At night, Ye Chen left the ancient tomb and returned to Zhuxian Town with the moonlight. The old man in the blood robe was too cruel. I don’t know how many people he swallowed, dyeing the town that should have been quiet bloody.

When I stepped through the city gate, everything I saw was desolate. Too many families hung white silk, too many orphans and widows, dressed in mourning, knelt in front of their own doors, threw paper money into the brazier, and even more screams of crying, which filled the town. The dark night was destined to be accompanied by tears.

Ye Chen sighed in his heart, and there was also an inexplicable guilt. If he had thought of using the power of blood earlier, these people might not have to die.

"Hero Ye is back." While he was leaving, someone shouted.

When the people of Zhuxian Town heard this, they all gathered over. Without saying a word, they knelt all over the ground and shouted for help. If it weren't for Ye Chen today, they would not be able to escape the death disaster. Compared with those noble gods, this hero was the real savior.

Ye Chen said nothing, but used gentle power to support the people and walked quietly to Xiaoyuan, saying that he was a savior, even himself, was ridiculous. When it comes to killing people, he killed more than the old man in blood robe.

There is no savior in this world, there are only... cruel laws.

Ling Feng and others also came, and had never stepped forward, but just watched Ye Chen silently. From Ye Chen's bleak back, they seemed to have seen a corner of the cultivation world, full of killing and covered with blood and bones. The gods in the eyes of the world have never felt compassion for all living beings.

Under the gaze of everyone, Ye Chen's figure gradually drifted away.

In the streets and alleys, Ye Chen pushed open the garden door tiredly, and saw the evil demon sitting at the stone table, drinking quietly, and pretending to be unheard of his return.

"You must have heard my call." Ye Chen walked slowly, his words calmly.

"I heard clearly." The evil demon held the wine glass and savored the wine carefully.

"When Tiansha Lone Star was born, you still pity the people and brought down Ling Tianxian Rain. Why did you not save me when you die?"

"Are you questioning this god?"

"How dare you?" Ye Chen laughed at himself and sat under the old tree.

"A dignified ancient holy body, you are also the one who walked by the mountain of corpse. When did you become so sentimental?" The demon turned his back to Ye Chen, and his words were leisurely. "During the day, I am in Zhuxian Town. If you don't save Tiansha Guxing, I will save you, but I will only save her. What does the life and death of a mortal have to do with me? Your sigh and guilt are not compassion, but resentment and resentment towards the law. You want to change, but unfortunately, you can do nothing."

"You have something to say." Ye Chen said lightly.

"You are a smart person. Since you can understand, why should you pretend to be deaf and dumb?" The demon filled another cup, placed it in front of his nose, and gently sniffed the fragrance of wine, and never turned around from beginning to end.

Ye Chen was silent, buried his head and lowered his eyes. He should understand that this was still a test. He was testing his state of mind. The reason why he was pity was because he was not cold enough and his disgust for the cruel laws was a manifestation of his powerlessness. Even if the Emperor of Chu was the Emperor, even if the Supreme Emperor was, he would be unable to defeat the vast world.

At some point, he got up, went back to the room, covered his head and went to bed.

In the garden, the evil demons were still there, drinking wine quietly, under the bright moon, and she murmured softly, "Fuxi, you are too harsh to him."

With a sigh, there were only wine glasses left on the table, and there were no more evil demons on the table.

The night is not quiet, the sorrow and crying are still there, and if you lose your loved ones, you will be destined to be unable to sleep.

Accompanied by tears, the dim night gradually faded away.

Zhuxian Town in the early morning is not as prosperous as before. Too many families have funerals, and paper money is spread all over the street. At first glance, there are so many people wearing mourning clothes.

At the fortune telling table, Ye Chen sat quietly, without saying anything, without joy or sorrow.

Today, no one is destined to come to divine, and they are all immersed in pain.

"The money I saved over the years has been divided by poor families. Is this... considered accumulating virtue?" The first person to come today was Shangguan Jiu. He never paid for alcohol. He was rarely generous at once. A martial arts master is also a mortal, and he believes that good things will be rewarded.

"Drink flower wine a few times, and you'll have everything." Yang Xuan curled his lips.

"This is what you said, as if you didn't go."

"I will pay for you again, and you still have the face to say it."

"On the sad days, you two can have a snack." Ling Feng said leisurely.

As soon as these words came out, both of them calmed down.

Sorrow, can we not be sad? They are all people in the martial arts world who licked blood at the tip of a knife. The first time they felt that someone died... they were so sad. Perhaps they really regarded this place as their home.

Not long after, Mr. Yang also came and hugged Xiao Yang Lan.

The family of three is indescribable to thank Ye Chen. Compared with the rest of the town, they are lucky. At the critical moment, they were saved by the martial arts myth.

January passed quietly, and this mortal town gradually returned to normal.

It was another night, and Ye Chen slept peacefully.

Tonight, the stars were everywhere, and occasionally a ray of starlight shone through the window and slanted on Ye Chen's face, making his eyebrows slightly frown, as if he had a terrible nightmare.

When he opened his eyes again, the clouds and mists were shrouded in front of him, and the mist gradually dissipated with the mist. A beautiful mountain and river came into his eyes. Every mountain, water, grass and tree were all as warm and friendly as memory. This is Dachu, his hometown.

"Dream back to the Great Chu." Ye Chen was extremely excited, stepped on the Void and headed straight for Hengyue Sect.

The Great Chu at night is peaceful and quiet, and the Jade Girl Peak at night is still so beautiful.

When Ye Chen arrived, all the girls were there, embroidered embroidery, watering flowers, such as Xiyan and Luo Xi, holding their chins with their hands and looking up at the starry sky.

Apart from them, they were a little guy, not sleepy at all, staggering, chasing butterflies on the grass, sometimes calling out to his mother, sometimes making giggles.

It was Xiao Yefan, or two or three years old. The so-called memory also stayed in his childhood. He was quite sensible when he was young. He would lie in front of the window in the dead of night, stare outside, waiting for his mother to return.

Ye Chen cried with a smile. It has been seventy-six years since he left. He never thought of returning. In the form of a dream, he could see his relatives, but his relatives could not see him.

"Dad." When Ye Chen looked at it, he suddenly heard Xiao Yefan's call. The little guy was very excited and ran towards Ye Chen with his staggering footsteps.

Ye Chen was stunned. Can the little guy see me?

The girls were also stunned and looked at each other, thinking that Ye Chen was back, but they could not see anything.

While speaking, Xiao Yefan had already run to Ye Chen's feet, raised his head, stretched out his hands, and said with a titty voice, "Honey, hug."

"Can you really see it?" Ye Chen opened his mouth, and he was stunned.

You know, he is now in a dream, and Ye Fan is in reality. Logically, Ye Fan cannot see him, which violates the law of true illusion.

"Hug Dad." The little guy was still begging, interrupting Ye Chen's thoughts.

Ye Chen felt a sore throat when he heard this, and subconsciously squatted. He calculated that he had been 76 years and had not hugged Ye Fan. He was not a competent father.

However, he was the dreamer after all, and he could not touch Ye Fan and could not hold him into his arms.

The little guy cried, his eyes soaked in tears.

The girls came over, Chu Xuan was the fastest, hugged Xiao Yefan, Chu Ling held the handkerchief, wiped his tears, and smiled gently, "Be good to Fan'er."

Xiyan and the others also squatted down, took out their own dolls, coaxed the little guy, thinking that he missed his parents too much.

Xiao Yefan was also sensible, but he stopped crying, and just looked at Ye Chen with a gaze.

The girls frowned slightly. When they really got to Ye Fan, they felt a familiar atmosphere, as if someone was watching them.

"Dreams go back to the ages." Chu Xuan'er murmured to herself.

"Ye Chen, is it you?" Chu Ling'er said hurriedly, staring at her eyes. Although she couldn't see it, she could feel it. It seemed that she knew that dreams would go back to the ages and connect dreams with reality.

"It's me." Ye Chen smiled with tears, but they were destined not to hear it.

The night is getting deeper.

Xiao Yefan fell asleep and was taken back to the room.

But the girls couldn't sleep.

Before Ye Chen left, his illusory body floated there, looking quietly. This dream seemed very long, and it took him to see enough to finish it.

Suddenly, a trace of autumn wind blew, carrying the fragrance of a woman.
Chapter completed!