[PS: Today is my brother’s 20th birthday. This is a big day. The box must go. For some reason, the update is disconnected. There will be no updates in the afternoon. The box will be replenished in the evening. Maybe you can see that the box is working hard to suppress the shelves.
Time is because I don’t want to lose readers so early. So now the update of the box is accelerated, and I strive to complete the update of 10,000 words every day. I hope everyone can give me your support. When the dragging is no longer possible, the box will be put on the shelves. If there are friends who like "Unknown"
, never give up, because the subsequent chapters will be more complete! Finally, I wish my brother a happy birthday!]
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When death comes, many fragments may appear in the mind. At this moment, Siyu only has helplessness in his mind——
Come to think of it: I didn't die at the hands of wolves; I didn't die by the Ice Soul Pond; I didn't die in that terrifying nameless forest, but I had to die in my family's holy land.
This irony is stronger than anything else.
The book once said: When a person's heart rate accelerates to a limit at a certain moment, then he will find that time flows very slowly...
This is how Siyu feels now, as if time has stopped. The moment of waiting for death is magnified infinitely. Siyu closes her eyes and listens quietly to her ears. Occasionally, she can hear the weak breathing of the mistress.
"Hey, mistress."
I'm afraid that what Siyu can't let go of the most now is her mistress. She suddenly opened her eyes, and Siyu stared blankly ahead... There was nothingness, only a vast expanse of white.
"The sword...where did the sword go?"
"Hmm...cow!"
Siyu muttered to himself in a daze, but was startled by the mistress' slightly joyful call.
"Xiao San, how are you?"
Holding Xiaosan, Siyu's heart was bleeding. Xiaosan was in a very bad condition now. He didn't know what that sword was. At this time, Xiaosan's body was covered with wounds of all sizes, and there was a faint purple-black bruise on the wound.
, if Siyu looks carefully, he will find that those purple-black bruises are slowly devouring the intact skin of the mistress.
"Hmm... Niu..." Golden blood slowly began to flow from the corners of Xiao San's mouth and eyes. After looking at Si Yu for the last time, Xiao San closed his eyes weakly.
"Xiao San, don't scare me,... wake up!"
Siyu was crying. This was the first time he had cried in four years.
The surrounding rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to slowly dissipate and became thinner. In front of it, three groups of cyan halos appeared faintly——
"My child, come here."
An old voice came from the front. The voice seemed to have traveled through time and was imprinted in the depths of Siyu's soul.
Without any warning, Siyu's brain shook, and a powerful spiritual force poured into his brain. Just like countless ants devouring his body, Siyu's soul was like being covered by a black cloth, losing all its
luster.
With his limbs stretched out weakly, Siyu found that after the voice sounded, his body seemed to be controlled, and he could not resist at all. It was as if the voice was an order, an order that he could never resist.
Like a puppet being led on a string, under Siyu's disbelieving eyes, he stood up slowly and walked towards the deepest part of Wanjian Pond.
During this process, Siyu was like a spectator. He completely lost control of his body, leaving only his consciousness in his mind. Siyu watched in horror as "himself" walked towards the end step by step.
——Pull away the white fog and reappear the blue sky.
Naturally, these words were not meant for Siyu. After Siyu was "brought" here rudely, the inexplicable power was sucked away from his body. All the pressure suddenly disappeared, and Siyu's legs shook.
He sat softly and dangerously on the ground, breathing heavily. His pale cheeks slowly regained a little color.
When consciousness returned to her body, Siyu moved her fingers and slowly stood up, only then could she clearly see the scene in front of her.
This sight almost frightened him.
There were three people in front of him. To be precise, they were three phantoms. It was not surprising that there were people in front of him. From the sound that just came, Siyu had expected that there might be someone behind the white mist. However, Siyu did not expect it.
Yes, this person would be so terrifying.
Frightened, Siyu took two steps back, slowly plucked up the courage, and began to look at the three phantoms in front of him.
These three people looked very familiar, and Siyu seemed to vaguely remember where he had seen them. And what surprised Siyu was that these three people were wearing Taoist robes of the Ximen family, which could be seen from the golden flying sword symbols on their sleeves.
Identify it.
However, each of these three people had serious injuries on their bodies. Although they were phantoms, those wounds were still clearly visible.
The man on the left looked like a scholar, with a green face and white teeth, and a smile. But Siyu saw that a huge blood hole was cut out of his left chest by some unknown weapon, and the heart inside was also cut into pieces.
It was shattered into pieces.
The man in the middle was an old man with an immortal spirit. But he was missing an arm. Siyu took a closer look and found that there was an extremely inconspicuous sword mark on the old man's neck, which should be fatal.
of a sword.
The one on the right, Siyu couldn't see what he looked like, because half of his face had been neatly cut off, and one eye was still hanging out. The gray-white brain and blood were mixed, and it was indescribable horror. In his eyes
There was also a wound on his abdomen. Siyu only saw a dark wound, which should be where the Nascent Soul was.
Siyu tried hard to calm down the turmoil in his stomach and raised his eyes again. He found that the injuries on these three people were all fatal, but there was no sign of pain on their faces, and they still looked at them with smiles.
Hold yourself.
"You...are you alive or..."
The phantom in the middle laughed, "You can think of us as dead, or you can think of us as still alive."
Siyu shook his head in confusion, but when he looked at them again, he felt less fear and more respect.
——I’m afraid this respect is also because they are wearing the Taoist robes of the Ximen family.
"Life and death are inherently reincarnations of cause and effect. Death is just another life, death after life, life after death, life and death, life and death. Causes and conditions continue, and reincarnation is immortal..."
Siyu still shook his head, "Who are you, and why are you in the holy land of my Ximen family?"
The three people in front of them laughed at the same time, "Junior, please answer me a question first." One of the middle men continued to speak, "Tell me, who is the head of the Ximen family now?"
"My grandfather, Ximen Chen."
The three of them looked thoughtful, and suddenly the person on the left slapped his head and shouted: "It's that boy. The third child should still remember that boy was so talented back then, and he was called... a peerless prodigy."
The man on the right also nodded, "I remembered it. I didn't expect that this kid could really climb to the top."
There is no doubt that a person who can take the position of Ximen Clan leader will definitely not be able to convince the public if he does not have peerless cultivation.
Siyu was extremely surprised now. The three seemingly familiar but terrifying people in front of him actually called his grandfather "boy". You must know that Ximen Chen is now nearly three hundred years old.
"Junior, don't be surprised. Even if that boy Ximen Chen comes here in person, he still has to call us - ancestors." The scholar on the left seemed to notice Siyu's doubts and smiled nonchalantly.
"Ancestor... Ancestor?!"
Siyu secretly bit the tip of his tongue and was sure that he was not dreaming. The reason why Siyu looked at the three phantoms in broad daylight without being frightened was because he had extraordinary perseverance and character. But at this moment, these three ghosts were in front of him.
When the same phantom tells him that he is his ancestor, the shock it brings is absolutely regrettable.
Siyu calmed down and thought about it carefully.
The three people in front of them saw that the surprise in Siyu's eyes quickly calmed down, and they were all a little surprised. Looking at Siyu's delicate cheeks, the three of them thought silently at the same time - What a piece of jade.