A waning moon hangs high in the sky.
The moonlight fell like a waterfall, but it was blocked by the hazy mist. It was scattered like a gauze tent and draped on the wasteland outside Dingtian City like a giant beast crawling in the wild, spanning three thousand miles from east to west.
Woohoo~
The low and weeping sound lingered in the wind, and with the scattered moonlight, it became even more desolate in the night.
In the night, two middle-aged men in gray robes were carrying a blood-stained, seriously injured and dying young man.
The young man's long hair was stained with blood, his face was pale, and one of his hands was weakly drooping, mopping the floor, leaving long blood stains as he moved.
That sob-like sound came from his mouth.
But his tongue was bitten into pieces.
The two people who carried him moved quickly and had excellent physical strength. Soon they had carried the seriously injured young man for dozens of miles and arrived at an even more gloomy mass grave.
The tombs everywhere were flashing with will-o'-the-wisps, and the wind howled like ghosts crying.
"Master Yuan, you are lucky enough to survive. Please remember not to have any unnecessary delusions in the future."
The gray-robed man in front of him, whose head was slightly lowered, sighed softly and slowly put down the young man they were carrying: "Mediocre people like us should accept our fate to avoid harming others, ourselves, and our families."
Among the mass graves, there were only a few tombs, but more corpses that had been hastily rolled up on a mat and thrown into the weeds and mud.
Before a few people stopped, there were two straw mats left behind.
One still had blood stains on it, but the other already gave off a strong corpse stench.
"Ah, ah~"
The young man turned over, staggered a step forward, and then fell to the ground. However, he was left with only one hand and one foot, unable to support his balance, and fell heavily to the ground.
He threw himself on the straw mat and cried loudly, but his tongue was cut off, but he couldn't even utter a single word.
He looked extremely sad, his eyes were red with tears, he was crying, and he even vomited out a mouthful of blood.
"waste!"
Seeing the young man vomiting blood, the shorter man in gray robe showed unbearable expression, but another man in gray robe raised his foot and kicked the young man to the ground:
"Yuan Duxiu, you deserve to die, but your parents and the child who died before birth in your mother's belly should not be implicated in your death!"
"Pfft~"
Yuan Duxiu was kicked until he vomited blood, but he seemed not to notice it. He smiled miserably and crawled towards the straw mat, whimpering in despair and pain.
"Pity your mother, she has been pregnant for three years, it has been so difficult, but she wants to bear the pain of losing her husband, and you have to implicate her in two lives!"
The man in gray robe still didn't understand his hatred and wanted to kick him again.
"Lao Wang, do you really want to kill him?"
The low man in gray robe frowned.
"I really want to kill him."
The gray-robed man surnamed Wang gave Yuan Duxiu a cold look: "The Yuan family has been a very good family for a hundred years, but it happened to have such a disaster. In just twenty years, the family has been in ruins, and now it is even more ruined. , this kind of scourge will only make rice more expensive!"
His voice was extremely evil, but he didn't do anything again.
"He doesn't want to either."
The other man in gray robe shook his head.
He said that Yuan Duxiu was an outstanding figure, but that was compared to some geniuses, not to ordinary people, such as himself.
Then he is a genius!
"Ah~ah~"
Yuan Duxiu seemed unaware and threw himself on the straw mat. He felt endless pain biting his soul like a poisonous snake, making him wish he could die now.
Only then did he understand why the 'big enemy' wanted to let him come back after his martial arts was abolished and his arms and legs were broken.
He wanted to die in despair and pain.
'Father, mother...and little brother...'
Yuan Duxiu gritted his teeth and drew traces on the ground with his only remaining hand.
He couldn't tolerate his parents' bodies being exposed in the wilderness...
"Your Yuan family has been kind to me, so I send you here, which can be regarded as the utmost kindness and righteousness."
The man in gray robe named Wang glanced at Yuan Duxiu, turned around and left.
Yuan Duxiu had offended too many people, and he had already taken a huge risk by sending him here. As he said, benevolence and righteousness are the limit.
Looking at Yuan Duxiu, who was trembling and digging the grave soil with one hand, the other man in low gray robe also sighed and turned around to leave.
Unless he doesn't want to help Yuan Duxiu put his parents to rest, he really can't. He is not alone, he also has parents and children...
...
sticky,
slippery,
narrow,
cramped......
The moment he woke up from the darkness, the feelings around him surged into his heart like a tide.
At the same time, he also captured the state of this body at this time.
This is a small corpse, completely dead, and its already weak soul has completely dissipated, leaving only a ray of life.
Influx from the navel.
Unfortunately, this ray of life was too weak to keep this little baby alive.
Yes, baby…..
There are no words in the Dao Yitu, because this 'baby' has no future.
He would not be one of the few posthumous children, but a real one with two lives.
The baby's mother wanted to protect her child until the last moment, and the baby himself also struggled to survive.
However, there are not so many miracles in this world, and he died after all.
Respectable, pity...
The continuation and respect for life made An Qisheng feel a little ripple in his heart.
At this time, he had no means of coming back to life.
The moment he arrived, An Qisheng had already discovered that the Wanyang Realm was more dangerous than the human world.
Because in the depths of his soul, Dao Yitu rippled like water, like jumping up and down, like joy. It was the spontaneous joy after redeeming himself.
Yes, the first time he came to Wanyang Realm, he had already sensed the existence of Dao Yitu fragments.
In this world, if there is not the existence of the Dao Yi Diagram Master, or there has been a Dao Yi Diagram Master who died here, in this way, he can sense the danger of this world.
In fact, having experienced the battle between the will of the human world and the will of God, he has a deep fear of the world itself. 'Heaven' is really almost omnipotent in his own world.
With thoughts in his heart, An Qisheng felt this body.
God's will flows through every part of the body like water, relaxing the necrotic flesh and blood membrane.
Although this body is somewhat different from that of Xuanxing and humans in the human world, it has been somewhat similar to the human bodies in the floating world for a long time.
But there are only some similarities, and the differences are also completely different.
"This baby has not yet been conceived. It was about six months pregnant and nine days dead. There is some trouble..."
An Qisheng felt a little troubled.
Different worlds have different rules, and resurrection from the dead is not something that can be done in any world.
This Wan Yang Realm is such a world.
He could vaguely feel the powerful control of this world on the boundary between life and death. This control would not only affect the rebirth of the dead, but perhaps it would also affect the 'Shou Yuan'.
Or 'Tianshou'.
In other words, the masters in this world will not live long.
Fortunately, although this baby died, there was still a glimmer of life.
With this glimmer of vitality, it would save him a lot of things. If not, it would be a little troublesome.
"There may be some sequelae, which can only be made up for later."
An Qisheng felt calm.
Having experienced two worlds, although he is not indifferent to his experiences, he will not be disturbed either.
All of flesh and blood.
He didn't care much about old people, children or dead people.
What you gain from practice is not just strength.
Buzz~
An Qisheng's divine intention flowed through this small corpse and captured the ray of life.
Then, birth begins.
...
Swish, swish, swish~
In the wind-swept night, Yuan Duxiu was alone, dragging his seriously injured body while digging on the cold and stiff grave soil.
Although it was the middle of winter, the weather was also cold. The cemetery was already cold and stiff late at night. Digging a hole was not an easy task for ordinary people even with tools.
But the cold and stiff grave soil didn't seem to bother him.
His five fingers were sharper than knives. Even though his body was stained with blood and his feet and hands were disabled, he still dug such a small hole.
'Father, mother...my little brother who has not yet been born...'
Yuan Duxiu supported his body with one hand and one foot, pushed the two straw mats wrapped with corpses into the pit, and bowed sadly.
At this moment, his parents' voices and smiles seemed to appear before his eyes.
Dingtian City is where the contemporary Tianding Emperor started his career. Although the capital has been moved to Tianjiao City, it is still considered one of the more prosperous cities in the North.
But because of its special status, no overly powerful forces settled here for fear of violating the taboo of Emperor Tianding.
Therefore, only a small family like the Yuan family can gain a foothold in Dingtian City.
The Yuan family is a very small family, with three or five people in each generation. It is not as good as other big families, but it still has status and wealth in Dingtian City.
It's a pity that the Yuan family, which lasted for more than a hundred years, has been completely destroyed by him.
The mansion was burned to the ground, and all the former servants and servants were killed. The old grandfather was killed in the mansion and burned to ashes together with the mansion.
His parents, his unborn little brother who had never seen any good things, were killed by someone alone and their bodies were exposed in the wilderness.
Such great hatred, such great hatred.
It has become the only support for his survival.
'If you get revenge, I will come to accompany you. If you can't get revenge, let me die in the hands of Lin Hedao, and our family will be reunited...'
Yuan Duxiu kowtowed nine times. He was alone and no longer afraid of death.
Filled with endless sorrow, he made a lifelong vow to never forget, while pushing the excavated soil with one hand to bury his parents.
rustle~
At this time, a sound of friction between straw mat and sand woke up Yuan Duxiu who was burying his parents.
'who? '
Yuan Duxiu, who was immersed in hatred and great sadness, suddenly raised his head.
The soil was pushed away and the straw mats were stretched.
His mother's purple belly was trembling at this moment, like a bird about to hatch but unable to catch it.
'Little, little brother? '
Yuan Duxiu's lifeless eyes suddenly lit up like a lit torch.
Suddenly I remembered something from the legend.
According to legend, there are records of pregnant women dying for several days, but the babies were still alive!
'Mother, mother, me, forgive me...'
Yuan Duxiu kowtowed heavily, and then carefully placed his deep hand, with nails that were neither long nor short, on his bulging belly after a slight tremble.
Just listen to a 'chi' sound.
Yuan Duxiu's expression suddenly froze on his face, as if he had seen something extremely incredible, and for a moment he even forgot his joy, anger and sorrow.
Under the split belly was a 'baby' that was only about half a foot long.
What if, this is also a baby.
"Ah~~"
Yuan Duxiu's remaining arm was shaking, and his tongue-less mouth came out with short and incomplete syllables.
I saw the 'baby' under the belly, with a face like orange peel, a body like rotten wood, white hair and white eyebrows, and wrinkles on the forehead.
This, this is not a 'brother'.
He's clearly a 'grandpa'!
........
ps: Friendly book recommendation, "Lan Ke Qi Yuan" by the really troublesome guy, please give it a try.
