I Can’t Be a Sword God

　　 The moon is bright, the wind is light.

　　 Leaves cover the windows.

　　 In the small, dark room, there was the sound of water dripping.

　　 ticking, ticking.

　　 No, not water, but blood.

　　 Aqiang stared at his fist, gritted his teeth, and the grief and resentment in his heart could not stop surging.

　　 "Why? Why is this world so unfair?" He raised his head and asked.

　　 He once had a childhood sweetheart.

　　'S name is A Zhen.

　　 Two people have grown up together since they were young. For more than ten years, they only see each other in their eyes.

　　 He has long regarded A Zhen as his wife, and A Zhen has long regarded him as his husband.

　　 I thought that after he had saved enough a dowry, all this would happen logically.

　　 But a few days ago, he heard that A Zhen was going to marry a big family in the county.

　　 He couldn't believe it, so he ran to A Zhen's house and asked.

　　 Azhen's parents did not let him in.

　　 They said you don't come to Azhen again.

　　 Why?

　　 He said that no one has a deeper feeling for A Zhen than him.

　　He didn't lie, he has always believed that no one in this world loves Azhen more than him.

　　 A Zhen's parents sneered.

　　 No matter how thick, can it be thicker than other people's beauties?

　　 Today is the day A Zhen got married.

　　 Aqiang rushed over like crazy and stopped the sedan chair.

　　 He finally met A Zhen.

　　 He just wanted to ask if A Zhen didn't want to marry that old man either.

　　 As long as she says yes.

　　 He took her away and flew high, never caring about the other things.

　　 But Azhen said.

　　 You don't come to me anymore, I'm afraid I will misunderstand me.

　　 So she volunteered?

　　 Is the friendship of so many years ago fake?

　　 He was beaten to death by a subordinate of a large family, and was thrown into the stinking ditch. It was not until midnight that he stumbled and crawled home.

　　 But the physical pain is not as good as the heartache in case.

　　 My heart is like being cut off by someone, and it can't be filled back anyway.

　　 He feels like a fool. He has been fooled by this thief for more than ten years.

　　 "Why! Why do you do this to me!" He tore his clothes in pain.

　　 At this moment, a dark voice suddenly came to my ear.

　　 "Hey, because you are too weak."

"Who?"

　　 A Qiang's eyes widened sharply, the room was empty, and there was no second figure at all.

Who is speaking? Is it an illusion?

"Because you are too weak and small, you are destined to be trampled underfoot! You hate them, you hate the big dog, he is not respectful of the old, and he will marry a young and beautiful concubine at his age. You hate that stinky woman, She doesn’t care about her old feelings, and she doesn’t have the slightest pity when she sees you being beaten to death. You hate her parents, they dismiss you, but they only treat the big family. Haha, you hate too many people. But, you only If you can hate, you can't do anything."

　　 The voice is still in my ears, very clear, absolutely not fake.

　　 Aqiang's heart was beating, and he asked in a flustered manner: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Is it a person or a ghost, is it important?" The voice was erratic, but it seemed to be full of endless temptations: "The important thing is that I have a powerful force that can make all these people you resentful give their blood. Price!"

　　 "Power...you, what are you talking about?" Aqiang leaned against the wall, shivering.

"You have been destined to be an ant in your life. Even if someone stepped into the mud, you can't struggle. You can only die with this resentment. And I have a power that can make you stronger and make them stronger in the next life. Regret provokes you and can make this unfair world tremble for you. Do you want it?"

　　 Aqiang's eyes widened, and after a long breath, he trembled: "I want to..."

　　 "That..."

　　 "Are you afraid of death?"

　　 The voice became more and more attractive, and A Qiang's eyes gradually lit up with a strange look, and he fell into a strange emotion.

　　 He is like a traveler who has been hungry and thirsty for more than ten days in the desert. Suddenly he saw a good wine and barbecue in front of him, bursting out a strong uncontrollable desire from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm not afraid."

　　 "Then you only need a simple transaction."

"How to trade?"

　　 "You turn around."

　　 Aqiang was a little strange when he heard these words, he clearly leaned his back against the wall.

　　 But he still looked back obediently.

　　 This look made his hair horrified.

　　 It turned out that there was a face on the wall behind me!

　　Clear facial features, smart eyes, a vivid face!

　　 "Hey, did you fear just now? Remember this fear, thinking that in the future you will bring them a hundred times more fear, are you eager?"

　　 That face gradually floated and raised, and then led out the body below. Soon, a strange figure in a blue faint robe appeared in front of A Qiang.

　　 "Who are you?" A Qiang asked tremblingly.

　　 In fact, he has guessed that the other party is not a human being. Perhaps it is more appropriate to ask you what kind of ghost.

　　 "I am the messenger from the ghost country, and at the same time, I am also here to help you, my friend."

　　 The ghost continued to speak with a soft voice full of seduction, while taking out something from his arms and handing it to Qiang.

　　 He opened his hand and saw a small dirty copper coin in his hand with sharp nails.

　　 "Take it away, and you can have terrifying power. But you have to sell your life to me. In this unfair world, this is a rare fair deal. Do you... agree?"

　　 Aqiang was scared and wanted to turn around and ran away.

　　 But there was another voice in his heart telling him to take the copper coin and go to avenge them.

　　 It’s no big deal to die.

　　 is to drag those people to die together!

"I……"

　　 Just when his heart was beating violently.

　　 A clear voice suddenly came from outside the window: "I don't agree."

"Ok?"

　　 The ghost frowned and looked out the window, a chill suddenly appeared all over his body, which made Ah Qiang tremble.

　　 When he turned his head, he saw a handsome little Taoist priest standing outside the window, wearing a brand-new cyan Taoist robe, a bamboo hairpin casually pinning his hair in a bun, with an indescribable manner.

　　 Ah Qiang’s first thought turned out to be... If I look like this, maybe Ah Zhen won’t leave, right?

　　 But he quickly overthrew this idea.

　　 If I look like this, I still want her?

　　 While he was thinking about it, the little Taoist said to him: "Excuse me, the door didn't open, so I stepped in through the wall."

　　 "Ah...oh." A Qiang nodded in a daze.

　　 The blue-robed ghost squinted his eyes: "Where did the little Taoist priest come from? I really don't know how to live or die."

　　 It was about to raise its hand, but the little Taoist's life suddenly flashed in his mind.

　　 Wait, Taoist?

　　 This Taoist... could it be... that Taoist?

　　 It took a close look at Li Chu and the iron sword behind him.

　　 Seems mediocre?

　　 But out of caution, it still asked: "Little Taoist priest, have you ever been to the Ghost Tower of the Liu Family?"

　　 "I have been there several times, why are you related to the ghosts inside?" Li Chu asked back.

　　 If this ghost wants to chat with him, he doesn't mind chatting with each other, it would be better if he could figure out its origin and its purpose of concocting resentful spirits.

　　 But his wish fell through.

　　 When he finished saying "I have been there several times", the face of the ghost on the opposite side changed drastically! Like an animal that suddenly exploded its fur, the ghost trembled, then turned and ran!

　　 The speed is so fast, it almost flies into a blue light!

　　 In order not to let it go, Li Chu can only draw his sword quickly and cut it out with one sword!

　　 The blue-robed ghost had already raised the strength for several lifetimes to escape in an instant, but after feeling the terrifying sword pressure behind it, it was still aware of the coming of death.

　　 It only had time to send a message to the distance with all its strength.

　　 "I hit a Taoist priest! Ah--"