Time seems to stand still in this moment, forever.

For three whole days, Han Hao knelt at the head of the bed motionless, looking at Aunt Qin on the bed stupidly, her mind was blank.

On the fourth day, Han Hao, who was kneeling at the head of the bed, fell to the ground, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.

"Hey!" a sigh rang out from the ancient temple.

"The seven worlds of sins have been reincarnated, you can't resist it after all, why don't I feel the pleasure of revenge!" An illusory figure floated out from the center of Han Hao's eyebrows, looking at Han Hao lying on the ground and sighed.

"Forget it, it is because of me that you and I have fallen into this situation today, Haotian will no longer owe you you from today onwards!" Lixuan's illusory body clasped his hands together, and the countless spiritual energy around him poured into Han Hao's body with a finger in his hand.

Han Hao, who was already dying, suddenly became ruddy, and his skin slowly brightened up. Countless spiritual qi poured into his veins to improve his physique, and a large amount of black impurities were discharged from the body along the pores, forming a thick black shell on the surface of his body.

"It's ridiculous to say, when I first started, Senior Brother, you also cut the marrow for me, just like I do now. Li Xuan said in a mocking tone.

Scenes of the past surfaced in front of Lixuan's eyes.

That year.

"Senior brother, is this our sect?" the young Lixuan took Haotian's hand and followed closely.

That year.

"Senior brother, you can hold back, senior brother, after washing your muscles, you can also fly freely in the sky like senior brother" Haotian kindly stroked Lixuan's head.

That year.

"Haha, senior brother, I can already fly, if the master and sister know, they will definitely be happy for me!"

That year.

"Senior brother, do you think the second senior sister will marry me?"

"Maybe!" Hearing Li Xuan's words, Haotian's expression was a little unnatural.

That year.

"When I pass away, I will marry Qian'er to Haotian, and Haotian will inherit the position of the sect master!" Haotian's master left a will when he was confused.

That year.

"Haha, Haotian, my good senior brother, are you very heartbroken when your senior sister is dead! Blame you, it's all because of you and I that I did this!" Li Xuan shouted hysterically with a sword in his hand and still dripping blood. Haotian in the distance was wearing a bright red groom's robe, and she was holding Qian'er in her arms tightly in her arms, but she had been dead for a long time at the moment with her eyes closed.

That year.

"Senior brother, don't you still admit your guilt at this moment?" asked Haotian with the tip of the sword in one hand and pointed directly at Lixuan's throat.

"Haha, it's been 100,000 years, Senior Brother Haotian, you make me confess my sins every time, where does my sin come from? Since you say that I am guilty, this is the sin talisman of the Seventh Generations that I have condensed with my life's work, you can accompany me, a good junior brother, to experience the taste of the Atonement of the Seventh Generation!"

"Boom!" After a loud bang, the figures of the two disappeared in place.

The first Haotian was born as a beggar and begged for life. The second Haotian was born in prison and has never stepped out of prison in his life. The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth generations of Haotian were the fallen princes, and they were chased and killed by people all their lives. Now it's in the seventh life.

At this moment, Lixuan's whole person has run out of oil and the lamp has dried up.

"Senior brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I was guilty..." Two tears fell from the corners of his eyes on Lixuan's illusory body, and then the whole person slowly disappeared into the ancient temple.

Half a month later.

The originally clear sky suddenly rained heavily, and the ancient temple, which was already dilapidated, looked particularly desolate in the rain. Han Hao ran out of the temple in a frenzy, laughing loudly in his mouth, and kept running towards the front in the rain, and his figure soon disappeared in the heavy rain.

I don't know when a new tomb has been built in the ancient temple, the soil of the new tomb is stained with blood, and a wooden board is erected in front of the tomb with the words: Aunt Qin's tomb - Hao'er Li. All seven words are written in blood.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and one person died and one person left, but it had no effect on the ancient temple, which still stood on the barren mountain, but some of the utensils left inside proved that there were once people living here.

Five years later.

"Man, bring me half a catty of beef and a bottle of bamboo leaf green!"

"Hey, you're coming!" a young man of fifteen or sixteen years of age bent over his shoulders with a white-washed rag on his shoulder, and hurried up with food and drinks.

"Guest, this is the wine you want, this is the beef you want!" the young man put the wine and food on the table and turned to leave.

"Brother Hao is tired, you put it down first, wipe your sweat!" The guy turned around and went to the back kitchen, and a girl quickly took out a handkerchief from the placket of her clothes and wiped the sweat on the guy's head lightly.

"Thank you Lian'er, I'm not tired!" the guy looked at the girl in front of him with a gentle face.

"You stink to death, I'll boil you some hot water when I'm done, you can take a hot shower quickly!" said the girl with a smile pretending to cover her nose.

"Han Hao, the second table is here, hurry up and serve!" At this moment, the shopkeeper shouted in front.

"Father, let me come! Brother Hao, you can rest for a while!" the girl hurriedly agreed, and turned to Han Hao and admonished.

"Okay, then you go, be careful!" After a busy day, today's business is exceptionally good, and Han Hao really feels a little tired.

Han Hao was in a trance after running out of the ancient temple that day, and suddenly received the memories of his past and present lives, which made him a little unbearable, and he didn't know how long he had run and how far he had run, and finally fainted on the side of the road until he met He Lian'er, the shopkeeper of this restaurant, brought him back.

For a few days, Han Hao didn't eat, drink or speak, the shopkeeper thought he was mute, and seeing that he was so young, he couldn't bear to let him wander alone and leave him in the store to do chores, this was five years, and the shopkeeper treated him as if he was his own son.

"Lixuan, Lixuan, why are you so suffering!" Thinking of the past, Han Hao's heart was full of bitterness.

"Let go of me, let go of me, Brother Hao, save me!" Just as Han Hao was distracted, Lian'er's cry for help suddenly came from the front hall, and Han Hao hurriedly put down the handkerchief in his hand and ran out of the back hall.

"Hehe, I didn't expect there to be a beauty like you in this shabby tavern, come on, come on, my own young master, I'll take you home and enjoy your happiness!" In the front hall, a young man in a fancy dress grabbed Lian'er's arm with one hand, and put a finger on Lian'er's chin with the other.