There's a Madman Sharpening His Knife at Night

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill him and kill that bastard!"

"Break his neck!"

"Okay, good kill!"

Refugee No. 3 won, and since then got rid of his refugee status and became an official death fighter of our Senluo Society! "

"boom!"

"Where to go!"

"Do you think you can run away?"

"catch him!"

"Noon has arrived, let's ask!"

"cut!"

"It's you!"

"What a great fate!"

"Did you kill all my brothers?"

"Hahaha, not a single one was left!"

"Old beast! Die!"

"No way, you, you're not dead!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

In Weeping Willow Town, the sunlight is soft, and the wind brings the smell of earth, mixed with the smell of grass, brewing in the moist air.

Fazhao sat cross-legged in an open space in the town, frowning and looking at Lu Hu lying on the ground in front of him.

This was already the third day since Lu Hu passed out. Lu Hu had recovered his heartbeat and breathing as early as the early morning of that day, but he had been in a coma and never woke up.

Kong Liao and Ku Kai waited until noon and then headed to Rudraksha Temple, leaving him alone to continue waiting for Lu Hu to wake up.

Before Kong Ling left, he ordered Fazhao to save Lu Hu if Lu Hu was still conscious after he woke up.

During the few days that Fazhao was waiting for Lu Hu, he saw Lu Hu in a coma, his brows furrowed, his teeth clenched, and the murderous aura in his body could not be restrained from escaping.

This makes Fazhao unbelievable. Even if this person is in a coma, he can still have such a strong murderous intention. Is he killing people in his dreams?

As time went by, the killing intent on Lu Hu became more and more intense, making Fazhao, who was sitting cross-legged next to him, feel frightened.

Fa Zhao watched as Lu Hu's murderous intent continued to increase, and he felt that Lu Hu was probably sinking into the killing, with no hope of regaining consciousness.

He watched the sun gradually go down and decided to wait until the sun was covered by the mountains to save Lu Hu and help him escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

Fazhao reached out and picked up the tiger blade he had brought with him. He glanced at the sky and saw the mountains in the distance. Only a little bit of the sunset was still exposed, so he slowly pulled it out.

"It's almost time!"

At this moment, the murderous and violent Lu Hu, who was originally full of murderous intent, suddenly began to weaken.

This made Fazhao stunned for a moment, then he stood up with a knife and came to Lu Hu. He continued to observe and saw that the murderous aura continued to weaken. Soon, Lu Hu's frowning brows relaxed and kept bulging. His cheeks also relaxed, and he finally became no longer ferocious.

"Attend class!"

"Stand up, hello teacher!"

"Hello, classmates, please take a seat! Students, please turn the textbook to page 35. The class representative will lead everyone to read it aloud. Let's begin!"

The sky is very blue, with white clouds, like marshmallows. The bright sunshine shines in from the side window of the classroom slightly, shining on the teacher who is writing on the blackboard in front of the blackboard. The white shirt on his body is particularly bright.

The childish voice sounded in the classroom with a long drawl.

"Do unto others, do not impose on others.

If you want to establish yourself, you can establish others; if you want to reach yourself, you can reach others.

To make a mistake without correcting it is to make a mistake!

Don't express your anger, don't make mistakes.

Scholars must be ambitious and have a long way to go. Isn’t it important to think of benevolence as one’s own responsibility? Isn't it just too far to die before oneself?

"

"Huh~!"

Lu Hu opened his eyes suddenly and stood up from the ground. His eyes stared blankly, and the sounds from his dream were still echoing in his ears.

"Cough~cough! Cough!"

After a violent cough, he wanted to stand up from the ground, but as soon as he put his hands on the ground, he felt a tingling sensation in several places on his body, which made him unable to exert any strength at all. Even the movement of getting up was impossible. Can't do it.

At this time, Lu Hu felt someone beside him. He looked up and saw a monk holding his own tiger blade standing next to him in the bloody sunset.

"What's wrong with my body? I don't even know there's someone around me!"

No matter how serious the injury Lu Hu suffered before, it was just a weak body and dull senses. But now he feels that his martial arts strength has been deprived of him, turning him into a person who has never practiced martial arts. No one is as good as a muscular warrior.

But at this moment, someone was standing next to him with a knife, which made him extremely nervous.

"Donor Lu, have you ever woken up?" Fazhao asked.

"Are you..." Lu Hu frowned and looked at Fazhao, "Are you the young monk outside the Qingzhou village?"

When Fazhao heard what Lu Hu said, he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Lu Hu had recovered as before and he didn't need to transcend.

"It seems that Donor Lu has no memory before!"

"Um?"

When Lu Hu heard this, he began to think back. He could only remember that he killed the female ghost with a single blow of his sword, Wind Dragon, and then caught the falling ghost pill. His body suddenly became cold, and there was a blank space behind him!

"What happened? Why are you here? Where are the people in the caravan? What happened to my body?"

Lu Hu asked many questions in succession. Fa Zhao smiled, sheathed the tiger blade, and lifted Lu Hu up from the ground.

"It's not busy, it's not busy. It's been three days and three nights, Donor Lu, and we haven't eaten enough water or rice. It's better to eat something first. I'll explain to Donor Lu slowly."

In the main hall of the ancestral hall, the bonfire left before was lit again.

Lu Hu was devouring the pancakes that were dry and hard in his hands. He finished the pancakes in his hands in three or four mouthfuls. Then he pulled out the cork of the wine gourd and took a gulp of wine. His Adam's apple shrank, and then he picked up another cup. Eat pancakes.

Fazhao was opposite, telling him what happened when Lu Hu lost his memory.

"What, Master Kong is here too!"

When Fazhao said it was empty, Lu Hu was startled and interrupted his voracious eating.

"It was the abbot who pulled the benefactor Lu Hu out of his mad state." When Fazhao said this, he suddenly thought of something and stopped suddenly.

"Master Kong, did you save me?" Lu Hu looked at him mid-sentence and filled in the rest.

"The abbot just gave a little help to Donor Lu. The reason why the Donor can wake up is because the Donor has a deep and self-contained nature."

"oh?"

Lu Hu changed his words temporarily after hearing the law, which reminded him of his previous "dream"!

It is said that before a person dies, he will look back on his entire life like a revolving door.

I had indeed entered the revolving stage at that time, but the content I watched started from my first death fight in the Senluo Society Death Fight Arena, and it was not until the end that I saw the scenes of my previous life.

A scene of a warm spring afternoon class.

And he heard Fazhao say that he had been angry for a long time, but he could not wake up until the memory of the Chinese class in his previous life surfaced, and then he woke up.

"Self-nature saves oneself, oneself saves oneself!"

Lu Hu was thoughtful, holding the wine gourd in one hand and the pancakes in the other, frozen in place.