A waning moon hangs high above the nine heavens.

The moonlight descended like a waterfall, but it was blocked by the hazy mist, scattered like a gauze tent and draped over the wasteland outside Dingtian City, which traversed three thousand miles from east to west.

woohoo~

The low whimper, like weeping, lingered in the wind, and with the scattered moonlight, it became more desolate in the night.

In the darkness of the night, two middle-aged men in gray robes carried a bloodstained young man who was seriously injured and dying.

The young man's long hair was stained with blood, his face was pale, and one hand drooped weakly, dragging the floor, leaving long bloodstains as he walked.

The sobbing and whimpering sound came from his mouth.

But the tongue was bitten off.

The two people who carried him walked very fast and had excellent physical strength. They soon carried the seriously injured young man out for dozens of miles to a more gloomy mass grave.

Everywhere tombs are flashing with ghost fire, the wind whimpering like ghost crying.

"Young Master Yuan, you were lucky enough to survive. Remember not to have any undeserved delusions in the future."

The grey-robed man with a slightly lower head in front of him sighed softly, and slowly put down the young man they were carrying: "Mediocre people like us should accept our fate, so as not to harm others and ourselves and our family."

On the mass grave, there are very few tombs, and more are corpses that were hastily rolled up a mat and were thrown into the weeds and mud.

Before a few people stopped, two straw mats were left behind.

One still had bloodstains, while the other had a strong corpse stench.

"Ah, ah~"

The young man turned over, took a staggering step forward, and fell to the ground, but he had only one arm and one leg left, unable to support his balance, and fell heavily to the ground.

He threw himself on the straw mat and cried, but his tongue was cut off, but he couldn't pronounce a word at all.

He was very sad, his tears were flushed, he cried and spit out blood.

"Trash!"

Seeing the young man vomiting blood, the short man in gray robe could not bear it, but the other man in gray robe raised his foot and kicked the young man to the ground:

"Yuan Duxiu, you deserve to be damned, but the children in your parents and your mother's wombs who died before they were born should not be implicated to death by you!"

"Pfft~"

Yuan Duxiu was kicked and vomited blood, but she didn't realize it, she crawled towards the straw mat with a miserable smile, screaming in despair and pain from her mouth.

"Pity your mother. It's been three years of pregnancy, how hard it is, but you want to endure the pain of bereavement, and you will be implicated in one corpse and two lives!"

The man in gray robe still didn't relieve his hatred, and wanted to kick him again.

"Old Wang, do you really want to kill him?"

The low grey-robed man frowned.

"I really want to kill him."

The gray-robed man surnamed Wang gave Yuan Duxiu a cold look: "The Yuan family is considered to be a family of great kindness for a hundred years, but such disasters have happened. In just 20 years, the family has not been mentioned, and now it is even more ruined. , this kind of scourge will only make rice expensive!"

His voice was wicked, but he didn't make another move.

"He doesn't want to either."

The other grey-robed man shook his head.

He said that Yuan Duxiu is a middle-aged person, but that is compared with some geniuses, if compared with ordinary people, such as himself.

Then he is a genius!

"Ah~ah~"

As if Yuan Duxiu didn't realize it, he threw himself on the straw mat, only to feel the endless pain biting his heart like a poisonous snake, making him want to die now.

At this time, he realized why the 'big enemy' had to let him come back after his martial arts was abolished and his limbs were broken.

He wanted to die in despair and pain.

'Father, mother...and little brother...'

Yuan Duxiu gritted his teeth, and his only hand left traces on the ground.

He couldn't tolerate his parents' corpses being exposed in the wilderness...

"Your Yuan family has given me a meal. I sent you here, which is considered to be the best of my kindness and righteousness."

The grey-robed man surnamed 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.

Looking at Yuan Duxiu, who was shaking and digging graves with one hand, the other man in gray robe sighed and turned away.

Unless he is unwilling to help Yuan Duxiu to bring his parents to the ground, he can't. He is not alone, he also has parents and children...

......

sticky,

slippery,

narrow,

cramped...

The moment he woke up faintly from the darkness, the feelings around him flooded into his heart like a tide.

At the same time, the state of this body was also captured by him.

This is a small corpse, it has died completely, and the already weak soul has dissipated cleanly, with only a ray of vitality.

Influx from the navel.

Unfortunately, this ray of vitality is too weak to keep this little baby alive.

Yes, baby...

There is no text in the Daoyi picture, because this 'baby' has no future.

He will not be a very few posthumous sons, but in the true sense one corpse and two lives.

The baby's mother still wanted to protect her child until the last moment. The baby himself had struggled and wanted to live.

But, there are not so many miracles in this world, and he still died after all.

Respectful, unfortunately...

For the continuation and respect of life, An Qisheng felt a ripple in his heart.

At this time, he also had no means to bring him back to life.

At the moment of his arrival, An Qisheng had already discovered that this Myriad Yang Realm was even more dangerous than the human world.

Because in the depths of his soul, Daoyitu was like ripples in water, like joy, like joy. It was a spontaneous joy after making up for himself.

Yes, the first time he came to Wanyang Realm, he already sensed the existence of Daoyitu fragments.

In this world, if there is a Daoyitu Lord, or there is a Daoyitu Lord who perished here, only then can he perceive the danger of this world.

But in fact, having experienced the battle of human Taoism, he has a deep fear of the world itself. In his own world, 'Heaven' is really almost omnipotent.

With thought in his heart, An Qisheng perceives this body.

The divine will flows through the body like water, stretching the necrotic flesh and blood.

Although this body is somewhat different from Xuan Xing and the human beings in the human world, it is somewhat similar to the human body in the floating world for a long time.

But there are only some similarities, and the differences are also diametrically opposed.

"This baby has not been conceived yet. It was about six months pregnant and died for nine days. It's a little troublesome..."

An Qisheng felt a little troublesome.

Different worlds have different rules, and coming back to life is not something that can be done in any world.

This Myriad Yang Realm is such a world.

He could vaguely feel the strong control of this world over the boundary between life and death. This control not only affects the rebirth of the deceased, but may also affect the 'Shou Yuan'.

Or 'Tian Shou'.

In other words, the masters of this world do not live long.

Fortunately, although the baby died, there was still a wisp of life.

With this ray of vitality, for him, it can save him a lot of things. If not, it would not be a little troublesome.

"There may be some sequelae, which can only be made up in the future."

An Qisheng was calm.

Having experienced two worlds, although he is not indifferent to what happened to him, he will not have any trouble.

They are all flesh and blood.

Whether it is an old man, a child, or the dead, he doesn't care much.

Cultivation, what you get is not just power.

hum~

An Qisheng's spirit flowed through this small corpse, capturing that ray of vitality.

Then, it began to spawn.

......

Shashasha~

In the night where the wind was blowing, Yuan Duxiu was alone, dragging his severely injured body and digging on the cold and stiff grave.

Although it was the middle of winter at this time, the weather was still cold. The graveyard in the middle of the night was cold and stiff. Even if an ordinary person had a tool, digging a hole was by no means an easy task.

But the cold and rigid graves didn't seem to bother him.

His five fingers were sharper than a knife, and even though his body was covered in blood, and one foot and one hand were crippled, he still dug out such a small hole.

'Father, mother...the unborn little brother...'

Yuan Duxiu supported her body with one hand and one foot, pushed the two straw mats wrapped around the corpse into the dirt pit, and bowed sadly.

At this moment, the voices and smiles of his parents appeared in front of his eyes.

Dingtian City is the place where the contemporary Tianding Emperor started his life. Although the Dingtian capital has been relocated to the "Tianjiao City", it can be regarded as one of the more prosperous cities in the North.

But because of its special status, there is no overbearing force to settle here, afraid of breaking the taboo of the Tianding Emperor.

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 members per generation. It is not comparable to other big families, but it also has status and wealth in Dingtian City.

It's a pity that the Yuan family that has been in existence for more than a hundred years has been completely destroyed by him at this time.

The mansion was burnt to the ground, the former servant Jiading was also killed, and the elderly grandfather was killed in the mansion, and burned to ashes together with the mansion.

Parents, his unborn, never met any beautiful younger brother, was killed by someone alone, and his corpse was exposed in the wilderness.

Such a great hatred, such a great hatred.

It has become the only support for his survival.

"If I get revenge, I will come to accompany you. If I can't get revenge, let me die at the hands of Lin Xandao, and our family will be reunited..."

Yuan Duxiu kowtowed nine times, and he was no longer afraid of death when he was alone.

In his heart filled with endless grief, he made an unforgettable oath, pushing the dug up soil with one hand to bury his parents.

Shasha~

At this moment, the sound of the straw mat rubbing against the sand woke Yuan Duxiu, who was burying his parents.

'Who? ’

Yuan Duxiu, who was immersed in hatred and great sadness, suddenly raised her head ~lightnovelpub.net~ The soil was pushed away and the straw mat was stretched.

His mother's bruised belly was trembling at this moment, like a bird that was about to hatch, but was unable to catch it.

'Little, little brother? ’

Yuan Duxiu's dead eyes suddenly lit up like a lit torch.

Suddenly remembered the legendary things.

According to legend, there is a record that a pregnant woman died for a few days and the baby was still alive!

'Mother, mother, I, forgive me...'

Yuan Duxiu kowtowed heavily, and after that, her carefully deep hand, her fingernails neither long nor short, after a slight tremor, landed on her bulging belly.

Only heard the sound of 'chi'.

Yuan Duxiu's expression immediately froze on his face, as if he had seen something extremely unbelievable, and for a while he even forgot his emotions, anger, and sadness.

Beneath the torn belly was a 'baby' about half a foot long.

If, this is also a baby.

"Ah~~"

Yuan Duxiu's only remaining arm was trembling, and short and incomplete syllables came out from her tongueless mouth.

I saw the 'baby' under the belly, with a face like orange peel, a body like rotten wood, white hair and white eyebrows, and a wrinkled forehead.

This, where is this 'brother'.

Obviously a 'grandfather'!

........

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