The man tried every means to commit suicide, but he was stopped by the scorpion monster in his shadow, and he couldn't even die.
Lord Chong stood there with tears streaming down his face, unable to say a word. His face was full of pain and regret, as well as some emotions that Han Sen couldn't understand.
The man tortured himself till he was covered with bruises, but in the end he still failed to commit suicide.
"Xiao Yan, don't go on." Master Chong finally couldn't help but speak, but his tone was very contradictory. He wanted to shout but didn't dare.
"Stop going on? Then what do you want me to do? Do you want to live and die like this? Is this what you want?" The man stared at Master Chong, his eyes filled with deep hatred.
Mr. Chong had already burst into tears and shook his head and said: "I didn't want to be like this. At that time, you were sick and I had no choice. He said he could cure you and prevent you from dying, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect... …”
Master Chong had broken down in tears when he said this, and it was difficult to continue talking.
"Haha, he did cure me and made me immortal... immortal..." The man was laughing, but the laughter made people feel ten thousand times more miserable than crying.
"Xiaoyan...I...I'm sorry for you..." Master Chong said.
But the man was just smiling, his smile was hard to understand: "You are not sorry for me, you are just making my life worse than death."
Master Chong squatted on the ground holding his gray hair. He felt helpless and regretful to the extreme. He sobbed in a low voice: "If I knew this was like this... If I knew earlier... I would never... I would definitely..."
At the end of the sentence, what Master Chong said could no longer be heard clearly, and all he could hear was the sound of sobbing.
The man looked at Mr. Chong who was squatting there and his hair was about to be pulled out. His eyes were full of complex expressions. After a long time, he sighed: "This is my life!"
This sigh contained countless helplessness, unwillingness, despair, and regret, which made Han Sen on the top of the mountain feel a little moved when he heard it.
Master Chong and his son had been tossing all night in the valley, and the sky had turned white. The man looked at the white in the sky and said to Master Chong: "If you really still think that I am your son, find someone to kill me." I, I would rather die than live like this without a human being or a ghost."
"Xiao Yan!" Master Chong raised his head and looked at the man. His lips twitched as he was about to say something, but he saw that the man had fallen straight to the ground.
Han Sen was slightly startled when he saw that the man's aura was normal and his vitality was still very strong, but he seemed to be in a coma and completely unconscious.
Master Chong walked over with tears in his eyes, carefully put the man in a prepared bag, and then carried the man on his back and walked out of the valley, muttering something in his mouth as he walked.
If someone who didn't know what happened saw Master Chong at this time, they would think he was a demented lunatic.
Han Sen quickly flew up from the top of the mountain and chased after Master Chong, wanting to see where Master Chong was going.
After listening to the conversation between Mr. Chong and his son, Han Sen vaguely felt that this was related to the god mentioned in the evening. Maybe this was an opportunity to solve all the mysteries.
Master Chong carried the man on his back and walked into the Insect Forest together, and then walked back to the Insect Nest Sanctuary. Han Sen watched Master Chong take the man in the bag back to his room.
Han Sen had been waiting for Master Chong outside. It was not until the next morning that Master Chong came out of his room. As if nothing had happened, he smiled and greeted the acquaintances he met, and then made an appointment with a few old people. The friend left the shelter and seemed to be hunting strange creatures.
"Master Chong, I have something to ask you for help. Can we have a chat alone?" Han Sen walked up to Master Chong and blocked his way.
"Just tell me if you have anything to do. If I can help, I will definitely help." Master Chong said with a smile.
Han Sen insisted, "It's a bit hard to talk about this matter, so I want to talk to you alone, Lord Chong."
Lord Chong pondered for a moment, called his friends, and then took Han Sen to an open space outside the shelter.
"Xiao Han, if you have anything to do, just tell me. If I can help, old man, I won't let you down." Mr. Chong lit a cigarette, took a long puff, and exhaled all the smoke. Then he spoke to Han Sen.
"Master Chong, do you know the 7th Operation Team of the Special Investigation Section?" Han Sen did not mince words this time and said to him directly.
Mr. Chong shook his head and said, "What kind of organization is that? I don't think I've ever heard of it."
"Then do you know Han Jingzhi?" Han Sen asked again.
Master Chong thought for a while and said, "I heard you mentioned that your great-grandfather's name is Han Jingzhi, right? You mention him so often, he must be a very good person, right?"
Han Sen looked at Master Chong for a long time before sighing and saying, "Then you should know Huang Wan, right?"
A strange look flashed across Mr. Chong's eyes, as if he didn't expect that Han Sen would mention this person, but it only passed by him for a moment, and then he shook his head with a smile and said, "I'm old, and I've seen so many people. Too many, I can’t remember such a person.”
"Then you should know Xiao Yan, right?" Han Sen stared at Lord Chong and said slowly.
Master Chong's body suddenly trembled, and he could no longer conceal his emotions. He stared at Han Sen with wide eyes, but still forced a smile and said: "Xiao Han, I have never heard of those people you mentioned."
"Have you even forgotten your own wish?" Han Sen tried to trick Master Chong.
After this sentence, Lord Chong's face suddenly changed, and his mood was completely disappointed. His body that had seemed a little rickety suddenly straightened up, and his hair and beard were all spread out. His aura was terrifying, and he stared at Han like an angry lion. Sen, with murderous intent in his eyes, asked one word at a time: "Who are you?"
Han Sen felt the terrifying vitality in Master Chong, and couldn't help but secretly marvel. Among human transcendants, Master Chong is definitely the top existence.
If you don't count Han Sen himself, even the top human transcendent is still lagging behind Lord Chong.
It's a bit surprising that he has such physical fitness at such an old age. After all, the humans who were promoted from the First and Second Sanctuary in the past had a low degree of genetic completion. In Lord Chong's era, I'm afraid even the divine blood There are not many people who have fully upgraded their genes. It is really surprising that they can achieve such physical fitness in the Third Sanctuary.
"Don't you know who I am? I also told you who my great-grandfather is." Han Sen looked at Lord Chong and said calmly.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. Old Han can't have any descendants, so stop pretending." Lord Chong stared at Han Sen and said angrily.
"Why is it impossible to have descendants? Everyone may have descendants." Han Sen said casually.
"It's possible for everyone, but he..." Lord Chong suddenly stopped talking. As if he had come to his senses, his aura surged again. He stared at Han Sen like a beast that chooses people to devour: "Damn it, how dare you If you try to trick me, who are you? If you can’t explain clearly, don’t blame Mr. Chong for being ruthless.”
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