Ren Chang walked alone on the street.

Although Ren Chang was a deacon, ever since he went astray, after years of sharpening, he had long despaired of Martial Arts.

So he never started a family.

He always lived alone.

He finally got off duty, bought some groceries, two jars of wine, and leisurely carried them home by himself.

A very small yard, two rooms.

The surroundings were quite rundown, considered a place for commoners to live.

The courtyard door of the house next door opened, and a woman in her forties, still graceful, walked out, smiling: "Off duty?"

"Off duty." Ren Chang smiled.

This woman was called Kong Xiang; she was Ren Chang's childhood friend. They both had feelings for each other, but later Ren Chang's Martial Arts were ruined, his Dantian and lower body heavily injured, and he didn't want to delay Kong Xiang, so he ruthlessly cut off contact.

Kong Xiang married someone else, but later her husband died, so she moved back to her hometown, living right next door to Ren Chang, often taking care of his life.

This kind of life went on for more than twenty years.

At this moment, seeing Ren Chang come back with groceries, she walked over with a smile, skillfully took them, went to Ren Chang's room, lit a fire, and heated the dishes.

She sliced the meat into pieces, very evenly.

Prepared plate by plate, she softly said: "Drink less wine."

"I know, I know."

Ren Chang dared not look into her eyes, had to impatiently reply repeatedly.

"Alas..."

The woman lowered her eyes, also lowering the faint disappointment in her eyes, sighed: "Then I'll go back, you sleep early, you still have to go on duty tomorrow."

"I know, I know."

The woman left.

Ren Chang hung his head in silence for a moment, his gray messy hair made him feel a bit sad.

He knew Kong Xiang's thoughts, and he knew his own.

But he didn't dare to say anything, much less do anything.

He was already a ruined man, so why think so much?

Looking at the room that had been cleaned at some point, Ren Chang was reluctant to disturb this tidiness.

He lit the oil lamp in the room but moved the table outside.

He put the wine and dishes on the table, washed his hands, opened a jar of wine, greedily sniffed it, and sighed contentedly.

He sat quietly, right in the yard, under the moonlight, drinking by himself.

Moonlight.

Barren trees.

Cold wind.

Gray hair.

He drank cup by cup of wine and ate the food slowly without expression, not even knowing what he was thinking about.

This is how he spent all these years.

On duty, he was diligent and dutiful; off duty, he was idle, just drinking, sleeping after drinking, and going on duty again the next day. Occasionally on leave, he would just sleep in his room.

Finished a jar of wine.

Ren Chang sighed slightly, feeling tipsy. Looking at the moonlight, he murmured: "Another day has passed."

Popped open the second jar, just about to pour it into a bowl, when his actions suddenly froze.

His ears moved.

There seemed to be another sound in the wind?

And it wasn't far from here?

It was a muted sob, with some hissing sounds, very slight, probably within a few yards of several courtyards around.

Otherwise, it couldn't be so clear.

As a Martial Artist engaged in life-and-death struggles for many years, they could clearly distinguish any subtle sound.

For example, an ordinary person hearing this sound might not react.

But as an old steward for decades, Ren Chang immediately recognized it.

This was the last whimper after someone was killed, and that slight hissing sound was the sound of blood spraying from the body, and this sound could only be from the throat area.

Ren Chang frowned, mumbling: "I've already gone off duty."

So he went to pour the wine.

But his eyes struggled, finally sighed, and still filled a bowl of wine, immediately raised it and drank it all in one gulp.

"Damn this damned sense of responsibility..."

Then crouched and scurried out.

When passing by Kong Xiang's yard, he even smiled slightly. He felt a warm sourness in his heart.

Then he swept past.

It was an abandoned yard, Ren Chang walked in very cautiously, increasingly feeling the sinister atmosphere, his heart pounding like a drum.

It seemed like a demon was watching him from the dark.

Danger!

This was the intuition of a veteran Jianghu.

He wanted to turn back.

"Bad omen, opened the wine but didn't finish it, could it be that God doesn't want me to finish this jar of wine?"

But, who died?

The smell of blood grew stronger.

"But damn it, I'm a deacon... alas, this damned profession..."

He sighed in his heart, moving stealthily, clinging to the window.

Looking in, he saw a young man in white, with a mouthful of blood, looking up, the young man in white holding a woman's corpse, her throat sliced open. The woman was not completely dead, her body still twitching...

Obviously, this young man was drinking blood.

Seeing Ren Chang, the young man in white was not nervous at all, grinned, and said: "Care for a sip?"

A rocket arrow Ren Chang had prepared earlier shot up into the sky with a swoosh!

Bang!

With bloodshot eyes, he rushed in: "Demon!"

At this moment, he thought of nothing.

...

At night.

Fang Che went to the sub branch to lie in wait.

But until late at night, no one showed up.

Thirty-six shops... such confidentiality?

Fang Che was frustrated.

Just then, he suddenly heard an explosion, the rocket detonating in the sky.

Something happened! Not far!

Fang Che leapt up.

His body instantly rushed out.

In the moonlit dark night, Fang Che's body was speeding through the dark alleys, his bones cracking and snapping, changing from Starlight back to his original self.

The sound of battle was not far from here.

Fang Che's heart trembled slightly.

Already reaching a collapsed ruin, should be here.

Divine Sense covered the area, he charged in without hesitation.

Then he saw Ren Chang.

In the collapsed ruins, Ren Chang lay on the ground, his gray hair chaotic in the wind. Still breathing, his chest had completely caved in, and his internal organs were already pulverized.

His sword was at his side, broken into two pieces.

But he held on desperately, relying on the Essence Qi of years of cultivation to support himself.

He was extremely clear-headed, striving to control his breathing rate, avoiding heavy dying breaths that would make the blood flow faster and lead to a quick death.

But only he knew the intelligence; he couldn't die.

Had to wait for someone to come.

He lay quietly, breathing lightly, eyes watching the sky.

Very indifferent.

Fang Che rushed over, immediately placing his hand on Ren Chang's chest, Spiritual Energy instantly separating the wound; using Spiritual Energy to isolate and envelop the body from the neck down.

He was a veteran Jianghu, one look told him Ren Chang was doomed.

Not even an Immortal Pill could save him.

But his method could reduce Ren Chang's pain by eighty percent and use Spiritual Power to stimulate, allowing Ren Chang to say a few more words.

Seeing Fang Che, a light burst in Ren Chang's eyes, breathing heavily, intermittently said: "Blood Demon... skill, sucks human blood... in my fingernail... I got a piece of his flesh..."

Knowing he was no match, rushing in meant death.

So he rushed in with almost no fight, using his life's strength to scratch a piece of flesh off the opponent's arm with his nail.

As an over thirty-year-old steward, he knew this was enough.

Because he could do nothing more.

"Understood!"

Fang Che quickly said; "Do you have anything else to say?"

Ren Chang breathed with difficulty, showing a slight smile: "Did... today... pass?"

Fang Che nodded heavily: "It passed. Don't worry, today is over!"

Ren Chang's eyes showed complete relaxation, overflowing with a kind of joy: "...Great. Still... somewhat meaningful..."

His eyes smiled, carrying a bit of hope.

Seemed to be waiting for something.

The commotion here was great, many neighbors were awakened but dared not come out. A type of panic spread in the air.

But there was a woman who rushed over frantically.

"Ren Chang!"

The woman called.

A trace of guilt flashed in Ren Chang's eyes, watching the woman rush before him: "Ren Chang!"

The woman cried sorrowfully.

Ren Chang's eyes, which had been faintly waiting, suddenly brightened, chuckled, let down all ordinary satisfaction with a smile, blood bubbling and foaming out, struggling to say: "I... in my next life... I'll marry you!"

Suddenly his eyes lost their luster.

He finally saw the person he most wanted to see and had been waiting for.

He died.

The woman's body suddenly stiffened, her eyes seemed to lose color too.

Fang Che gently took Ren Chang's hand, saw in his fingernail, a small piece of vivid flesh.

"Little Jiao!"

Fang Che's voice was icy.

Golden Horned Flood Dragon already charged out.

The battle had just ended, the aftermath yet to settle, the air still reverberating, humans might not sense, but Golden Horned Flood Dragon could fully track.

The sound of clothes in the air, people from the Guardian Hall arrived.

The voices distant came: "Anyone from the Guardian Hall?"

"Over here!"

Fang Che raised his voice, clarifying his position.

In the night sky, several figures soared like the wind.

Someone already took over here.

Fang Che stood up suddenly, just about to fly and follow Golden Horned Flood Dragon, but heard a pop.

Shocked, he turned to look, only to see the woman holding Ren Chang's broken knife, plunging it with all her strength into her own heart.

Then her body fell onto Ren Chang's.

"...In the next life, I'm afraid of being late and missing again..."

Her beautiful face showed a hint of blissful unease.

She waited half her life, finally hearing this sentence, though it was for the next life...

So, she feared being late.

In the cold wind at the ruins, the woman's body quietly lay on Ren Chang's, both faces with faint smiles.

Ren Chang's gray hair and the woman's black hair were simultaneously lifted by the cold wind.

Flying, entangling.

Fang Che felt completely chilled, sensing his blood freeze.

His face, suddenly stiffening as well.

Suddenly thinking of Ren Chang's warning this afternoon.

"Seize the moment."

Fang Che sighed ruefully, stretched out his hand to reveal two ice flowers intricately entwined in his palm.

Gently placing them on the two bodies.

The petals were crystal clear, exquisitely flawless.

The two nestled together, smiles serene.

"These four words, I give to you. May you, in the next life, seize the moment."

Then Fang Che's body swept away like a hurricane.

His body passed by, the crazy speed cleaving the air with a frantic howl.

Killing intent pervading madly.

"Today isn't over yet, wait, I'll bring the murderer back, and your today will be truly over. Ren Chang."

"Wait, I'll have him, see you off!"

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