Everyone's threads are kept by Han Jing alone.

In the chaos, Han Jing said quietly: "The threads of the three of them have been broken."

Wen Chen: "…"

Even Feng Rugu, who had planned to calm Wen Chen down and took his sword to save people, was stunned.

The thread of the thread was broken, either because the thread of the thread was dead, or because they had fallen into the clutches of the devil, and knew that they were powerless to turn the world back and did not want to implicate everyone, so they broke the thread of the thread.

Wen Chen stared at Han Jing for a moment, tears quickly emerged from his eyes, and he turned around and left.

Feng Rugu felt a little sad and wanted to say a few words to Han Jing, but Han Jing turned around and left, with an indescribable coldness in his expression.

This heart-pumping coldness appeared on Han Jing's face, causing Feng Rugu to have a sudden sneer in his heart for no reason.

He chased after him: "Senior Brother Han, is the thread really broken?"

Han Jing replied: "Yes."

Feng Rugu still didn't believe it: "Senior Brother Han, don't be afraid of me taking risks to save people. I'm the least afraid of taking risks in my life."

Han Jing replied: "It's really broken."

Feng Rugu grabbed his shoulder and forced him to turn halfway. He was about to speak, but he saw a light red blood dizzy on his chest. He couldn't help but be shocked: "Are you injured?"

He was about to pull Han Jing's loose front, but Han Jing grabbed his hand: "As usual... don't touch me."

Feng Rugu said anxiously: "Why should I hide it if I am injured?!"

Han Jing twisted his body and tried his best to avoid Feng Rugu. His words were very strange, and he was even a little confused: " Stay away from me... I'm very strange, I'm afraid that I will soon forget about fear..."

Feng Rugu became more and more strange when he heard his words. He stood on tiptoe without saying anything and touched his forehead.

...It's really hot.

Feng Rugu looked at the bleeding on his chest and judged that he was not seriously injured. He felt a little relieved and pushed his back: "Senior brother, don't worry about the matter here. Go and rest."

Han Jing lowered his head and was pushed out by him twice, and suddenly said, "As it is."

Feng Rugu: "What?"

“Is it wrong for me to do the right thing?”

These seemingly chaotic words aroused a bad premonition in Feng Rugu's heart: "Senior Brother Han, what did you do?"

The thread is tied, is it Senior Brother Han...

If he took the initiative to tear off the thread, he would not be able to take risks. Wen Chen could not find the three people who had lost their lives, and the demons could not find their whereabouts based on the thread.

But those three people... were completely abandoned in this "remaining world".

But after a change of thought, Feng Rugu abandoned such unrealistic conjectures.

That's Han Jing.

He is smart, but he has always been affectionate, and emotion is always more important than facts.

Even if there are thousands of reasons, he will not give up on those three people.

Sure enough, Han Jing shook for a moment, as if he had just fought a battle between heaven and man with him, his face turned pale: "Nothing is wrong. I might be... confused. I will take a break... rest for a while."

Feng Rugu trusted Han Jing and immediately put away his nonsense guess: "Go and go."

Han Jing took a few steps and turned around.

Feng Rugu was staring at his back, intersecting his eyes, and waved his hand again, asking him to go and rest quickly.

Han Jing grabbed the clothes on his chest and looked at him deeply, but the emotions in his eyes were so weak that they couldn't see clearly: "As usual, I'm going. You're fine."

Feng Rugu didn't think it was strange: "Go. I'll stare here."

On the other side.

Wen Chen and more than a dozen fellow Taoists who had a good relationship with him, spoke in a low voice.

Wen Chen clenched his fists: "I tell you that Han Jing and Feng Ruyuan can't trust you! - They were not dead at all! They didn't cut off the thread!"

Someone asked: "Mr. Wen, how do you know?"

"The one who fell behind has a playmate who has been a child. He has always been a little courage. In case of precautions, he has also tied a thread here!" Wen Chen pulled open his chest, and a thin line crawled on it, "This line has not been broken at all. The Han surname is lying to us! He just doesn't want to save the three of them!"

Someone was excited: "Let's go and tell Feng Daojun about this!"

"Relying on him to Feng Ruyuan?" Wen Chen sneered with tears in his eyes, "He only cares about his own show of himself. How could he take his life and death to fellow Taoists in his heart?"

There was silence around.
Chapter completed!