The Ultimate Sword Master

A faint chilly wind suddenly rose.

Silently, a group of twisted figures with hideous faces and black blood flowing from their seven orifices gathered. They were the more than 2,000 residual souls in the Duke's Mansion that had been sealed by Luo Wannian and had been suffering endless pain.

At this moment.

He was naturally unable to deal with them.

As soon as the residual soul appeared.

They kept approaching him, carrying boundless resentment and hatred, causing the hut to gusts of chilly wind, blowing the spiritual light and countless fireflies violently trembling, as if they would dissipate at any time.

Among the residual souls.

Another one was the most eye-catching, wearing a bright red robe and a good figure... But at this time, her hair was disheveled, her appearance was terrifying, and her face was covered with blood, like a ghost.

Compared with the other residual souls.

Her resentment was also the heaviest.

It was the former Duke's wife!

I don't know how many years it has been!

She was imprisoned in this small house by Luo Wannian, and had to endure the pain of beheading every month, every day, and every moment. The resentment and hatred in her heart could overturn everything!

And now!

She finally waited for an opportunity! Waited for a chance to take revenge!

"Hehe... Hehe."

Seeing Yinghuo and Lingguang, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she smiled gracefully, just like when she was in the Duke's Mansion, but... in the grace and pride, there was a huge resentment and anger!

"Good will be rewarded with good!"

"Evil will be punished with evil!"

Her face was almost distorted, "I finally waited for today!"

Huh!

A cold wind suddenly blew, and a trace of cruelty and resentment flashed in her eyes. A white ghost claw stretched out and grabbed Yinghuo and Lingguang not far away!

Lingguang trembled.

Even though he had died long ago, his instinctive fear of the Duke's Mansion and the Duke's wife still existed. In the raging and dazzling wind, he was like a small flower in the cold wind, about to wither.

"Are you scared?"

Looking at the fireflies and the spiritual light, the Duke's wife's voice was filled with a hint of pleasure and trembling: "Your father harmed me and my son... harmed more than 2,000 lives in the mansion! And tortured us for so many years! Now, it's him, it's you... time to pay back this debt!"

Huh!

Huh!

...

Her words immediately resonated with the rest of the remaining souls, and they all rushed over with their fangs and claws bared!

"Killing my father and brother! Heaven will not tolerate this!"

"What grudge do I have against you!"

"I just called you a bastard a few times, and you want to kill us!"

"The Duke's Mansion has raised you for more than 20 years, but you repay kindness with hatred. You are a bastard, an ungrateful wolf that can never be tamed!"

"..."

The remaining souls whistled in, and the wind was strong, like a black cloud, blowing the furnishings in the house to pieces, and even the house itself was shaky and about to collapse.

"Get out of the way!"

"Let me do it!!"

The Duke's wife stopped the remaining souls, took the lead, and reached out with her ghost claws, passing through the fireflies, and caught the spiritual light in her hand!

The spiritual light trembled violently.

It seemed to be annihilated at any time.

The fireflies rushed up frantically, but were easily dispersed by her, and could not get close at all!

"Bastard!!"

Looking at the fireflies, the Duke's wife spoke seriously, with a hint of relief.

"Remember?"

"What I told you?"

She said word by word: "You, your father and daughter, your whole family... For eternity, whether alive or dead, don't think of escaping from my palm..."

As she was speaking.

A ray of peaceful and harmonious Buddha light suddenly spread from the fireflies, taking away the spiritual light in the hands of the Duke's wife and the remaining fireflies, and then turned into a golden bridge of salvation, stretching to the endless distance.

The Duke's wife: "?"

Before she could speak.

The golden bridge trembled slightly, and a figure in a coarse cloth robe appeared on the golden bridge. Although the face could not be seen clearly, it seemed... without hair.

"Where did this thief come from!"

The Duke's wife was filled with resentment, and asked sternly: "How dare you ruin my good deeds!"

"Amitabha."

The monk's shadow sighed slightly, chanted the Buddha's name, and said softly: "This female donor, you are too vicious, too much karma, too much resentment... Why don't you turn back early and let this poor monk save you once, so that you can ascend to paradise early?"

I will climb you to death! !

If it weren't for her status, the Duke's wife almost cursed. The hatred for Luo Wannian had been deeply buried in her bones. In addition, she had been tortured by him for so many years. How could a paradise offset it?

"Today's result, tomorrow's cause."

The monk's shadow sighed: "All the donors have the current end, all of which are self-inflicted. If you had shown a little kindness to the donor Luo, you would never have fallen to the situation today."

While speaking,

He slowly turned around, looked at the distance of the golden bridge, and said softly: "Why do you have to kill them all? Why not give them a chance to live?"

The distance of the golden bridge.

In the lingering spiritual light, it turned into the figure of a little girl with pigtails, and in the flickering fireflies, it also turned into a middle-aged scholar with gray hair.

It was Luo Wannian and his daughter.

After being at a loss, the father and daughter seemed to have a feeling, and looked back together, only to see the monk's phantom with his hands clasped together, standing at the other end of the golden bridge, without saying a word, as if to say goodbye.

"So, that's it."

Luo Wannian sighed suddenly, and finally understood that Jueyuan had been pestering him and wanted to save him.

Jueyuan already knew his fate.

Just like Gu Han treated Ajian, he used his own life as a price to find a glimmer of hope for the father and daughter, a future, a... not perfect perfection.

"Dad."

The little girl said in a daze: "Who is he?"

"My benefactor."

Luo Wannian bowed solemnly to Jueyuan, and the hatred that he had been unable to let go of in his heart completely dissipated at this moment.

Jueyuan used his own life to tell him.

There are good people in the world, and there are still people in this world who are willing to show kindness to him. This world is not as bad as he once thought.

"Dad!"

At this time, the little girl suddenly pointed to the front of the golden bridge and cheered: "Look! There are so many fireflies!"

Luo Wannian turned around.

At the end of the golden bridge, the sky was full of starlight, like endless fireflies, shining like clouds after rain, and shining like rainbows in the clear sky. In the starlight, there seemed to be a door of guidance, waiting for the father and daughter.

If there is an afterlife.

I will repay this favor again.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, the big hand held the small hand, and the two figures, one big and one small, slowly disappeared into the endless starlight.

Boom!

Boom boom boom!

The moment the two disappeared, the roar of the long river of time gradually became weaker, and the white light in the sky also slowly faded away.

But...

The hut left by Luo Wannian, and the space where the hut was located, became extremely unstable, and was annihilated and shattered inch by inch!