"Dad, you won't admit your mistake, right?" the woman said in disbelief.

"Even if I, Qingming, is ten years older, I will never forget Jiang Qiu and Qingyang!" the old man said seriously.

"But Qingyang is dead! Even if he is not dead, he can't be so young, right? He is only one year younger than me!" the woman frowned.

"Who are you talking about?" her husband asked.

The woman sighed and told some of the past things. When the man heard this, he suddenly said, "No wonder you have to go back to your hometown once a year! According to you, the person in front of you will never be Jiang Qingyang's. This person is only in his teenage years old and is still a child!"

"According to Qingyang's age, even if he is alive, he still has a wife and a child, he will never have such a big son!" the woman smiled.

The old man said, "No matter what, let's ask when he wakes up!"

"This--" the man looked hesitant.

The woman hurriedly said, "Just because he looks like my brother Qingyang, stay here! I believe he will wake up!"

"Then--ok!" The man smiled slightly and nodded...

"Where have you been? I'm waiting until now?" Jiang Qiu shouted angrily when he saw Jing Ge coming back.

Jing Ge smiled embarrassedly and said, "I'll see if they've gone far."

"What?" Jiang Qiu glared, "Do you need to watch them for several hours when they go far?"

Jing Ge said: "Dad, I know I'm wrong! Let's go back quickly! I'm so scared!"

When Jiang Qiu heard this, he sighed and said, "Let's go!"

A cold light flashed in Jing Ge's eyes, he helped to clean up the dishes on the stall, and then went home with Jiang Qiu.

At night, after Jiang Qiu finished his meal, he fell asleep early because he was covered in wounds.

Jing Ge sneaked out of the door on the grounds that he went to Qingming's house to play for a while and brought him a bottle of beating wine.

Instead of going to Qingming's house, he found a sharp knife and rope at home, brought a set of clothes and fire brokers, ran to the riverside and polished the knife for a while. Then he hid the knife in his arms, and took advantage of the night to rush to the town along the path.

Jing Ge's courage is ten times greater than Jiang Qiu's, and he dares to do anything. Even if he is only five years old now, he still dares to kill people!

After running and walking, Jing Ge was panting, even in winter, sweating all over. Finally, he came to the town, followed the alley, avoided his ears and eyes, and rushed in one direction.

During the day, he had already checked where the three of them live, whether there are dogs, and how many people there are, just for the present!

One of the three bullies is single, one has a young wife, and the other is a family, but one is a family, two brothers, all with wives and sons, and one of them is wearing constable costumes. No wonder he dares to be so arrogant.

Jing Ge naturally chose the single one first, that is, the man who poked his little brother's crotch with a bamboo pole. This is the best one to kill!

Soon, Jing Ge stopped somewhere in the town, hid in the darkness and rested for a while, calmed his breathing completely. Then, in a cold war, took off his clothes, changed into the clothes he brought, and hid the original clothes. Then he brought a sharp knife and a rope to slowly approach a house.

Jing Ge was dressed very thickly and shrank in a corner of the leeward wall outside the back door, motionless.

Half an hour passed.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

The clouds in the sky floated very fast, the cold wind on the ground was blowing very fast, Jing Ge was trembling with coldness, his face turned red, but he looked calm and did not panic at all.

Finally, he moved when there was no sound around him until the second half of the night!

He stood up, stepped on the spot for a few times, stretched his arms and thighs, tied the sharp knife with his belt, took off his coat, left only a short jacket, put on a rope, lowered his breathing, climbed up a tree with a trembling figure, tied the rope on the trunk, then wrapped his sleeves around his palm, climbed over the courtyard wall, and fell to the ground little by little by little.

Jing Ge's eyes were so lit up. He bowed his body and stood on tiptoe and touched the back door softly and quickly. The back door was a wooden door panel, and the door latch was not upside down. Jing Ge took out a sharp knife, slowly reached into the crack of the door, and gently fiddled with the door latch.

Whenever there is a trace of other noise, Jing Ge will stop immediately and appear very cautious.

After a while, the door was gently opened by him, making a slight creaking sound. Jing Ge did not panic and touched a kitchen, sniffed it, found a leftover chicken in the cupboard, and ate a few bites without hesitation. Then he touched a pot of wine, dipped it in his hand, sucked it a few times, warming his whole chest.

He was too young to drink too much, just warm up his body. Then he touched another kitchen knife and slowly touched the bedroom door from the kitchen.

He raised his ears and Jing Ge heard a slight snoring sound from inside, and couldn't help but sneer, pushing the door gently, and then creaking again.

Jing Ge held his breath and hid in the corner. When he heard the snoring sounds weaker, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

After waiting for a while, when Jing Ge breathed a sigh of relief not only when the snoring sounded again, but also louder and louder, he said to himself: "How did Zhang Fei die, how would you die!" Then he took a deep breath, held his breath again, bent down to touch the door, stepped across the threshold, and crawled in.

Although the room was pitch black, Jing Ge could still see some things after getting used to it. There was a bed and a table in the room. There was a pot of wine and a plate of unfinished beef on the table. The room was filled with a smell of wine. Jing Ge was happy: "It is easier to kill when he is drunk!"

He just glanced at the bed with his eyes, slowly pulled out the sharp knife, put the kitchen knife on the ground, his eyelids drooped, and he touched it with his lower body.

With one step or two steps, Jing Ge also began to get nervous at this moment. It was not because he was afraid of killing people, but once he woke up, he would be dead even if he had a knife in his hand.

Finally arrived at the bedside, Jing Ge glanced at him again and found that he was still asleep and breathing smoothly. He slowly released his breath and sucked it into his lungs bit by bit. Then he gently lifted his quilt, raised his hand up, and the cold light of the sharp knife flashed, facing the heart, and inserted his mission downwards!

"ah!"

The knife was really stuck. The man woke up and screamed. Jing Ge relaxed his hand without hesitation, lowered his body, and rolled backwards on the spot. The man bounced up and subconsciously grabbed it with his hands, but grabbed a hole. Blood in his chest was pouring like a spring, flowing Jing Ge's entire back.

Jing Ge was too weak, and this knife stabbed him into his sternum and only penetrated half of his heart. But it was enough, but his struggle might have been too much, causing trouble.

Jing Ge rolled on the ground again, setting a distance from him. The man softened his body, rolled from the bed to the ground, screaming. Jing Ge rolled to the kitchen knife, grabbed it quickly, then rolled forward, kicked his feet, rushed to him, and slashed hard at his neck.

"laugh!"

This knife made another real slash. Now, the man only kicked his legs and stopped moving.

"Hu—Hu—Hu—Hu—" Jing Ge touched his face with his bloodless hand, sat on the ground and took a long breath. Then he leaned over, pulled out the sharp knife, wiped the blood with his clothes, and put it away with the kitchen knife. He went outside to find the wine jar, went into the room and poured it on his body and the surrounding flammable places. Then he lifted up two knives, took out the fire stick from his arms, blew it on the spot, and ran out immediately.

From the inside, there is no need to climb over the wall. Jing Ge opened the gate of the courtyard and ran out. At this time, a raging fire had already ignited in the room. Jing Ge walked around the tree, climbed up patiently, untied the rope, landed on the ground, found his coat, looked around for a few minutes, and ran away from an alley.

When the bloody clothes on his body were found, he quickly changed them back. Although the bloody smell on his body could not be hidden, he was not afraid, and he just felt very happy.

Undoubtedly, it is already amazing to kill a big man by a five-year-old child.

This was the first time Jing Ge killed a person so difficult, and his physical condition was too poor.

"Do you want to kill another one? If the autopsy is performed tomorrow, even if I burn him, it will definitely be found. By then, even if I can't find me, they will not be able to kill again once they are alert! But I am so tired now, it will definitely not be easy to kill again. Let's forget it!" Jing Ge thought about it and decided to give up. So he wrapped his blood suit and weapon and found his way home.

When he arrived in the suburbs, Jing Ge found hay and wrapped his clothes, burned them with a fire stick. The kitchen knife also changed to another place and buried it. As for the sharp knife, he was reluctant to let go, so he found a ditch and washed the blood. Then he left quickly.

After returning home, Jiang Qiu went to bed early. Jing Ge quietly took off his clothes and soaked them in water. Then he burned hot water to take a shower, changed into new clothes. He washed the clothes again, stirred them hard with soil outside for a few times, removed the fishy smell, and washed them several times. Then he hung the clothes, hid the sharp knife somewhere outside, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and lie on the bed to sleep.

A burst of fatigue surged like a tide, and Jing Ge soon fell asleep. Jiang Qiu's ears suddenly moved, turned over, opened his eyes, stared at the back of Jing Ge's head, and after a long time, he sighed silently.

"Is this still my son? How could he become so strange?" Jiang Qiu was deeply puzzled.

The vortex of darkness rotated unevenly for a long time, and the chaotic light flashed and many new ones appeared immediately. Suddenly, a force like a collapse of the sky and the earth was swept over, breaking the vortex away. The darkness spread out and spread to the boundless and settled down...

As the picture turned, Jing Ge's body appeared. There was a red path in front, and both sides of the road were dark. The path extended out in a winding manner, and there was a vague black hole in front, rippling like water lines.

"Where is this?" Jing Ge thought to himself, and his feet slightly to the ground, drifted over like a ghost, landing on the path. Then he walked forward for a while and arrived in front of the black hole.

He was hesitating whether to get in, a cry suddenly came from the black hole, and then a big blood-red hand grabbed it from inside, locking Jing Ge's neck, and a desperate suffocation suppressed his body, mind and even his soul consciousness. Then, just as he felt that he was about to be strangled, his big hand suddenly shrank in, and he was pulled into the black hole and came to another world.

Light! The sky and the earth turned into thousands of white lights, which made Jing Ge unable to open his eyes. After a long time, the light gradually dissipated. Jing Ge opened his eyes and saw himself coming to a grand canyon. The sky was blue like the sea and the white clouds were slump, the mountains were green like waves and green grass, the scorching sun like fire, the snow was as proud as smoke, like poetry like songs, like dreams and fantasy.

"Where is this?" Jing Ge asked again, but no one answered. The whole world was extremely quiet, as if humans had become extinct, circulating a new world.

Suddenly, with the place where Jing Ge stood as the center, white light scattered from the ground. Jing Ge subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands, and his body swayed, and he changed from a young appearance to an eighteen-year-old boy. The light under his feet rippled out little by little, disappearing little by little, but there was a sea of ​​flowers on the ground, and the rose petals clustered into waves, and they took root and grew out in an instant along the place where the light disappeared!

All the light disappeared completely after a few breaths. Jing Ge opened his eyes wide and turned around. He saw beautiful roses and flowers all over the mountains, with a faint fragrance blowing his face and reaching the sky.

A song suddenly came from the sky. Jing Ge turned around and looked over and saw a beautiful girl walking step by step with her petals. She was wearing a white long skirt and exuding a faint white glow. Although the distance was far, she didn't see her walking a few steps before she arrived in front of Jing Ge.

Jing Ge looked at her face and saw her bright eyes and white teeth, smiling like a flower, and her eyes widened-

"Chen Xinqi!" Jing Ge exclaimed, "It's you!"

Chen Xinqi smiled lightly at him, closed his hands and held them in front of his chest. The breeze blew, causing her hair to float away behind her, as light as a fairy. Then she spread her arms and turned around in place, stirring up a slight whirlwind, rolling up all the petals within ten meters around her, turning into whirlpools in the air, wrapping Jing Ge and herself.

In the whirlpool of petals, Chen Xinqi slowly walked to Jing Ge, held his face, looked at his eyes, and said softly: "The sleeping mound of soil, the long-dried tears, will produce countless colorful buds, blooming, sad roses, and longing roses!"

Jing Ge's whole body was shocked, his gaze blurred, and tears fell on her cold fingers.
Chapter completed!