RPAGF Chapter 415: The fire was dim, people were in panic, and Ma Xianhong was furious!
Chapter 415: The fire was dim, people were in panic, and Ma Xianhong was furious!
Zhuge Qing's voice contained a hint of pleading.
"Look back?"
Ma Xianhong sneered, his eyes full of mockery.
"Zhuge Qing, you are too naive!"
"Do you think I still have a chance to turn back?"
"I have embarked on a road of no return. I can only keep going until I reach the end!"
Ma Xianhong's voice was resolute and firm.
"Old horse..."
Zhuge Qing wanted to say something but was interrupted by Ma Xianhong.
"Zhuge Qing, you don't have to persuade me anymore."
Ma Xianhong's voice was cold and distant.
"We are not on the same path. We have different ideas and pursuits."
"You take your Yangguan Road, and I'll cross my single-plank bridge."
"From now on, we will go our separate ways and have nothing to do with each other!"
After Ma Xianhong finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.
"Old horse!"
Zhuge Qing called him again.
"Do you really... want to do this?"
Zhuge Qing's voice was filled with disappointment and helplessness.
Ma Xianhong stopped, turned his back to Zhuge Qing, and was silent for a moment.
"Zhuge Qing, this is my choice."
Ma Xianhong's voice was calm and indifferent.
"I won't regret it."
After saying that, Ma Xianhong left without looking back.
Zhuge Qing stood there, watching Ma Xianhong's gradually receding back, feeling mixed emotions.
He knew that he and Ma Xianhong had completely broken off.
From now on, they will stand on opposite sides and become enemies.
The night wind blew, and the leaves rustled, as if sighing for the passing of this friendship.
Zhuge Qing slowly closed his eyes, and two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.
"Why... did it turn out like this..."
He muttered, his voice full of pain and confusion.
He couldn't understand why his friends who once shared the same ideals with him had ended up like this.
He couldn't understand why Ma Xianhong had become so stubborn and so cold-blooded.
"Is it really... am I wrong?"
Zhuge Qing began to doubt himself.
He wondered if he was too naive and idealistic.
He wondered if he really didn't understand the world and the complexity of human nature.
"No, I'm not wrong!"
Suddenly, Zhuge Qing opened his eyes abruptly, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.
"Violence and lies will only bring more pain and disaster!"
"I can't give up. I can't let Ma Xianhong continue to make mistakes!"
Zhuge Qing took a deep breath, wiped away his tears, and cheered himself up again.
He knew that he still had a lot to do.
He wanted to stop Ma Xianhong and prevent him from continuing to cause more killing and destruction.
He wants to use his actions to prove that his ideas are correct.
"Ma Xianhong, wait for me!"
Zhuge Qing said secretly in his heart.
"I will make you understand that everything you did was wrong!"
"I will definitely get you back on track!"
……
In front of the self-cultivation furnace,
Under the dim light, the self-cultivation stove stood quietly.
The intricate patterns on the stove looked particularly strange in the flickering light.
Ma Xianhong stood in front of the self-cultivation furnace, his back straight, but revealing an indescribable loneliness.
He slowly raised his hand and gently stroked the stove, feeling a cold touch on his fingertips.
"Old buddy, it looks like we're going to be busy again."
Ma Xianhong's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was talking to the self-cultivation furnace, or as if he was talking to himself.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the solemn atmosphere.
"Village chief!" A Biyou village believer dressed in black walked in hurriedly.
"Why are you so flustered?" Ma Xianhong turned around slowly, frowning slightly.
"Village chief, something happened!" The black-clad cultist's voice trembled.
"Zhao Guizhen...Zhao Guizhen..."
"What happened to Zhao Guizhen?" Ma Xianhong's eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Zhao Guizhen...he's dead!"
The voices of the black-clad believers became lower and lower.
"What?!" Ma Xianhong's face changed drastically, "What did you say?!"
"Zhao Guizhen... was killed!" the black-clad cultist repeated.
"Who killed him?" Ma Xianhong's voice was as cold as a knife.
"It's... it's a temporary worker from Nadutong, Su Chen!"
"Su Chen..." Ma Xianhong's eyes flashed with a complex emotion. "It's him again..."
"And..." The black-robed cultist hesitated for a moment and continued,
"Fu Rong...Fu Rong she..."
"What happened to Fu Rong?" Ma Xianhong asked.
"Fu Rong... was taken away by Su Chen!"
"What?!" Ma Xianhong's expression became even uglier. "You said Fu Rong was also taken away?!"
"Yes, it is."
The black-clad cultists lowered their heads, not daring to look Ma Xianhong in the eyes.
"Trash! A bunch of trash!"
Ma Xianhong roared and slammed the table beside him.
"boom!"
The table broke into pieces, sending wood chips flying everywhere.
The black-clad cultists trembled with fear and quickly fell to their knees.
"Calm down, village chief!"
Ma Xianhong took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
"Calm down?"
Ma Xianhong turned around slowly, with a cold smile on his face.
Like the chill of a poisonous snake before it spits out its tongue,
"How can you make me calm down?"
He approached the black-clad cultist step by step, and every step seemed to be stepping on the opponent's heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Zhao Guizhen is dead, Fu Rong was arrested, and you want me to calm down?"
Ma Xianhong's voice was low and hoarse, like a devil's voice coming from the depths of hell.
Every word was filled with endless chill and murderous intent.
The black-clad cultists' legs went weak and they almost collapsed to the ground.
He could feel the terrifying aura emanating from Ma Xianhong, as if it was going to tear him into pieces.
"Village Chief...I..."
The black-clad cultist tried to explain with a trembling voice, but he found that his throat seemed to be strangled by something and he could not make any sound.
"Trash! They are all a bunch of trash!"
Ma Xianhong waved his sleeves violently, and a powerful Qi breath instantly blew the black-clad cultist away.
"boom!"
The black-clad cultist slammed heavily against the wall and then fell to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood, staining the front of his shirt red.
"Cough cough..."
He struggled to get up, but found that all the bones in his body seemed to be broken and he could not move at all.
Ma Xianhong slowly walked up to the black-clad cultist and looked down at him with cold eyes without a trace of emotion.
"If you can't even handle such a small matter, what use are you?"
The voice seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, and every word was filled with endless chill.
The body of the black-clad cultist began to tremble violently. He could feel that the shadow of death had enveloped him.
"Village Chief... spare my life..."
He used all his strength to squeeze out a few words from his throat. His voice was weak, filled with endless fear and pleading.
"roll!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Xianhong's palm fell down suddenly.
He knocked the black-clad cultist away and then left in a hurry.
"Zhao Guizhen...Fu Rong..."
Ma Xianhong muttered to himself in an inaudible voice.
"Su Chen... can go anywhere..."
His eyes became colder and crueler.
"Since you force me like this, don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless."