought if she committed suicide and died, she wouldn’t even be able to be tortured, so nothing would be revealed. But I have ways. Even if you die, I still have ways to know, and I may know more than you do. " Xia Yi frowned, suddenly remembered something, and goose bumps appeared on his back. "Can you capture souls?" "It's about the same as that, or a little simpler." Yin Xiu emphasized: "This is a real method, not a trick. You know, I don't need to play tricks with you now." "But," Xia Yi paused, "even so, we won't say anything." "I've already said it. It doesn't matter whether you tell me or not. I just want you to know that even if you commit suicide, you will tell me the secret you are hiding without reservation." This is a deep despair. Just as Yin Xiu said, when even death cannot keep a secret, all previous efforts, whether escape or resistance, are in vain. So Xia Yi smiled helplessly, and finally said seriously: "You have been looking for an opportunity to get close to Master, and I can also feel that everything Master has done is actually to find you. Is there any grudge between you two?" "No injustice, no enmity." Yin Xiu spread his hands, "It's just some differences in ideas." "Just because of a difference in ideas, is it necessary to kill each other and cause a river of blood to flow?" Xia Yi couldn't believe it. "no way." Yin Xiu was also somewhat helpless, "Conflicts of interest are often the least important. If things are not right, we can make peace with them, even if they are the murderers of my father. However, the difference in ideas and routes leads to a dead end. If two people are walking on the edge of a cliff and blocking each other, only one person can pass through, and the other will fall down. This is what is bound to happen. " "I don't know what your thoughts and ideas are, but I know what Master thinks." Xia Yi's eyes flickered, as if he remembered some past events. “When I was little, I certainly had never been anywhere else, because I was born here, in Gaotan City. To me, Gaotan is the whole world. It sounds like something a frog sitting at the bottom of a well would say, right? But it is true. What really changed my strange and ignorant mentality was that I went to the west when I was eighteen years old. It was a mission given to me by my master, so I walked out of Gaotan for the first time. In the West, I met many farmers with sunburned necks. Unlike the vampires in Gaotan who did not work, they were more simple and hardworking. A little further west, I met many people who were building the railway. They were our compatriots, coming from all over the world in Kyushu. Their fellow countrymen told them that there was endless gold to be dug in the Gold Mountain, so these people were determined to get on the ship, abandoning everything they had and drifting from East Asia to America. The moment they got ashore, before they could do anything, they had to incur a debt that they could not pay off even if they went without food or drink for several years. This was the "transportation fee" that their fellow villagers paid to bring them here. The railroad workers, paid two dimes a day, worked from sunrise to sunset to build a railroad from one end of North America to the other, connecting the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans to each other to some extent.
This is certainly a great achievement, and this project will go down in history with great fanfare. Even if something falls from the sky and wipes out all of humanity, the railway will continue to exist in some form for hundreds of years or even longer, just like the roads of ancient Rome. But what did our fellow countrymen get? Hundreds of thousands of Chinese workers did not even leave their names. Even if the railway was completed and opened to traffic, they would not be invited to attend the ceremony, and they would not even have the opportunity to ride a train on that railway. Even those foreigners said that under every railroad tie there are the souls of our compatriots. I felt very painful and confused at the time. After I came back, I asked Master, what should I do for those Chinese workers? How can I help them? Master told me that what I should care about is not those Chinese workers, or not just the hundreds of thousands of people, but there are many more people that I should be concerned about. Everything we did was to bring those foreigners down from their high clouds, so that we could define a new order. For this goal, we gave everything, including those who became Kunlun Warriors, and everyone did their part. " "I see." Yin Xiu vaguely understood the Taoist priest of Laoshan's thoughts. He seemed to intend to use a more powerful means to destroy all external order or shackles and establish a completely new order. Yin Xiu, on the other hand, plans to start from within and let the people of the world decide everything. This naturally destined the differences between them. "Who do you think is right and who is wrong?" Xia Yi asked Yin Xiu. "In other words, who is more correct?" "I do not know." Yin Xiu scratched his face and said, "I just feel that I have to keep doing this. It's better than doing nothing or letting others do it." "cut!" Xia Yi glanced at him sideways, "Do you think you are a god? Or are you actually just a person who dreams of becoming a hero? You like heroic stories and novels, and like to see the protagonists in the stories achieve great things, accomplish something, save the world or achieve a certain cause and become saviors. So you also yearn for these things, and you also want to be a savior. Even if it is not for everyone to admire and worship you, it is to satisfy your own wishful thinking, that's all. You should know best how many disasters your dream of becoming a hero has brought upon yourself, Yin Xiu." Yin Xiu was not angry. "You think you know me well?" "No, of course I don't know you. I just know your name." Xia Yi smiled, "What I said just now was not about you, but about me. It was me. You can tell by looking at my outfit. This is something I learned in the West. It is sand-proof, sun-proof and lightweight. I think one day I can be like an explorer and discover the golden land hidden in the desert, and use the gold inside to save the world, so that this person doesn’t have to compete with wild dogs for food, and that person doesn’t have to sleep with men for a piece of steamed bun. This is what I sincerely hope for and what I want to do. " "If that's the case, we have the same idea." Yin Xiu squatted down and the distance between them shortened. "If I tell you that I always want others to live with dignity, have enough food to eat, not have to kneel down for a few dollars, or send my daughter to sleep with others, would you believe it?" "I believe."
Xia Yi leaned his head against the wall, which made his bruised back feel a little more comfortable. "Because I said, you and I are actually the same people. We both want to be heroes, and we choose to survive all kinds of difficulties just for this dream. You said that even if I died, you could still get the information, right? When you said that, somehow, besides the despair, I also felt a sense of relief. Because I am afraid that if I die like this, other people won’t know a lot of things. If you can restrain my soul, it will make me less afraid of death.” "You really are a person who is afraid of loneliness." Yin Xiu sighed, "You are not actually afraid of death, but you are very afraid of loneliness." "I've already said it. I know exactly what you're thinking. Of course, you can also know what I'm thinking. I'm not surprised." Xia Yi looked at his wound again. At this time, he no longer felt the pain, but that place felt a little cold, and as he breathed, the coldness gradually spread throughout his body. "How about you give me a ride?" Xia Yi asked Yin Xiu. Yoon-seo just shook his head. There is no need for that anymore. At this moment, this is the most comfortable way for Xia Yi to die. The rapid loss of blood in his body will soon cause him to fall into a coma and then stop breathing. Before Xia Yi could say anything else, his condition visibly deteriorated, both mentally and physically. As if asking or whispering, he whispered, "Does the golden city in the desert really exist?" Yin Xiu stood up, put Xia Yi's cold body aside, and picked up a piece of clothing to cover his face. He died without telling Yin Xiu a single word about the Taoist priest of Mount Laoshan. To some extent, he was indeed the most loyal disciple of the Taoist priest of Mount Laoshan. At this time, Wang Xiaofu was the only living person here. Wang Xiaofu's body was shaking slightly, certainly not because of fear, but because of convulsions caused by hypothermia. At this last moment, he suddenly had some different ideas. “Yin Xiu, I have always followed Master’s path because I believe he is the only one who can save us, the one and only savior. But you made me discover that there are other saviors." “I don’t see myself as a savior.” Yin Xiu covered the faces of the dead one by one to prevent them from being exposed with their eyes wide open in broad daylight. Although these people all died at the hands of Yin Xiu, in the final analysis, Yin Xiu had no grudges against them, and this was just a necessary killing. "I'm just putting some of my ideas into practice. Just like Xia Yi said, I don't know whether my ideas and routes are right or wrong." This is not modesty, but a clear understanding. From beginning to end, Yin Xiu just did it without judging. As for who is right and who is wrong in the end, I am afraid it can only be left to time and fate.
"Although I am not a prophet, I don't have a premonition of death." Wang Xiaofu smiled, "But I feel like I want to take a gamble on you, bet everything I have on you, and bet that you are the right one?" "Stud?" Yin Xiu frowned, "Where's your bet?" "Don't worry, my bet will satisfy you." Wang Xiaofu wanted to touch his nose, but he couldn't do it at this time because he had lost too much blood. So he could only twitch and relax his nostrils on both sides. "It's inside the foreign company. Go find it. In the drawer under my desk is a diary that records everything about Master. No one has written in more detail than I have, because I respect Master as a god. Go find it. I'll give it to you." As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xiaofu's head tilted and he died. At this point, all the mediums related to the Taoist priests of Laoshan, and Xia Yi's close fellow apprentices, have died here. (End of this chapter)