In the Blade

Under the starlight, the post house with the roof blown off.

Three people of different sizes faced the corpse on the ground, and were speechless.

"... I just wanted him to lower his head."

In the end, it was the little giant who was the largest in size who spoke first.

"I can be sure that I have controlled the strength, but his head is really... just, too fragile, can you understand? Just like the wine jar in the kitchen, just throw it on the ground..."

"..."

At this moment, the old man and the young man couldn't hear a word. They were all ordinary people, and they had never seen such a murderous scene. A person's head was broken. This was simply...

"Let's think about what to do first."

Of the old and the young, the old man came to his senses first.

"This person died inexplicably, we have to..."

"Call the police?"

Before the old man finished speaking, the little giant had seen what he wanted to say from the other's expression.

And his sight also turned to the old man.

"I definitely won't report it."

Being stared at by a giant who was nearly two meters tall and had just killed someone, the old man immediately started sweating.

"You saved our lives, how can we harm you?"

"That's not the case. If you really report it to the police, I'll run away."

The little giant looked indifferent, and was obviously confident in facing the constables - but think about it, just this huge body of nearly two meters is not something that the constables in the town can handle. If the other party must run...it seems that he can really run away.

But even if the little giant can run away, what about the two of them?

"No, we do have to report it to the police."

Just when the old man was trembling all over, the young man who came to his senses suddenly raised his head.

"He is the bad guy. We were almost killed by him. Now that we have beaten him to death, why don't we report it to the police?"

"Huh? It seems to be the case."

The little giant slapped his head immediately.

"You're really out of your mind. It was this knife-wielding robber who ate a free meal and robbed the post station tonight. We were the good people who shot the robber on the spot... Why do I keep thinking about destroying the body?"

As he said this, the little giant had already picked up the body on the ground.

"Then I'll go report to the police first, and you should also preserve the crime scene."

Carrying the body that was still bleeding like a chicken, the little giant strode away.

Only the old man and the young man were left, and they were speechless.

"...Old man."

After a long time, the young man turned his head stiffly and looked at the old man.

"Where did you find such an apprentice?"

"How do I know?"

Watching the giant leave, the old man gradually recovered from his fear just now.

If he was asked to say where this apprentice came from, he actually couldn't tell clearly. If he had to count, it was probably a few days ago that this huge man, who could no longer be described as a sturdy man, passed by the post station and came to him to find some food.

Although the huge size looked scary, in this day and age when even evil monsters were running around everywhere, it was acceptable for a large person to appear. Moreover, the big man actually gave him money first and looked very easy to talk to, so the old man was happy to cook for him.

But who would have thought that his simple cooking skills would make the giant's eyes light up, and after chatting for a few words, he learned that this huge man actually studied cooking and had a very high level of attainment.

However, such a giant who was good at cooking actually asked to be his teacher.

"There is no order of learning, the one who is accomplished is the teacher. Indeed, I know some restaurant cooking methods, but I don't know your cooking skills, so I still have to learn them, and the tuition fee is not a problem."

The old man still remembered that the giant said this.

The old man was old, how could he enjoy such treatment? Only those scholars who taught could be called teachers. He actually accepted a tuition fee one day - of course, the most important thing was that the tuition fee was too much.

So after thinking it over, the old man accepted the giant man as his apprentice.

It seemed like a long time ago, but in fact, he accepted the apprentice at noon. At least during the day, the giant man was easy to talk to. Just looking at his kind appearance, he didn't look like a vicious villain at all, but who would have thought...

"Maybe the thief's brain is too fragile?"

After thinking about it, the old man could only come to this conclusion.

After all, when he subconsciously wanted to report to the police just now, the giant man's reaction was to run away directly, instead of killing people. How could such a kind-hearted person kill people intentionally?

"It's you."

Thinking of this, the old man turned his eyes to the boy.

"I saw you during the day, why are you still here at night? Where are your family members?"

"I..."

When the young man heard the old man mention his family, his nose suddenly felt sore.

As the saying goes, men don't shed tears easily, but they are not sad. Just now, he was still immersed in the shock brought by the little giant and didn't come back to his senses for a long time. Now that the old man mentioned it, the young man realized that he had actually avenged his great revenge without knowing it.

Even the young man who had never cried in front of his parents' graves had already burst into tears without knowing it.

The old man was old, so he didn't know what was going on. He simply helped the young man to the table and used the remaining wine on the table to calm him down. After a few drinks, the young man told the old man all his experiences, from fleeing from war to sudden disasters to the revenge of his current vengeance. The old man also drank in silence and sighed.

"We are all miserable people..."

After drinking a few cups, the old man sighed and followed the atmosphere to talk about some past events that he didn't want to mention.

Originally, the old man didn't run the post station himself. He couldn't do it at his age. The one who really ran the post station was his son, a young man in his prime. A few years ago, his son felt that the current year was still peaceful and it was a good time for merchants to make money, so he simply raised some money and found a connection to buy this old post station, which was also a legitimate business for the family.

But who could have thought that not long after, fighting broke out in the north, and there were chaos everywhere in Dachen. Naturally, this small post station lost its former glory. Of course, if it was just that you couldn't make any money, it wouldn't be a big deal. Everyone had suffered through hard times before, and you could get through it if you endured it.

However, his son couldn't help it.

It was obviously a year of chaos and war, but his son had other ideas. With some savings in his hands, he asked someone to find a connection and bought a sword with evil spirits.

"Ah?"

The boy who was still crying was stunned without realizing it.

As an ordinary person, although he had never practiced any martial arts, he at least knew about the evil spirit weapon. It was said that this thing was not something that ordinary people could touch. Once ordinary people touched it, they would be filled with evil spirits on the spot and become crazy people who only knew how to swing a knife to cut people.

This kind of thing... what do you buy it for?

"He said... he bought it for self-defense."

The old man lowered his head and looked at the remaining wine in the cup.

At least in front of him, his son always said that the sword was bought for self-defense, but as a father, how could he not see that his son was really going to do something with the sword - but when he said that this thing was very dangerous, his son just said that he was old and didn't understand these things.

Fortunately, he could see that his son had not become a martial arts madman who would chop anyone he saw, and he still retained normal reason.

In this way, after having a sword, his son no longer cared about the affairs of the post station, but ran to the town all day long, gathered with the group of people who also wore swords, saying that they were practicing martial arts together and striving for self-improvement - the old man could see clearly that this was his child preparing to make a profit again, just like when he bought this post station, his son has always been a person with ideas.

"This... is indeed."

Hearing the old man say this, the young man also nodded subconsciously.

Although the boy's family escaped from the war and his parents died in the disaster, before escaping from the war, the boy's family still had some money in Yangzhou City - although strictly speaking, the boy's family can only be called a small rich, but he was born in the city and still had some vision and cognition.

Just like now, the old man just said it, and he already understood that the old man's son must have met some local figures in the town, and was following the other party to do things and learn, wanting to constantly jump out of his small circle and see the bigger world.

Just like the business of this post station, it is easy to say, but in fact, without strong strength, ordinary people can't open it.

But the old man's son took over the operation of the post station just by relying on his relationship.

Listening to the old man's story, the boy seemed to see a smart and capable young man who was rising step by step.

But now, he didn't see any trace of that young man.

"What's the use of having ideas?"

The old man continued to drink, and his eyes became darker.

His son was indeed a capable person, and he knew that he could no longer manage his son's affairs. The younger generation had grown up, so he should let the child go on his own. He was even happy about this at the time, thinking that his son might become a great person in the future.

Then, nothing happened.

One morning two years ago, he finally saw his son again, but his son did not come back normally, but was carried back by someone.

His son was killed while fighting with others. This was the last news he heard. As for the other details, he could no longer remember them. He only knew that a huge wound across his son's chest and abdomen almost cut him apart on his strong body. He would remember that scene for the rest of his life.

He thought about seeking revenge, but who could he seek revenge on?

The swordsman who had duelled with his son had long since disappeared. Even if he wanted to cause trouble for the swordsman, the people in the town had already presented him with a life-or-death agreement. He couldn't read the words on the paper, but at least he saw the handprint of his son, which was his son's personal agreement to the duel, his life or death.

What else could he say? What else could he say?

"This..."

The young man was speechless.

He had thought about it before. In order to get revenge, he might as well pick up a sword and give it a try. Although he certainly couldn't get in touch with the sword, it was still possible. If he could really get in touch with the sword and really have the power, could he kill his enemies and get revenge?

He once thought he could. He also fantasized about whether he could become a knight who could travel the world and kill all the monsters who killed innocent people.

But now it seems...

He is not even as good as the old man's son.

The old man's son dared to fight with others. If it were him, he probably wouldn't even dare to fight with others.

"He dared to fight with others?"

Hearing the boy's defense, the old man laughed out loud.

"What kind of person is that kid? He has the courage to make a profit, but if he is asked to fight with swords and kill people, he would not dare to do it even if he has ten courage!"

"This..."

The young man was stunned.

How can it be said that there is a hidden story in this?

"I only found out about it later."

At this point, the old man tightly grasped the wine glass.

He knew his son's courage. It was okay for him to buy a sword and wear it on his body, but he could never fight a life-and-death duel with others. But the death warrant written in black and white was in front of him, and the swordsman who killed his son had long gone. He didn't even know who to look for revenge. He only knew that this kind of thing should never happen.

"There must be something wrong. My son shouldn't be like this..."

The old man drank one glass of wine after another, and his expression became more and more depressed.

This made the young man feel more and more distressed.

Compared with the old man, his situation was even better. Although he couldn't beat his enemy, at least he knew who his enemy was. And now, perhaps because of good luck, he actually got his revenge. At least one of his enemies had been crushed to death on the spot by the little giant.

But this old man...even if he wanted revenge, who should he look for revenge? Who is his enemy?

Even though the boy was young, he could already tell that the old man's son was probably trapped by someone. But it was also because of this that the old man couldn't find his enemy even if he wanted to. The rootless hatred was the most hurtful. This was simply...

"Okay, okay, it's all over."

The old man sighed, obviously not wanting to continue the conversation.

But the haze in his eyes could not be covered up.

Can the pain of losing a son and this deep hatred really be covered up like this?

No, definitely not, but the old man also knew that his hatred was meaningless.

But is it really meaningless?