The spear in his hand kept buzzing, as if he could no longer bear Zhang Tu's cowardice.

"Roar!"

The wild boar worked in vain again and again, feeling his life force flowing away from the wound. The strange spear seemed to contain strange power. It was like a gangrene attached to the bone, which was difficult to remove. It could not heal itself and at the same time it was constantly devouring its own life force.

A low roar of despair, like a declaration of war and unwillingness to accept his fate.

"Avoiding solves nothing, any more than what's in front of you."

"If you can't face your heart, how can you bear that heavy burden?"

"There is no foolproof method in the world. Everything is like walking on a tightrope. You can never predict what will happen in the next second."

"So, you need to be strong enough."

Bian Guanyue's unhurried voice came from afar. There was no trace of impatience or disappointment, but he was calmly analyzing the power of Zhang Tu.

But it was these neither salty nor bland words that Zhang Tu understood clearly. In this troubled world, behind these words was destined to be a bloody reality.

Did the wild boar really harm his relatives?

It seems not, but why kill them all?

Threat?

Zhang Tu understood Bian Guanyue's good intentions. He remembered that when he faced the mutated catfish in Yishui in the past, he had always been submissive and had a mentality of not seeking merit but seeking no fault. After all, he was not suitable for today's era.

Once again, he firmly grasped the demon-like spear in his hand.

For a moment, Zhang Tu felt that his world exploded into a vast expanse of white. Everything that came into view was white light floating down.

Like snow falling, like plum blossoms blooming, all over the mountains and fields, covering the sky and the earth.

In a trance, he seemed to see a bright figure, holding a dark spear in his hand, dancing alone between heaven and earth.

"Dang!"

With a crisp crash, the spear in Zhang Tu's hand hit the wild boar's tusks with great care. The spear bent, but there were cracks on the wild boar's tusks.

The earth-yellow eyes were filled with blood, and a man and a beast looked at each other.

The wild boar's eyes were full of despair and helplessness, and the humanized pupils made Zhang Tu's heart tremble. At the same time, his face was as cold as ever, without any emotion.

Xiangsi seemed to feel the acceptance and fighting spirit in Zhang Tu's heart, and became more psychic. Each move was more like the free play of Xiangsi's spear, rather than Zhang Tu's.

In a daze, Zhang Tu felt like he was back playing a game. Pressing specific buttons would release the corresponding skills, and he only needed to seize the opportunity.

The strange feeling of detachment made him feel more peaceful.

For a moment, he had an idea, which seemed to be a spear imprinted on his soul, and he wanted to use it.

The overwhelming flowers are blooming and the snow is falling, and every bit is a concentrated spear light, but this strong attachment, attachment to the world, attachment to a specific person, is invincible because of the reluctance to let go.

At this moment, Bian Guanyue seemed to be still immersed in the colorful pictures of a little red, a little green and a little yellow in the sky and earth, when a vast heavy snow fell from the sky, making this colorful world full of magical and changing colors.

"Long-term lovesickness means long-lasting memories, short-term lovesickness means endless love. The Tao is the first shot of love but ruthless, lovesickness."

"You are him or you are not him."