Kunwu doesn't care about Zhao Jianying's life——

——The real reason that made him embarrassed and shaken his mind was actually the knife that cut off the chain.

This ordinary person dared to threaten him with death, even risking his life.

Faced with Judah’s house arrest control, Kunwu actually thought about dying——

——But he talks a lot, but when it comes to the implementation stage, he will find reasons and excuses for himself, and say stupid things that he doesn't even want to believe.

If he can be free once he dies, then what's the point of living? He has worked hard for so long and suffered so much just to survive.

If Wang Damin could solve his troubles with just one knife, wouldn't his life have been in vain?

His desire for self-destruction was not that strong, and he did not have any great vows or ideals to sacrifice his life for righteousness. When he saw Zhao Jianying stabbing himself in the heart and committing suicide, the immortal was envious and frightened. In the end, because of his too strong will to survive, he changed

It becomes difficult to understand, and it becomes difficult to agree with.

It was already approaching dusk, and the setting sun cast two shadows.

Kunwu knew that this was the gunsmith coming. So he continued to fight and continued to talk extremely offensive nonsense.

"You have a good dog and he is willing to die for you. This is a good thing."

Xueming stood on the other side of the alley, his face and complexion were very poor. He held a cigarette between his fingertips and wore Jianying's gown. He had no emotion when he saw the corpse. When he heard Kun Wu's provocation, he knew it was a psychological attack.

Stratagem, but still couldn't help but get angry: "Fuck you!"

Kunwu realized that this method of stimulating generals' fighting spirit was effective, so he was not in a hurry to do it——

——Since the gunsmith is afraid of the soul power of [Destroying Heaven and Changing Fate], then this duel is a competition between mental strength and a collision of wills.

"You dare to argue with me?"

Jiang Xueming squatted beside Jianying, closed the brother's eyes, and cut off a finger from Belloberg. It was the habit of picking up corpses left over from the time when the Nameless Doe fought side by side with the battle group. Fingerprints can identify the identity, and handed the finger to

The soldier's family represents his return home.

He said nothing, looked at the facade of the glue paint workshop, and allowed Kunwu to talk at length.

"Isn't he your dog? I thought this guy was pretending to be you to buy you time - but it turns out it was just wishful thinking? He's not even a dog in your mind?"

"Does a person like you still regard ordinary people as beings of the same kind and level as yourself? Oh - how strange, gunsmith."

"Six years, six full years, more than two thousand days, you killed more than 20,000 Crusaders, including weak old women and children, and strong religious leaders. To you

Everyone is treated equally.”

"I even think that you don't care about the life and death of the people in Taiye City at all."

"Perhaps if you find an opportunity, you can kill all my godsons, godsons, and grandchildren for eighteen generations, and then you can kill me."

"Do you really care about this kid's life? You're a hypocritical bitch..."

The more Kunwu scolded, the more flustered he became——

——Because the gunsmith looks like a dead man.

If provoking the general is useless and there is no way to break through his defenses, it will be difficult to use the spiritual power of [Destroying Heaven and Changing Fate].

I still remember that when Jianying first picked up the money to buy his life, he was short-sighted and had a guilty conscience. He looked around and lost his mind. Only then did Yakshame seize the opportunity. The little devil got into his belly and started to fight with Mr. Han’s old man.

My mother changed her life.

Kunwu often tells some fallacious truths, asking people to say "thank you" and making these barbarians feel in their hearts that they owe the leader. This is also one of the important conditions for activating [Changing Fate Against Heaven].

Say it differently? Change the topic?

"That's all, it's a worthy death."

"In Shambhala, who is not a meat dog?"

"I work for Judas, and I have been begging for nothing to get some credit. I have been busy all my life, just like a dog guarding the house and guarding the yard. Maybe it will end up in the belly of its master when I die - I also want to say thank you to the master for his grace.

"

"Isn't it true that you act proudly and ruthlessly?"

"Zhao Jianying worked for you and died for you, but he still felt that he owed you something. He seemed to be yelling about something before he died..."

Kunwu squinted his eyes and covered his ears in a delicate and pretentious manner to listen.

"Written off in one stroke, Jiang Xueming, written off in one stroke?"

"Only when I heard this did I realize that you are also a moneylender, dealing in people's lives."

"The eldest son of the Zhao family is also your meat dog. After he protects you from disaster, he will still thank you even if he dies..."

A fleet of cars and horses came in from the street corner to transport goods. Waiters came out of various shops to help with the transportation, and there were more and more people -

——People don’t care about this leader because Kunwu is too down-to-earth and too ordinary.

There are always a few days every month when the leader will fight and discuss with fellow Taoists, usually to make friends. Everyone is not surprised, and unless someone is really killed, they will gather around to watch the fun.

Before Zhao Jianying died, the excitement was still interesting. After his death, everyone thought that according to this process, the new strange monk would just chat for a while, go back and drink tea, and it would be another scene to clear up the past feud.

Also very boring.

"Why don't you speak?" Kunwu scolded: "You bastard, are you guilty? Don't you dare to speak?"

"I can't feel Jianying's spirit body." Jiang Xueming spoke slowly and slowly opened his eyes: "Shh, don't worry - I have plenty of time to deal with you."

According to the channeling methods of the Nine Realms, after a person dies, the spirit body will linger at the place of death for a while. If the obsession is strong enough, it should still live in the residence where he was alive for a period of time. Any psyker with a keener inspiration can communicate with these.

Spiritual bodies engage in simple communication.

But Jiang Xueming couldn't feel Zhao Jianying's presence——

——This land seems not to allow spiritual bodies to travel freely between heaven and earth, and it doesn't even give them a moment to say goodbye.

"Kunwu." Jiang Xueming was waiting for an opportunity: "Have you ever thought about why I am who I am?"

Kunwu: "Why are you who you are?"

Jiang Xueming: "Why is a gunsmith a gunsmith?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Kunwu: "Huh?"

Jiang Xueming: "I can be Jiang Xueming - you know me."

Kunwu: "Ah?"

Jiang Xueming: "You said it, Kunwu, you said it yourself. You know about me. I'm just a offal seller."

Kunwu: "Oh..."

"I could have lived like this forever and continued to be my Jiang Xueming." Jiang Xueming finally shook off the blood on his fingers and wanted to bring this relic to Jian Xiong: "I could have been anyone, I could have delivered newspapers, done

Restaurant worker.”

"I can earn some money to get a degree, get a driver's license, be a driver, drive a big car, and do long-distance transportation. I can stay up late and like to drive a big car."

"I really can't rely on this face to make ends meet. Maybe I won't have to work hard anymore."

"Do you think it makes sense?"

Kunwu didn't dare to act rashly, but he had to accept these nonsense——

——If he doesn't answer, there will be cracks in his heart, and his soul power will not be so effective.

"It does make some sense..."

Jiang Xueming suddenly clenched his fists: "You scolded Jianying and called him a meat dog, but have you ever thought about..."

"Like me, he originally had three brothers who inherited the family business of two parents. However, they were hit by natural and man-made disasters. In the end, they just wanted to hide in this small home and live with Guan Xiangxiang. They wanted to have a few children and pass on the family legacy."

"He doesn't have to wear a monk's robe, he doesn't have to be my scapegoat, he doesn't have to bear the alias of a gunsmith - he can even use my head to exchange for some credit and a better future."

"Kunwu!——"

Jiang Xueming gritted his steel teeth and his eyes turned blood red.

"Now you know? Why is Jiang Xueming a gunsmith! Why am I who I am!"

"It's because of the dirty business you scumbags have started! I can't even protect my family, how can I live a peaceful life?!"

"Did Jianying die on my behalf? Did I kill him?"

Kunwu said quickly: "Of course! You yourself..."

"What the hell!" Jiang Xueming pointed angrily at the bridge of the monster's nose with raised eyebrows and cold eyes: "He died in battle! There are no prisoners in the Gate of Wonders, let alone the Nameless One!"

"Remember clearly and think carefully about how many pieces of human skin I peeled off from your body and how many lives I killed. They were all tortured to death by the power of your soul. When you get to the Palace of the King of Hell, you will be put into a frying pan. You were killed during your lifetime.

How many people are going to step on your head! Shit and piss on your face!"

At this time, Kunwu finally understood, finally understood, and finally gave up his fantasy.

The gunsmith's will and determination were far beyond his imagination——

——This is a person who cannot be defeated with fallacies or moral swords, at least not by Kunwu.

There is no room for cooperation between them, only undying hatred. It is precisely because of this hatred that Jiang Xueming became a gunsmith.

There is no need to talk about the three categories of benefits: fortune, wealth, and longevity.
To be continued...