After leaving the drug store, Dongfang Zimo walked quickly across several streets, his pace seemed a little impatient.
After passing through the noisy streets, the road ahead became more and more remote, and there were even few people.
After walking quickly for nearly half an hour, a hut that looked very simple appeared in front of us.
There is a crooked fence standing outside the yard, and there is a vegetable garden inside.
But Dongfang Zimo didn't even look at it, and pushed the hut away with ease.
"Zijian, I brought the holy medicine!" Dongfang Zimo suppressed his excitement and rushed straight into the bedroom.
I saw a skinny man lying on the bed in the bedroom, and next to him was a dilapidated table, with a letter and a sword as black as ink left on the table.
But no one responded to him.
Dongfang Zimo frowned and called a few more times to the bed.
Seeing that there was still no response, Dongfang Zimo carefully put the back of his hand into the other person's mouth and nose.
After a long while, Dongfang Zimo sighed, with a look of regret on his face.
The man in front of me has been dead for a long time and has become a cold corpse.
After Dongfang Zimo sighed, he felt helpless again.
The holy medicine that I had worked so hard to obtain was still a step too late.
Dongfang Zimo was filled with regret, and only regretted that he had not been able to get the holy medicine immediately.
Many years ago, the owner of this house went out to sea to catch fish. Unfortunately, he encountered bad weather, including thunderstorms, which was very scary.
Just as the man was hurriedly returning to the ship, he encountered Dongfang Zimo who had fallen into the water, and regardless of his own safety, he got off the boat and rescued him.
After waking up, Dongfang Zimo fell seriously ill and could not even remember his life experience.
Fortunately, the owner of this house didn't bother to take him in, and even gave him a name, and that's how he became Dongfang Zimo.
For Dongfang Zimo, Zijian is not only his savior, but also his life and death friend.
After Zijian's death, Dongfang Zimo was heartbroken.
After a long pause, Dongfang Zimo recalled that there was a letter left by Zijian on his desk.
After looking through it, Dongfang Zimo stared at the sword beside him suspiciously.
It is more like a long blade than a sword. The sword body is not only thin, but also slightly longer than an ordinary sword.
This sword has a simple style and is as black as ink, giving people an extremely dangerous feeling.
"Zijian said in the letter that this sword is actually my sword?"
After bringing Dongfang Zimo back that day, Zijian hurriedly placed the sword in the warehouse and forgot to take it out because he was busy rescuing people.
It was just before the deadline that I remembered that I had such a precious sword, so I finally told him in a letter.
"I never thought I had such a thing? Who was I when I was alive?" Dongfang Zimo couldn't remember his life experience, and his head hurt even slightly when he tried to recall the previous things.
After a while, Dongfang Zimo was shaking and sweating profusely. He was so frightened that he stopped recalling the past.
Dongfang Zimo put down the sword and looked at it carefully. For some reason, when he got the sword, he suddenly felt that the object was very familiar but also a little scary.
However, Dongfang Zimo didn't think too much. At the moment, it was most important to take care of his savior's funeral.
At the foot of the mountain, on a flat slope, amid the curling clouds and smoke, I saw a young man burning some paper money in front of a grave.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves and a person's shout suddenly came from not far away.
"There are fireworks over there! The person is right in front! Chase him quickly!"
Soon, the sound got closer and closer until it was less than ten feet away from Dongfang Zimo before it stopped.
But Dongfang Zimo still stood there, not even looking at anyone.
"But this person?"
A majestic voice pointed at Dongfang Zimo and asked others. This man had white hair on his temples and was an old man.
"Sir! It was this thief who killed the eldest young master!" A man replied without hesitation. It turned out that this man was one of Meng Wu's attendants.
After Meng Wu was beaten to death on the street by Dongfang Zimo, the attendant hurried back to his house to report the incident.
The old man was obviously Meng Wu's father. As soon as he heard about this, he hurriedly led more than a dozen people to come. After asking all the way, they learned that Dongfang Zimo was here.
Dongfang Zimo, who was guarding the grave, felt helpless when he learned that the contestant that day was accidentally injured by him.
Seeing the dozen or so people coming to accuse them angrily, they just glanced at them lightly and continued to guard the grave.
Obviously Dongfang Zimo has not yet gotten over the grief of Zijian's death, and only thinks that it is his own fault. If he had gotten the holy medicine in time, Zijian would not have left.
"You're still pretending to be calm when you're about to die! Hit me! Beat me hard!" As soon as the old man saw the murderer, he struck cruelly to relieve his anger.
After receiving the order, the attendants who had been waiting for a long time punched and kicked one by one.
I thought that the other party would still resist and had some scruples, but seeing that the other party was still standing there stupidly and not fighting back, the attendants killed him without any hesitation.
When the old man was looking to relieve his anger, he suddenly saw a grave nearby. He immediately remembered that he had just lost his son not long ago, and his facial features gradually became gloomy and distorted.
The old man, blinded by anger, immediately dismounted and planned to destroy the tomb himself to vent his anger at the loss of his son.
On the other side, under the beating of more than a dozen people, Dongfang Zimo was knocked to the ground. His whole body was blocked by the attendants who surrounded him, and he had no idea what was about to happen.
Soon, there was the sound of ping-pong-pong-pong and the sound of jars breaking.
Dongfang Zimo, who was beaten to the ground, secretly felt that something was wrong, so he used strong strength to throw away the person who was pressing on him.
I happened to see the old man destroying Zijian's grave, and I felt a surge of anger.
"Stop!" Dongfang Zimo shouted angrily and rushed over to stop the old man's behavior.
But as soon as he wanted to go over, he was blocked by several people in front, and four or five people surrounded him behind him, staring at him with sneer faces.
Seeing that the owner of this tomb was so important to him, the old man even wanted to destroy the tomb.
"You two come over and dig out the body from this grave, and bury it with this person later!" The old man gave the order, and two people immediately came over and started digging the grave.
Although Dongfang Zimo was beaten and bruised, he still managed to get rid of several people with his own strength.
"Go away! I'll send you to the West later!" The old man was a little surprised when he saw Dongfang Zimo rushing out from the crowd of more than a dozen men, but he still kicked him to the ground.
"You beat my son to death, how could I let you die in such a comfortable way? I only blame this person for having something to do with you, and being implicated by you, I won't be able to die peacefully!" A strange smile gradually appeared on the old man's face.
"you dare!"
"Um?"
The smile on the old man's face suddenly froze, his eyes showed fear, and he took a step back involuntarily.
"ah!!!"
With screams one after another, the old man and a dozen people around him died under the light of the sword.
The whole process only took a few breaths, and more than a dozen corpses fell into a pool of blood.