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"When the spring wind blew across the fields and the earth was full of green branches, the smile on your face became even more brilliant. Barefooted, you walked into the distance, towards the direction of the rising sun. The men of the field laughed and asked, "Where are you going, you said, toward the cleanest world in your heart?" Green wind, dark blue water, heaven stage white clouds, I will never regret it. You used your life to step into every land, in exchange for our eternal peace … "

Xing Gan's wooden flute began to flutter, carrying with it a hint of warmth and a hint of nostalgia. When the innocent villagers heard this, their expressions became tranquil, and they all simultaneously stopped what they were doing. With a pious smile, they gently closed their eyes, as if they were enjoying a baptism.

Bi Huan also heard the flute music. A hint of melancholy appeared in her eyes, as if she was thinking of her dead brother and her life as a hunter. She actually sighed lightly and slowly closed her eyes, immersing herself in the beautiful music with a hint of sadness.

The villagers had long since set up a bonfire. They surrounded the bonfire, roasting the melon and corn, drinking the rice wine and tea, talking and laughing as if they were holding precious delicacies in their hands, as if they were nectar and jade dew. Some of them even sang and danced near the bonfire.

At this moment, Xing Gan and Bi Huan were also sitting by the fire. Neither of them said a word as they watched the scene unfold. Xing Qian had always been smiling, but Bi Huan had always been like a log in the beginning.

After rejecting her request, he finally agreed to it. Although he didn't know how to dance, the dance in the village was simple and hot. It was ordinary and full of passion, like the bonfire in the middle that crackled and burned, but the light and warmth it emitted affected everything in the surroundings.

Bi Huan was drunk on the scene and had forgotten all about it. Perhaps it was on purpose, because once tonight passed, it would be time for the poison to break out. At that time, he would undoubtedly die. To be able to enjoy his life before dying may have been an extravagant dream on his part, but I knew that he wouldn't die because there was still Xing Qian, who was watching over them with a smile on his face.

Bi Huan was a bit drunk. She was really drunk. She leaned against the wooden block and continued to drink the coarse rice wine in her mouth. Although she wasn't drunk, she was drunk herself. The villagers had already dispersed. It was already morning, and they were still working in the morning. Bi Huan and Xing Gan were the only ones left silently watching the bonfire.

"Do you like it here?"

Bi Huan drank a mouthful of wine. With a trace of haziness in her eyes, she slowly nodded her head.

"Actually, they weren't like this before."

"What were they like before?"

"In the past, they loved to kill and to fight. Perhaps it might not have come from their own hearts, but they all chose this path at the same time."

"You changed them?"

"Something like that." Xing Qian smiled. "It doesn't matter. I just woke them up with a hidden peace in their hearts. They like this kind of peace. They like living a free and unfettered life."

"Yeah." Bi Huan propped herself up from the ground and sat unsteadily not far away from Xing Gan. "If I hadn't been so ambitious before, perhaps I would be sitting here with my brothers, enjoying the peace of life."

"The ones who die can no longer be changed, but the hope, will always be there."

"Is that so?" Bi Huan laughed self-deprecatingly. Her eyes suddenly became serious as she stared at Xing Qian. "Then why did you erase my hope?" she asked. Why kill so many innocent people? "

When he explored the poison in Bi Huan's body, he could only use demonic energy, and the thousands of threads formed by his fingers were exactly the same demonic arts that the puppet had used in Gold Level City all those years ago. Bi Huan had never forgotten them, so it was within reason that he had recognized them, but why had Bi Huan delayed until now to reveal that his hatred had filled his entire body and mind?

I wanted to die, but I wasn't willing to do so. I wanted to repay my sins, I wanted to make up for my mistakes, and even if I knew that I would never be able to erase this stain in my life, I would still be a hero among my people.

Xing Gan's voice trembled, full of self-blame and pain, but his expression was firm, full of responsibility.

"Mission? "Hehe, it's just an excuse." Bi Huan's tone was surprisingly calm. He took another big gulp of wine and sighed, "Who the hell are you? Who was that person in Jinping City? Then what about the eyeball? "

"I … I am a member of the Tree Spirit Race of the Southern Kingdom. My name is Xing Gan. The person in Jinping City can be said to be a puppet, or it can be said to be a rattan demon. The rattan demon race lives in our tribe, and every member of the tree spirit will have a rattan demon living on their body that will slowly grow along with the tree spirit. We can control it to help us do things, and they will also be able to draw the necessary nutrients and cultivation resources from us. In Jinping City, the rattan monster was living on top of me. I was still thinking about using it to bind that Evil Eye of Enmity, but I didn't expect that it would overestimate my strength. That Eye of Evil is the eye of our Clan Chief, and he used the resentment from our second and third battles with the Immortals and Demons to combine it with the eyes of the tribe member of the Tree Spirit Tribe. It can be said to be the most evil thing in the world. "

"Then what about yourself, why didn't you fight? The rattan monsters living on you are already this powerful, I believe your cultivation is no weaker than an immortal. "

Xing Qian shook his head. "Of the entire race of Tree Spirits, only I and the patriarch are able to use rattan demons to control the Evil Eye. Since the tribe leader can't leave, I'm the only one who can control it." Xing Gan shook his head. According to what I told you before, Bai Yiyi was the daughter of the Clan Chief who died in the Second Immortal Demon War. In my eyes, she is a hero, but in the eyes of the Demon Tribes, she is a traitor.

I know!" At this moment, a trace of a smile appeared on Bi Huan's face. "I've heard about her story before. Back then, even the Immortal Emperor shed a tear for her. Amongst our human race, she was also a hero.

A bitter smile appeared on Xing Gan's face. He looked up at the pitch black night sky and slowly asked, "What about you? Why didn't you rush up to take revenge on me?"

Bi Huan self-deprecatingly said, "Avenge? Me? Look at me, at this moment, I look like a cripple. "Very soon, I will die in pain. Since I cannot kill you, I will die by your hands. Send me to meet my dead brother."

"Also," Bi Huan put away his smile and continued to speak, "My entire life has been spent under orders, and I don't have any thoughts of my own. Even if I do, I can only hide it, but before I die, I want to follow my own decision, and I feel that you, aren't the kind of villain who committed great sins. You have your own difficulties, and I can feel the sadness in your heart from the flute music.

"It does feel terrible, more painful than death. However, I can only endure it in silence."

"Hahahaha, who would've thought that the person who always shouted that he would take revenge for his brother would now be chatting happily with his enemy and drinking wine to burn like a friend."

"Friend, if it weren't for Jin Ping City's misfortune, we might not have met each other, but right now, even though we know each other, it's impossible for us to be friends. You and I know each other, it can be considered fate, and it's also a joke. How about this, I'll play the last song for you."

Xing Qian took out his wooden flute and began to slowly play it again. Flames danced in the air as if they were made by the flute. Bi Huan slowly closed her eyes as well. She tapped her thigh with her right index finger and began to hum along with the flute.

That night was extremely peaceful. Besides the crackling of the bonfire, the clear sound of the flute could be heard very far away, but it did not disturb the sleeping villagers.

Suddenly, the flute music stopped and Bi Huan abruptly opened his eyes. He opened his mouth and spat out a stream of red mist. His skin and flesh rapidly shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bi Huan was in tremendous pain. Her hands, which were like dried branches, tore at her hair and flesh, and her legs, which were kicked wildly. Traces of blood seeped out of her eyes and nose, and her expression was extremely ferocious as she said with difficulty, in a hoarse voice, "Quickly, kill me!"

Xing Qian ignored him and continued playing. The poison from a hundred-year old skeleton would last for one day and one night. Only then would Bi Huan die. However, the pain in his heart was unimaginable.

After the time it took half an incense stick to burn, Xing Gan finally finished blowing. He slowly stopped and looked at Bi Huan beside him. Bi Huan's face was haggard and haggard. His eyes were bloodshot and deeply sunken. Dark blood was frozen on his face, making him look extremely terrifying. His body had lost a lot of weight, as if he would fall apart at any moment.

"Quickly kill me!"

"This wooden flute is for you. I hope you can remember that song of peace," he said in a low voice. "I can't ask for anything from you, since I don't have the qualifications, but I hope that you can reduce the number of massacres and protect me in the future. This world can no longer withstand the fire of war, and since it's just a dream, let me take one last look at this world."

After he finished speaking, Xing Qian placed the wooden flute to the side, extended his right hand, and pointed at Bi Huan's dantian. His fingers slowly extended like the roots of a tree and entered Bi Huan's navel.

The red color gradually spread to Xing Gan's dantian, but he showed no signs of stopping. Bi Huan's pain had lessened greatly, and she was only lying on the ground panting heavily. She couldn't move at all. She could only look at Xing Gan with worry, unable to even speak.

His entire right arm had turned completely pink, and as it gradually spread throughout his body, Xing Qian's expression became more and more painful. His body began to slowly turn into wood, inch by inch, from the fingertips of his right arm to the rest of his body. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, his entire body had become half wooden, but he still didn't stop, and all of the mist was sucked into his body until the very last wisp of it …

At this moment, Xing Gan was no longer a human form. He calmly looked at Bi Huan, who lay motionless on the ground, and said with difficulty, "This is my seed, and I should bear the consequences. I only wish that, with my own death, I could redeem …" "Sin …"

With each step he took, Xing Gan walked to the small hill at the village entrance. He looked at the distant sun that had yet to rise and murmured, "Dawn will come …"

Closing his eyes slowly, Xing Gan endured all of Bi Huan's pain with a smile on his face. His entire body had turned into a block of wood, forever silent. Only two words appeared on his body, "Peace."

Peace Village. From then on, the people of Shaxi Village respectfully renamed the village Peace Village, while Bi Huan, using his spirit energy to recover some of his strength the next morning, knelt in front of Xing Gan's dried up wood. Although it was a little awkward, he played the entire peace song without the slightest interruption …