Fifth Purple never thought that he would lose so miserably in the end.
He also didn't expect that the brother he had always protected hated him so deeply that he would not hesitate to drag the entire family down with him.
Fifth Purple didn't think about how much responsibility Zhenjun Yunmao had in this, nor did he think about who was right and who was wrong, because it was meaningless. There is no real winner in this farce.
The tragedy has occurred, and no one involved is innocent. Everyone seems to have their own difficulties, but they are also extremely hateful.
The most innocent people in the whole matter were probably the civilians of Yun Dao who were involved in their father-son feud, as well as the monks from various families who were originally invited to Yun Dao to participate in the inheritance ceremony.
Fifth Purple's memory stayed at the moment when the sea of fire engulfed him, and when he woke up he found that he was already in the City of the Living Dead.
He became an immortal and an alien who could not be tolerated in the world, and he has survived in this strange city of the living dead ever since.
It's not that Fifth Purple hasn't thought about those past events. He often thinks back to his extremely smooth first half of his life, his youth filled with flowers, his cheerful and loving father and his taciturn but awkward brother, and... Those days gone by in Southern Xinjiang.
That's all in the past——
But now he is just an ordinary deceased person.
Life in the City of the Living Dead remains the same. This world, imprisoned by some unknown existence, moves day after day, as if it will never stop, and time seems to have no meaning in it.
He felt very tired while in it, his mind went blank, he didn't want to do anything, and he didn't want to think about anything.
Why his body did not disappear after death but appeared in such a world, Fifth Purple could not come to a conclusion despite all his efforts. Sometimes he even suspected that this... was the place where people would rest after death.
He thinks differently from other living dead. Maybe it's not that they are imprisoned somewhere, but... this place is hell——
Otherwise, why would it be so quiet, cold, and lonely here...
The fifth purple living in the city of the living dead is no different from other living dead, they are all suffering the same.
In the calm and numbness day after day, his zombie-like life was interrupted by an episode.
Fifth Purple never thought that after ending up in such a situation, someone from his past would find his whereabouts. He had already given up hope.
There is no hell in this world, there are just ghosts and ghosts haunting people's hearts. No matter what kind of heart you have at the beginning, you will eventually change as you go through those paths.
Everyone has his or her own life, and who would go out of their way to look for the forgotten past is just to add to the sadness.
I just didn’t expect that there really are such fools in this world.
Fifth Zi has thought about what would happen if someone came to him over there. Maybe he can get rid of this weird eternity and find true peace. Maybe his body far away from his hometown can find his homeland and return to his roots. Maybe he will be regarded as evil and weird and his existence will be ruthlessly destroyed...
After thinking about so many possibilities, the only thing he never thought about was returning to the same state as before. Because this is impossible, he is really... dead, so how can everything remain the same?
He didn't expect that the person who came to him was not his father, nor the fifth son, nor any of the family elders who appreciated him, but the fifth Qingping.
Fifth Qingping grew up with him and was called a subordinate, but in fact he was the same existence as his family. In terms of understanding of truth, the fifth son, who is a biological brother, is far inferior to the fifth Qingping.
————Replace immediately Replace immediately——
He hasn't fallen down yet, and he can still deal with the besieging people only by instinct. As long as the spiritual thread in his mind that was maintained by inertia collapsed, these people would not have to work hard to kill him, and he would fall down and be captured.
The fifth son's voice could be said to be a key that opened doors and windows, suddenly awakening his dissociated consciousness and allowing him to recall what he was doing. But Wu Zi also knows in his heart that this is really the "last and last".
He now felt as if his whole body was in a state of ecstasy, and felt his consciousness withdrawing from his body bit by bit. This brief period of concentration would only accelerate the state of disorganization later on. Once a person's soul and consciousness are completely dispersed, he is not far from a state of collapse.
It didn't take long at all. He either died of exhaustion or was killed by the Mingyue Sect because he lost the ability to move.
His eyes were soaked with his own blood or the enemy's blood. It was red and stinging.
His consciousness seemed to have drifted far away. All sounds were far away from his consciousness in an instant, and everything was isolated from him... Only the thin figure was seen rushing towards him.
The opponent's hands were unarmed.
Fifth Zi smiled, with tears of blood in his eyes.
stop--
No matter what the truth is, who is right or wrong, at least at this moment, the other party cares about him, right? Maybe……
How could Fifth Purple not notice the abnormality about the altar?
He is just more generous, but he is not a fool. Maybe he will be blinded by an overly close relationship for a while, but he won't really be addicted to it all his life.
There are many things that can be discerned without careful exploration.
The lobby where the altar is located has extremely tough defensive restrictions. If someone hadn't responded, how could the people of the Mingyue Sect have come in without anyone noticing? How did his helpless brother survive intact in such a chaotic venue? Why did those people seem to want to kill him, but every time they hit the vital point, they missed it?
There are too many, so many that Fifth Purple cannot deny them at all.
There were too many hidden problems and doubts in his brother, and he had no way of distinguishing them.
The fifth son thought that the fifth purple was unaware of his maneuvers, but in fact the other party had already noticed it, but out of the instinct of blood relatives, he still did his duty to protect his weak brother.
But the fifth purple is not without temptation. Every time he blocks for the opponent, he is actually observing the confrontation between the two. Sometimes he even deliberately pulls people there to see how he will react to the fifth purple.
The results were mixed, and he came to the conclusion in his mind, guessing that the other party might be an insider or a related person, but there was not necessarily a direct relationship. He deceived himself like this...as if this would make him feel better.
No one knew what kind of suffering he was enduring in his heart when he was fighting against these disciples of the Mingyue Sect.
Pain, doubt, doubt, self-deprecation and a little helpless... If his guess is correct, then what do he have done before? Is it a joke?
In the eyes of the other party, what exactly is he?
The Fifth Purple Heart is filled with absurdity and sadness.
