A sharp knife has a spirit of its own on the three-inch blade

  Zhang Yang hadn't come to school for a long time. Later when he came again, he could calmly call me out and told me about the confession of the murderer that he had managed to see.

  He seems much stronger now than when he first lost it. Perhaps this profession is one that gradually tempers people, a profession that forever accompanies danger and death, accompanied by many irreparable losses.

  The killer who killed Chen Zhe is still under 18 years old. Even if I hate him, since he's not yet 18, I can't reveal his name. Let's just call him A for now.

  That day I took my girlfriend and buddies out for dinner, we had a lively conversation while eating, and ended up drinking too much.

  He drank six liang of white wine, and the six liang of white wine slightly exceeded his capacity, so he was not very sober.

  Somehow, I feel that my girlfriend and my older brother get along especially well, they seem to have a lot to talk about. After dinner, A was a bit tipsy. My older brother said, "You should head home now, my place is in the same direction as your girlfriend's house, I'll send her back for you."

  Back home, the more I think about it, the more I feel that my brother must have eloped with my girlfriend. What are they doing now? Are they doing those indecent things behind my back?

  The more I think about it, the angrier I get! A suddenly stood up, opened the door and went out. He wanted to go find Big Brother Gan to settle accounts, and that little scoundrel too.

  His foot had already stepped out the door, but after thinking for a moment, he turned back and picked up a folding fruit knife from the table, putting it into his pants pocket.

  It was this action that changed his fate from then on.

  He himself wasn't a child who could put his family at ease, but he usually didn't carry a knife. It was just this one time that, for some inexplicable reason, he had brought the knife with him. He didn't understand that there were gods and spirits on the three-foot blade.

  "There is a divine light on the three-foot sword." Zhang Yang said this with some melancholy. "The spirituality of the sword is strange and unpredictable, you can't quite grasp what it's thinking."

  Although you don't want to hurt others, if you have a knife on you, sometimes things seem out of your control. Accidentally, you'll pull out the knife and with just one slash, it can take someone's life.

  The god of the knife is a terrifying and awe-inspiring existence.

  If you don't have enough cultivation and your will is not firm, it's hard to make the divine spirit on the knife stand by your side. If you can't, he may easily destroy your life with a wave of his hand.

  At that moment, A was extremely annoyed and started kicking the car next to him with his foot. The owner of the car, a middle-aged woman, got out of the car and argued with him, as a result, A raised his fist and hit her.

  Chen Zhe was just pulling the two apart and dragging the woman behind him when he suddenly suffered a fatal stab wound. Just one knife wound, a mortal blow.

  I don't even remember how I pulled out the knife, nor where exactly I stabbed him.

  After that, I started to dislike knives. Later on, when reading case studies, I would subconsciously pay attention to related content and found that many people had their fate and others' ruined in an instant because of a knife they happened to be carrying.

  A knife is a deadly weapon. For a deadly weapon, not having a reverent heart may lead to punishment. The spirit on the knife should be treated with respect and caution.

  That day I accompanied Zhang Yang for a drink. I think he looks calm on the surface, but his heart is quite heavy. We agreed to drink until we were drunk, but unexpectedly I fell down after just one cup.

  I didn't know I had such a low tolerance for alcohol! This thing makes me very resentful.

  So that time Zhang Yang got drunk or not, I don't know, I slept for a long time before waking up. Anyway, this matter later became his laughing stock when he wasn't pretending to be cool.

  Of course, the above is just my own memories in my heart, but I didn't tell them to Master Yuye. I reckon I reminisced for about ten minutes, and during those ten minutes, I didn't say a word. However, Master Yuye saw that I was lost in thought and surprisingly also understood me without making a sound, silently accompanying me.

  I sighed and said: "I hate knives, I don't want to carry it with me."

  But the mysterious young master was indeed a remarkable person, and in those silent ten minutes, he seemed to have seen through my thoughts, as if he had also understood the faint sadness in my heart.

  He still forcibly stuffed the short knife into my hand.

  "Don't be foolish. This is a chaotic world where human life is worthless and the law is just an empty shell. So, put aside your reverence or fear for now, and first pray to the gods of the blade to protect your own life!"

  My heart skipped a beat. This is no longer my world!

  It wasn't until this moment that I suddenly had some real feelings. It turned out that this was not acting, I really left the world I was familiar with and came to a completely strange place, starting a new life from scratch!

  And I'm still using my own familiar logic and rules to measure this world!

  In my life, there is a country, a government, laws, police, protection of the right to life above all else, and punishment for crimes wherever they occur.

  So I will be cautious in my heart, and not let the hidden malice within me jump out, to be manipulated by the gods of the knife, brewing a lifelong regrettable disaster.

  But now in this world, human life is like a blade of grass. Staying alive is the top priority!

  I grasped the dagger of Young Master Yu Ye, pulled it out, and the blade was like a pool of autumn water. It was indeed a sharp blade that could cut hair. I weighed the dagger in my hand and couldn't help but sigh: "With so many useless gems inlaid, it's too heavy!"

  The young master's face might have darkened slightly, but since he was wearing a mask I couldn't see clearly: "Such a good-looking dagger, most girls wouldn't even dare to like it!"

  He suddenly leaned in close to my face, staring hard as if trying to see through my appearance and verify my true nature. Finally, he tapped his finger on my skull: "The one inside there, you're actually a man, aren't you?"

  I really wanted to spit blood at him, but then I thought about it and figured he's just some random person on the street, not worth my spitting blood over. So I said impatiently: "Whatever you think, whether it's a boy or girl, what's the big deal?"

  "Yeah," said the Duke of Night again with a smile, "That's true. It just feels interesting and unbelievable."

  What a sharp fellow! I thought to myself.

  "Really! This familiar guy is very close to being called a god of the knife. Whether or not the gods on the knife will bless you depends on your own heart. If you have good intentions in your heart, don't even mention the gods, even demons and ghosts can't control you. So, don't be afraid."

  This guy suddenly came out with such a high-sounding philosophical remark that I couldn't accept it for the time being and didn't understand what he meant. However, he had already stood up, very meticulously smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes one by one, and revealed a smile again.

  "Take a good rest, I'll leave first. I think we will see each other often in the future."

  So-called Jianghu's famous "chivalrous thief" must have excellent lightness skill. Before he finished speaking, the blue figure flickered twice and disappeared suddenly, just like a special effect. At that time, I didn't even blink my eyes, still couldn't see how he did it.

  Alas, the ancestors' kung fu has indeed been lost. This world is full of unexpected things!

  Of course I couldn't have imagined it either, later on I met Master Yinye often; we would meet frequently to the point of this extent.

  The author's reunion wishes

  Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival feels a bit disappointing because it's the last day of the holiday and I have to rush back to work, so I won't be able to spend the night with my parents. Sigh!

  So, I wish everyone a happy reunion and a wonderful day today!