in the edge

Chapter 387 Under the Strong

A strong person is not only an identity, but also a kind of power.

The strong are like storms, the strong are like earthquakes, the strong are moving natural disasters, the strong are the absolute masters, they only need to wave their hands to bring death, they only need to stamp their feet to cause corpses to litter the fields. No one can stop a strong person from practicing his will, unless it is another strong person.

But is it really a good thing for two strong men to fight?

Maybe it's a good thing for the strong. After all, the thoughts of strong people are always a little different from ordinary people. For many strong people, fighting means an opportunity to polish themselves, an improvement in strength, and even means, You can rob another strong man of everything - so strong men are often happy to fight with another strong man. Even if they seem reluctant on the surface, when they actually do it, they can always find that they are still Willing to fight this.

But what about those who are not strong?

"No more, all gone..."

A young man in ragged clothes was kneeling in front of two hastily dug graves, staring blankly.

He should have cried. After all, his parents were buried in these two graves. Even if no one participated in this simple funeral, as an heir, he should at least cry.

But he couldn't even cry.

It must be fake, right? He thought like this, everything in front of him seemed to be just an illusion to him - or in other words, he would rather believe that it was an illusion than admit the facts before him.

He still remembered how his father encouraged him.

The more critical times like this, the more important it is for everyone to unite as one, at least this is what the teacher taught when I was studying.

he does not know.

He only knew that the prairie people were coming, and his family had escaped from Yangzhou City. His mother, who used to smile every day, had not smiled for a long time, and his father, who was originally a tall and strong man, had gradually become stooped. There are even more white hairs on my head.

Why why, what is the reason for all this? It is obvious that they are just living their own lives, and it is obvious that none of them are guilty - yes, military disasters are like natural disasters, there is nothing that can be done, everyone is running away, they naturally They can only escape, they can only escape... But they have obviously tried very hard to escape. They have not provoked anyone, they just want to live.

Even these two graves were dug by him himself.

It wasn't that he didn't want his parents to be buried intact, it was just that there were only so many that he could find.

"At least we are still alive, right? We don't need things like family property. As long as we can go to a safe place, to Jiankang City, we can always earn back what we throw away... Be obedient and don’t make your mother angry at this time. She is not in good health and needs to be happy, you know?"

"why?"

Buried in the grave on the left is his father's severed hand, and in the grave on the right is half of his mother's head.

And, as his father said, at least they were alive.

and so……

At least if he died, he wouldn't have to face this.

Maybe this is a good thing for him, at least he has found some, and with his current weak body, he can just dig out these two small holes - maybe this is what his parents left for him. After all, if two complete corpses were placed here, just burying them might cause him to die of exhaustion due to hunger and cold.

So, why?

But is being exhausted really a bad thing?

He knew that he was very obedient and he had never made his mother angry.

Death doesn't seem to be such a bad thing.

"But at least we're alive."

He murmured to himself in front of the grave.

They just want to survive. Why is this?

It is obvious that they will arrive in Jiankang soon, the imperial city must be safe, and they will be able to survive soon, but why...why on earth?

Because two strong men who were fighting passed by here.

That's it.

He actually knew the answer in his heart. After all, he had seen it all with his own eyes. Just when the refugee team temporarily settled down, just when they were preparing to take a rest, he went out to find firewood and had just left, not long after he had heard that, roar.

"Don't run around alone. Be careful. You're still young. Don't meet some bad guy who abducts you. If you do meet some beast or something and take you away, won't your mother be distressed to death?"

He still remembered that his father told him this, but they hadn't eaten hot food for a long time, and even if they could have a fire, it would be good - so for the only time, he didn't obey, but chose to take advantage of the opportunity to rest. Ran out.

He was disobedient and survived.

Then he saw something more terrifying than a beast.

The roaring sound was getting closer and closer. It was like two giant beasts tearing each other apart. Just the huge size made the earth tremble. What frightened him the most was that the roaring sound actually came from him. It came from the direction it came from.

When he rushed back all the way, he only saw the flash of swords.

That was also the first time he knew that people could actually be so strong. It usually took a carpenter half a day to saw down a big tree. The light of the sword could cut off a piece with just one strike. In the past, it took farmers a whole day to cut off a tree. The ground was dug up, and the sword shadow could tear it into pieces with just one swing. As for the remaining bricks and tiles, they were crushed into powder on the spot. Such a terrifying attack, just the aftermath, would kill people on the spot.

Yes, just the aftermath would cause people to die on the spot.

This was not a judgmental conclusion, but a fact that appeared before his eyes.

Those two highly skilled men just passed over the ranks of the refugees, and the turbulent light and shadow of their swords had already caused a bloody storm in the crowd - these two people did not even take the initiative to do anything to these civilians. Killing, they were all swinging their swords at each other seriously, but the light and shadow of the swords leaking in mid-air still caused people to fall to the ground one after another.

The first to fall was the driver, Lao Zhao. This unsmiling man had always been the least talkative in the team, but when he was the hungriest, the stranger still broke a piece of cake to him. He still remembered, Lao Zhao He said that he was going to Jiankang City to look for his daughter. He also said that he would find a job so as not to cause trouble to the child.

The second person to fall was Aunt Wang who sold tofu. Of course, that was when she was in Yangzhou. Since she started to flee, Aunt Wang stopped selling tofu. However, he heard Aunt Wang say that as long as she arrived in Jiankang, she would still sell tofu. He will go back to his old business and set up the tofu stall again. When the time comes, he must go there to eat.

The third person to fall was Changqiu, who was of the same age as him. Logically speaking, it was not easy for a girl of this age to get acquainted with a boy like him, but now everyone was escaping from the war, and no one cared about the relationship between men and women. Farewell - he still remembered that he had laughed at the other party's disguise as a man, and the little girl whose hair was cut short and dressed as a boy cried because of this.

He didn't have time to say sorry. The fourth, the fifth, the sixth...the people who were familiar with him fell to the ground one by one. They were just ordinary people who couldn't bear the swords and swords. Even if it was just the aftermath of the battle, it was the most painful thing for them. A fatal blow.

For a moment, blood and flesh were scattered everywhere, and broken limbs and broken arms were flying all over the ground.

He even saw his parents.

His parents were still looking at him, but their bodies had already flown into the sky. When half of his father's face saw him, he still had the last bit of love in his eyes, and his mother's hands flew over from a distance, like It's like holding him.

But this hand held nothing.

Just because the sword energy has decreased.

It was no longer the ordinary light and shadow of swords, but the more ferocious sword aura and sword light. The two strong men in mid-air were obviously showing real fire, and their moves became more and more fierce - but it was the two of them who were fighting together. Being so cruel actually resulted in the two of them being unable to do anything to each other for a while.

He couldn't understand a battle situation of this level. He only knew that his mother's hand flew up again.

Just like other broken limbs and broken arms, just like other broken bricks and tiles, under this majestic power, my mother's hand was eventually crushed into powder, and so was my father's face. Old Zhao It's the same, it's the same with Aunt Wang, it's the same with Changqiu... It's the same with everyone. The team that originally escaped from the disaster has now become one, and they are indistinguishable from each other.

"So...this must be fake, right?"

To him, this memory was a bit fuzzy, like it happened a long time ago, or like it happened in a dream - so all of this must be false. How could all of this happen? How did that happen? How did that happen?

What if all this was fake?

However, all this was not false after all. He still got his father's severed hand and his mother's head. Even though the two mutilated corpses were difficult to distinguish, he still buried them.

He didn't want to admit all this, but as a son of a man, he couldn't let his parents die in the wilderness like this.

"So, why?"

Kneeling in front of the grave, he murmured to himself.

Dead, everyone died, turned into corpses all over the ground, and even turned into mud all over the ground - but those two strong men, the strong ones who caused such carnage, didn't even stop for a moment. They didn't mean anything, but they didn't even mean to take a look... They continued to fight, continued to fight, and fought all the way to the distance.

Maybe they will eventually decide a winner, maybe one of them will fall, or maybe they will tie, or even just have a drink without knowing each other.

So, what then?

"why?"

Kneeling in front of the grave, his eyes were empty.

So what is all this about? They obviously didn't provoke anyone, they just wanted to live, they just wanted to live a normal life - there wasn't even a single martial arts practitioner among them, they were not in any danger at all, why did they die? them? Why do you have to find them?

Why must they be killed?

Why, it wasn’t the two strong men who died?

Is it just because they are strong?

It seems that is indeed the case.

Because they are strong, because they have the power to kill people easily, they are moving natural disasters, they are walking monsters... It's like walking in the woods and encountering wild beasts, and you can only blame yourself for your bad luck. Do you want to blame the beast for eating people?

If it really is a beast, then this does make sense.

But what they faced was obviously not a wild beast.

They were facing people, people just like them, people with the same two hands and two legs. They said the same words and even wrote the same words. They were all human beings, not beasts.

Even if the wild beast that hurts someone is killed, what about the person who kills someone?

"Why aren't you the ones who died!"

In front of two barren graves, the young man clenched his fists.

"Why wasn't it you who died! Why didn't you come to pay for it! Why wasn't it you! Why wasn't it you!"

Why not them, why not these strong men? These people who care so little about human life are simply worse than animals. Why are the people who die not these animals but ordinary people like them who just want to live their lives?

Why? Why?

The young man didn't understand that at his age, it was difficult to think clearly about these things.

All he knew was hatred.

I hate those two murderers, I hate this world that has seen hell. He is so obedient, and their family has done nothing wrong. Why should they be killed? Why should they be the ones who die?

"Beast...beast!"

The young man beat the ground hard, as if he could vent the resentment in his chest.

After all, that's all he can do.

What else could you do but hate him? Revenge? Kill those two strong men? He really wanted to, he wanted it more than anyone else, but could he do it?

He is just an ordinary person. He can do nothing. He can only hate, curse, and beat the ground as if beating those two beasts...

That's all he can do.

There is nothing he can do.

Maybe this boy is not the only one, there are more people who can't do it. Some of them, like this boy, have family members who died in the aftermath of the battle between strong men. Some of them are clearly living a peaceful life, but the strong man next door is... Suddenly turned into monsters... Some people simply met people who were more ferocious than monsters. Those ferocious people killed them just to accumulate evil energy. Some people even died violently just because, The strong want to kill for fun.

They hate these wanton monsters so much, but as ordinary people, they can only hate them, and they can only hate them for the rest of their lives.

After all, they are just ordinary people. They don't have that kind of terrifying power. They can't do anything except hate.

But is there really nothing that can be done?

(End of this chapter)