Soon, the two of them arrived at the door of the hut.
"Old Zhong, are you here?" Xihe walked in front and shouted into the house.
Unfortunately, there was no response in the house, which made Lin Sheng, who was behind him, feel a little cold. After all, it is not normal for a person to stay in one place for more than 200,000 years.
"It seems that it's not here!" Xihe said with a look of loss.
"Forget it, let's go! Think of other ways! After all, it's been so long, maybe the old man Zhong you mentioned is dead." Lin Sheng comforted Xihe.
"Who said I was dead?"
Just as Lin Sheng and Xihe were about to give up and leave, an unhappy voice suddenly came from the hut. After hearing the sound inside the house, Lin Sheng and Xihe's faces showed joy.
"Squeak..."
When the dilapidated door was opened, a harsh sound was made. Then, a white-haired old man holding a crutch appeared in front of Lin Sheng and Xihe, who was exactly the Xihe mentioned in Xihe.
Lin Sheng was really shocked when he saw Mr. Zhong for the first time. He had heard from Xihe that there was a scar on his forehead, but now he saw that it was quite different from what Xihe described. It was not a scar at all, but a big pit, just like a radish pit with radish pulled out.
"Old Zhong, so you are here! Why didn't you agree just now?" Xihe asked Mr. Zhong with a smile, and immediately showed a little girl's posture.
"Stupid girl, you have been leaving for more than 200,000 years. I have never come back to see the old man in the past 200,000 years. Why is it suddenly thinking about coming back now?" Old Zhong's face darkened and blamed Xihe, looking very angry, but Xihe could see that Old Zhong had no intention of blaming her.
Originally, Lin Sheng thought Xihe would apologize to Mr. Zhong and admit his mistake, but Xihe did not do so. Instead, he snorted and said, "Can I blame me? Since you promised me to leave, I have vowed not to return to live in the cemetery here again!"
It seems that Xihe is still very disgusted with this place. After all, a girl grew up in a cemetery and lives in a gloomy environment every day. She doesn't dare to put her head outside the quilt when she goes to bed, for fear that someone would crawl out of the tomb.
"Then why are you back now?" Old Zhong Chongxi asked with a smile.
"I want to know my life experience! Mr. Zhong, I'm afraid only you can know my life experience in this world. Please tell me my life experience?" Xihe begged to Mr. Zhong with a serious look on his face.
"This..." Old Zhong touched his chin and fell into deep thought, and did not speak for a long time.
Xihe saw that Mr. Zhong was a little embarrassed, so he continued to speak, "Are my parents in the God Realm?"
Hearing Xihe's inquiry, Old Zhong was stunned and immediately widened his eyes and asked Xihe, "How did you know this?"
"I met the God of Dharma earlier, and he said that he and my father were friends! Mr. Zhong, if you know anything, please tell me!" Xihe bowed to Mr. Zhong and said.
"This...this is a long story." Old Zhong said with a silence. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say it out.
"Then let's talk about it! Did I come from the God Realm? Did I abandon it by my parents to the Immortal Realm! And Mr. Zhong, are you also a god?" Xihe asked Mr. Zhong in a series of questions, waiting for Mr. Zhong to solve her doubts.
Mr. Zhong took a deep breath, then nodded and said, "That's right, you are indeed from the God Realm! The reason why you fell into the lower realm is to talk about the family extermination case of the Dongji God Palace."
"Is the Dongji God King? Is the family destroyed? Is it related to me?" Xihe asked.
"Of course, you are the only survivor in the Dongji God Palace!" Old Zhong nodded and said.
"What? Has my family been destroyed? Then why did the God of Dharma say that he was an old friend of my father?" Xihe was immediately confused and felt that since the God of Dharma gave his father face, his father should be alive.
"It is true that the God of Dharma and the King of the East God are old friends, but this does not mean that the King of the East God is still alive. Back then, twelve masked men entered the King of the East God's Mansion, causing hundreds of people in the mansion to be killed overnight. The King of the East God was outnumbered and eventually killed." Old Zhong sighed and said.
"Why? Why did my family be destroyed? Isn't my father a god king? The god king should be very powerful, right?" Xihe rushed to the scene and asked incomprehension.
"Of course, the Dongji God King can be regarded as the top figure in the God Realm. After all, in the entire God Realm, there are only eight people who can be called God King. Unfortunately, they were killed by traitors, and in the end it was still an unjust case in the God Realm. The twelve murderers are now at large." Old Zhong clenched his fists and said annoyedly.
Xihe originally wanted to learn about her life experience, but her relatives were no longer there. This made her unable to accept it. She could figure out her life experience, but she could no longer see her relatives.
"Since my whole family was killed, why would I survive?" Xihe asked Mr. Zhong.
"Actually, I was a retainer of the Dongji God Palace. I was not in the mansion on the day of the incident. I got the bad news when I returned to the mansion. So I searched the mansion for a while to see if there were any survivors. Finally, I heard the cry of the baby from under the bed, and then I found you!"
"Then you took me to the fairy world, right?"
"That's right, not only bring you, but also the corpses of 329 people from the Dongji God Palace. The tomb outside the house is their resting place." Old Zhong nodded and said.
"What?" Xihe was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, her family was buried in this cemetery.
Before today, Mr. Zhong had never told Xihe about these tomb owners, but just asked her to visit and worship every day of the year.
"Every 12 20th lunar month, you ask me to visit my grave and worship. Did my whole family be killed in the 20th lunar month? That day was their day of worship?"
"That's right, but I don't want you to live with hatred, so I haven't told you. Since you asked today, I'll tell you the truth. You have lived for more than 200,000 years. You have your own opinions. Whether to let go or take revenge is up to you!" Mr. Zhong nodded and said.
"Avenge! The whole family must be avenged!" Xihe said gritting his teeth.
"The twelve murderers can work together to kill the Dongji God King, and they are probably not ordinary people. In my opinion, it is better not to die! At least you live in the fairy world, and you will not be noticed by your enemies if you don't step into the god world." Old Zhong couldn't help but persuade Xihe, so as not to be blinded by hatred and do something stupid.