[Chapter 35]: Killing, a glimpse

Death.

Everyone has to experience death, but the way of death is different.

Some die at the end of their lives, some die without regret, some laugh, and some die without closing their eyes.

For the man who really gallops on the battlefield, he really wants to die in the hands of his opponent. Even if he is killed by a knife, he still stands proudly in front of the crowd and performs a heroic spirit of a man.

Wu Xiyin felt that he had to die in the fight of the gang. He never felt that he could die. For him who was mixed in the world, he knew that he would pay back sooner or later. But the world didn't give him much time to understand this truth. It was not until he picked up the knife in his hand and cut hundreds of people that he really understood that he would be slashed to death one day. Later, as a father, he gradually understood this truth, but dozens of his men could not wash their hands on their own. They really couldn't wash their hands. This is also the reason why he doesn't let his wife and son come to QD, even if he is doing well in QD. He just sent part of his money to his wife and children to let them study hard.

He felt that he had no face to return to his hometown. Although he had never regretted it, he really felt a lot of guilt for his wife. He also hinted that his wife could remarry if she died one day, as long as her future husband was kind to her children.

When Tang Monk slowly walked into the bedroom, he had already appeared next to the two people. The two were still staged a fierce battle. The woman was basically soaked in sweat and seemed to work very hard. Money is really not easy to earn these days.

Tang Monk knows that even some women who are engaged in erotic work are not the kind of scene that really like this kind of excitement, but life is too cruel to them. Not to mention that the kind of brother who has no money in the family can't go to college. There is a seriously ill mother in the family, and their father is disabled. These are all nonsense. Deceptive.

There is always a separation of life and death in the world, and such tragic things are emerging one after another.

Tang Monk is really not the kind of master who is addicted to killing. After all, he understands that there is no need to kill the woman who makes money on Wu Xiyin today. He just wants to make more money, and there is no need to take his life.

Tang Monk hit the back of the woman's neck with the back of the dagger, which could make the woman sleep for at least a few hours.

Wu Xiyin, who was lying in **, didn't seem to feel the sense of tight rhythm, and the woman's body tilted and fell to the ground and made a "pumpy" sound, which made the man who had been living on the edge of life and death keenly open his eyes.

It's just that his movements are a little slow. Before he opened his eyes, his eyes have been covered by the other party. He instinctively pushed away a hand that covered his eyes with his own hands, but a blood channel was cut out with a sharp dagger on his neck, and the blood flowed. This was once in the South District of QD. The powerful figure even died without even seeing who killed him clearly. He really couldn't close his eyes.

Looking at **'s motionless corpse and the ** woman under the bed, Tang Monk took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

The finger wearing white gloves held the cigarette and put the dagger in the other hand back. Then take off the mask.

He took a chair and sat next to the dead Wu Xiyin. His voice was not funny or sad.

"Wu Xiyin. You are the first person I killed, and I'm not afraid that you will become a fierce ghost to ask for my life. I'm really not afraid of that thing. You didn't look at me when you died. Even when you go to hell, I really don't believe that you can know who killed you. Don't worry, the orphans and widows you left behind, I'm not interested in doing it. You are also a good old man. After most of your life, you know that there are some things to do and some things you shouldn't do. It's a blessing to understand plainness. Even if your son doesn't understand you now, he can understand you in the future. Just rest in peace." Tang Monk finished a cigarette and wrapped the cigarette butt with a mask. He really didn't want to leave any clues. After all, killing is really not a sight to see.

Seeing Wu Xiyin's tragic death, Tang Monk seemed to think a lot.

The sea breeze blew gently, and Tang Monk threw the mask and cigarette butt in his hand into the sea.

Looking at the distant sea motionlessly, his eyes were confused and helpless.

To be honest, he really doesn't want to do this kind of thing. Although he has a slight transformation, he still has a little grudge in his heart to kill some people he hardly know.

Although Wu Xiyin is not a good person, there is no doubt that he is a good husband and a good father, but there is nothing he can do. The world will not give you a chance to survive just because you are a good father.

Mixed, most of the results are fatal deaths.

Tang Monk also doesn't want to live in this identity, but there is nothing he can do. From the time he was born, he is doomed to have an unchangeable fate. For the sake of his family, he can only disguise his kindness and keep fighting with those who are his enemies.

Tang Monk felt that he was in a bad mood. He took out a cigarette in his pocket and smoked it again.

The mobile phone in his pocket rang. When he answered the phone, he knew that they had solved the matter perfectly. It seemed that they had not encountered any dangerous situation. A smile appeared at the corners of Tang Seng's mouth and felt that he was not as weak as a gentleman like Orange. Why did he feel a burst of self-reproach in his heart?

Is it just because Wu Xiyin, who died in his own hands, is a good father?

Monk Tang didn't think about it any more. He threw half of the cigarette on the ground, crushed it with his feet, took a deep breath, and walked to his nest with a tenacious step.

The lights are bright in the distance.

Sometimes accompanied by a flash-like close-up of the camera, sometimes accompanied by a lens-like switch, and sometimes accompanied by the director's call. Tang Monk is not in the mood to see which third-tier little star is playing a scene of attracting bees and butterflies by the sea. After all, he is not in a good mood at this time to stage a scene where he can chat with a beautiful lady and fart.

When Tang Seng turned around, he showed a melancholy expression. This expression really made Xie Siya, who had been praised by everyone, feel that her heart seemed to be stung by something, causing her to make the mistake of the fledgling little actor in the play. I kept looking at someone who already existed in my memory, and I didn't even hear the director's cry, which inevitably made everyone feel that Xie Siya is indeed a little different today.

There are a lot of comforts. In particular, her agent Dong Yu asked nervously, "Siya, what's wrong?"

She was in a trance. Xie Siya, who had been in her memory, finally came out of her meditative expression, and then shook her head and said it was okay.

In this state, it is really impossible to continue to shoot such a particularly important segment of emotional drama. In the end, the director can only helplessly announce that today's part is over and will continue tomorrow.

Xie Siya couldn't help but leave the place where the stars praised the moon. She fought alone and chose to find the person who distracted herself, but there was not even a shadow on the street.

Xie Siya couldn't help but smile bitterly and said sadly, "I really don't hope to stage a scene of meeting a stranger in a foreign country. It seems that I'm really overworked these days, and I actually have hallucinations. How could I meet you in this place? Four years. I haven't forgotten yet. You are really an enemy."

After seeing Xie Siya leave, Dong Yu has been following her. She can understand that although she, a little girl who has always been a sister, can show a dignified star spirit in front of outsiders, she really looks like a young little girl when she really appears in front of her.

"What's wrong? Siya." Dong Yu looked at Xie Siya, who was squatting on the roadside, and holding her in his arms.

"Sister, I think I may have hallucinations. For four years, I still look like a dream. I feel quite pitiful. How can I get rid of that feeling?" Xie Siya, who was in Dong Yu's arms, was really a little girl's sad expression.

"Have you seen him?" Dong Yu asked worriedly.

"Maybe."