One Hundred and Eighty-Five Rotten Wood in the Yigara Chapter

I had a wonderful dream...

In the dream, he had an easy-going grandfather and a kind grandmother... a healthy father and a gentle mother... and more than a dozen aunts who had grown up with him...

They live extremely happily in the house at the foot of Fengming Mountain...

Grandma would come to visit him from time to time... Although she never set foot in the house... she would choose a courtyard to stay for a few days...

Wei'er...Xiaobai...and his sisters, Xiaosan and Xiaowu, come to play with him every day...The house is full of laughter and joy...

But he always felt that something was missing!

In the small wooden house in the backyard, there are only all kinds of graffiti that he and his sisters have made since they were little... Countless broken black iron daggers are gathering dust in the corners...

It seemed to have been used when he was practicing martial arts... There was only this kind of training weapon in the house... There was nothing sharp or long... But he couldn't find the way at all... Even holding it in his hand felt... strangeness……

His hair always only reaches his ears... Every aunt would stop him with a smile... and trim it carefully for him...

While sitting idle...he occasionally bent his arm...there seemed to be some strange feeling in his hand...but the fingers that Xuxu pinched were empty...

When the cool water drops are sprinkled on the face... the feeling is also empty...

Those empty things seem to be equally important to him... just like the heart that he relies on for survival...

He wanted to find them more and more... but everyone in the mansion smiled and shook their heads... as if they were not saying they didn't know... but that they wanted him to stop looking...

He couldn't accept this... He searched every corner of the house... He finally walked out of the foot of the mountain... and walked far along the spacious road...

Behind him... his relatives stood in front of the house and waved to him from afar...

It seems to be calling... and it seems to be saying goodbye...

Then he woke up...

There is no longer a demon-sealing ring around his neck... There are two towering giant pillars that are wildly entangled in his heart...

He finally remembered what he had lost...

In addition to his close relatives who died because of him...there are also loved ones who sacrificed for him...

Every name...every face...is in my heart now...

He would never forget it again...he actually forgot it for three whole years...

But he doesn't deserve to miss them at all! ! !

Compared with his sins... the viciousness of the Naranyi people seems to be insignificant...

Roland's death... Xiaoke's and Aunt Liu's deaths...

It's all his fault! ! !

He sat in a daze...with his hair hanging down behind him...and instantly became as pale as snow!

The noises of "renunciation" and "violence" were inaudible... In such a withered heart... they seemed to have lost interest in him...

Or maybe even they were ashamed to be of the same body as him... just like he couldn't face his grandmother beside him... and his two sisters, Xiaosan and Xiaowu...

Although the house is now empty...even the huge bonfire has no trace of ashes...as if everything that happened last night was an illusion...

When he fell in the tens of thousands of years of ice...he heard nothing...but he knew for no reason...he didn't have much time to live!

And he understood even more... Just like the past three years... what the yuan chakra consumed... was now Ai Lin's soul!

In this case... don't stay here...

He knelt down...his forehead was heavily bruised with blood...like a piece of rotten wood hitting the ground!

"grandmother……

"Let me go to the north...

"I want to atone for my sins..."

(Volume 1, Jia Luo chapter, end)