"Ping Xie" is beyond redemption

When he woke up, Wu Xie stared blankly at the dagger in his hand for two or three seconds.

Oh, it's all a habit.

When he woke up, he wanted to kill someone.

Is it because you are used to dancing on the tip of a knife?

Or is he used to being his third master when he wakes up, that unkind third master?

Youyou let out a long sigh.

"Wang Meng." The voice was so flat that there was no ups and downs.

"Wu Xie." The voice was equally flat without ups and downs.

Wu Xie was stunned, then shook his head: "Well, little brother, how did you recognize me?"

"He makes me feel sick." Zhang Qiling didn't hide his feelings.

"Really?" Wu Xie habitually raised the corner of his mouth mockingly.

Zhang Qiling was lying.

Is it a lie?

Because I clearly saw that when he said "I believe", Zhang Qiling's tone was really firm.

It was in a firm tone that he rarely used.

That's why my heart feels so cold.

Zhang Qiling shook his head: "You don't believe me?"

"Yes, I don't believe it." Wu Xie didn't bother to hide it, but also didn't want to lie to him.

Just don't believe it.

Brother, I don't believe you.

Just like the ghost seal you said ten years ago, do you know that I really spent a year believing in you crazily.

However, later, I found out that I was wrong.

"Brother, the cells of the human body are replaced every three months. Because the time and interval of metabolism of different cells are different, it takes seven years for a person to replace all the cells in the whole body. It's someone else. And it's been ten years. So it's okay if you don't know me. Don't lie."

Wu Xie finally spoke softly.

But the sneer on the corner of his lips made Zhang Qiling feel pain in his heart.

"I'm panicking." Zhang Qiling finally spoke.

Wu Xie frowned.

"I'm panicking." Zhang Qiling repeated.

"I really panicked at that time. I didn't expect you to become like that."

"So, that's it."

27 words.

Wu Xie reacted subconsciously.

Then when I came back to my senses, I found that I had a faint appearance of innocence back then.

He immediately suppressed his smile.

"Ah."

Wu Xie got out of bed, met Zhang Qiling's probing eyes, and explained a rare sentence: "I'm going to take a look, otherwise the blind man will screw up."

"I'll go too." Zhang Qiling got up immediately.

"...Um."

Just go, just let you see, the innocence back then, and the third master now.

Then it's time to give up.

"pickup".

This is an ordinary tea house.

If it wasn't for the big event to catch up with the handicap, this is indeed an ordinary teahouse.

Wu Xie sat firmly on the upper seat, not once laying his eyes on the man lying on the ground.

Zhang Qiling sat opposite Wu Xie.

The hall masters who were summoned looked at each other in dismay: that position is... the third master is implying...

Then they all kept silent tacitly.

He Lei stood behind Wu Xie like a god, bowed down respectfully and said, "Third Lord, someone brought it here."

"It's not me, third master, it's really not me. I'm at home, but I was arrested. Third master, you have to believe that I am really innocent. Third master, I have always been loyal to you. ..." The man kneeling in the hall trembled with fear, but he explained it in an orderly manner.

"Oh?" Wu Xie uttered a syllable softly.

It doesn't seem to make any sense.

But the man lost his soul in fright: "Third Master, Third Master, Third Master..."

Wu Xie, who was screaming, frowned slightly: "Xiao Wu."

The man looked hopeful: "Here?"

"Boss Liu, how are you doing recently?"

Wu Xie slowly raised his head.

The third master was murderous!

The hearts of everyone in the hall trembled suddenly, and they stood up subconsciously, and then felt chills on their backs.

Xiao Wumian is as dead ashes.

It doesn't make sense.

How could he find out?

After so many years, how could he find out?

"Want to know the reason?" Wu Xie smiled, but his eyes were so cold that everyone shuddered.

"Crack" the sound of the corpse falling to the ground.

Xiao Wu's eyes opened ferociously, as if he wanted to engrave the face of the person in front of him into his heart.

Zhang Qiling frowned deeply.

"I'm sorry, I don't think there's anything to talk about with the dead." Wu Xie said in a low voice.

However, it was so quiet inside and outside the hall that his words could be heard clearly.

"Well, I would like to trouble everyone to watch a show. If there is nothing else to do, let's leave?" Wu Xie's eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and he smiled lightly.

"Yes, yes, yes." Everyone hurriedly responded, fleeing as fast as the plague.

The next second, Zhang Qiling got up with a gloomy expression and walked out of the teahouse.

"Third Master, this..." He Lei asked very skillfully.

"Procrastinate, I'm tired."

Hey, little brother, have you seen it, this is Wu Xie, this is innocence, this is, San, Lord.

Then let it go.

You go on looking for your innocence.

So be it.

This is great for everyone.

When Zhang Qiling returned to the antique shop, Wang Meng was still playing minesweeping. Seeing his gloomy face, he smiled: "Brother Zhang, can I talk to you about the boss?"

Zhang Qiling shouldn't have stopped, but when he heard Wu Xie, he still stopped.

"In all fairness, I hope that the boss can find someone who loves him, but the boss will admit death in this life, and he will recognize you."

Zhang Qiling didn't respond.

"Let's put it this way, if you don't love and can't, I still hope you don't show up; if you love but can't, please don't give the boss too many opportunities to think about it."

Zhang Qiling remained expressionless, but he didn't get up and walk away.

"It's not easy for the boss." Wang Meng nodded slowly to himself, "I watched the boss walk over the past ten years. Although Master Jiu and Fatty are very fond of the boss, they all have their own careers after all. , so the boss has probably been alone for ten years.”

"Wu Xie, how are you doing?" Zhang Qiling finally spoke.

"Not good." Wang Meng thought for a long time before summing up two words, "You won't be interested."

Zhang Qiling got up and went upstairs.

Wang Meng sighed lightly.

Master Zhang, what do you want to hear?

It's ten years of walking on the tip of a knife—since the boss doesn't take it seriously, it's okay not to mention it.

It was ten years of loneliness and helplessness——now that he has come here, the boss thinks he doesn't want you to see him so weak.

Still in ten years...

When Zhang Qiling went upstairs, he just walked up to a wall and cut a cross with his black gold ancient knife as hard as he could.

He didn't intend to leave at all. After he came out, he went back to Zhang's house and found that Wang's house was gone.

Now that it's gone, there's no need to keep the ultimate and the secret. I thought Wu Xie had forgotten it, so I just forgot it.

He's not going to leave.

Since Wang Meng is willing to talk to him about Wu Xie, then just listen, although he doesn't want to deny that when he heard the word "bad", his heart really twitched.

I still want to hear what Wu Xie said.

As for the wall—

When Wu Xie was sent up, something was wrong.

It turns out that the location here is Wu Xie's bedroom, but it is now sealed.

He was really interested to know what it was.

After a few more cuts, Zhang Qiling took a step back unsteadily when the wooden door and the limestone on the wall fell down unbearably.

A room, an ordinary room.

The only thing that is unusual may be the overwhelming name - from top to bottom, from left to right, all the sights are covered by the three characters Zhang Qiling.

24 strokes.

How much do people who write these want to write down these simple 24 strokes with their lives?

Most of the names were written extremely scribbled and crazy, and the only one written in a thin gold style was Zhang Qiling. The three large characters were painted with dull red around them, and along the cracks in the floor, a tall and tall figure was vaguely outlined.

Wu Xie.

How desperate was Wu Xie back then?

Zhang Qiling didn't dare to think about it, didn't dare to touch it, and didn't even notice the person behind him.

"Master Zhang, do you have something to look at?"

Later, Zhang Qiling sat on the sofa, watching the DVD with a blank expression. Wang Meng closed the door before going out: "It is a one-time play, and it will be destroyed by itself later."

The camera didn't shake, but Zhang Qiling felt very turbulent, maybe the man in the video was too crazy.

His well-defined hands hugged his head fiercely, curled up in the corner of the wall, trembling constantly.

For a long time, there was only this man in the video, standing still.

When he raised his head to reveal his crazy red pupils, even Zhang Qiling frowned——Wu Xie.

He hurriedly looked for a pen, and when he found it, he began to write crazily, on the paper, on the table, and on the wall, lying on the ground, his fingers turned blue with convulsions.He wrote very quickly, there were only three words from beginning to end, and his hands were trembling as he wrote, trembling desperately. He bit his lip, as if trying to remember the name with all his strength, his lips were unconscious. Opening and closing, he finally picked up the Tibetan knife——

The video ends abruptly.

Zhang Qiling sat without moving.

He could see what Wu Xie was thinking.

Nothing more than, can not forget.