The mother was awakened by her son's voice, and the first thing she did when she opened her eyes was to reach out her hand. Her hands were so thin that only bones remained, and they trembled incessantly, as if they had used all their strength when they were raised. Her face was pale, her eyes protruding, and she looked like a dying patient.

"Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan......" The woman kept calling out her son's name.

"Mother, I've only been out for a morning, you ...... Why are you like this......" Yang Fan was heartbroken. Although my mother had been sick for ten days, the change in this morning was so great that it became worse than the ten days combined. remembered that before the siege of Shengcheng, her mother was the lady of the dignified country. At the age of less than forty, he is enough to compare a large number of young aristocratic daughters and ladies, and he is one of the best existences in the city.

But now...... Thinking of this, Yang Fan's heart felt like it was broken, and it hurt and hurt.

"Xiaofan, have you found something to eat?" asked her mother with concern.

"Nope. Mom, you must be hungry, aren't you? I'll look for it, I'll look for it now, you wait for me, I'll bring you something to eat. After speaking, Yang Fan immediately turned around and rushed out of the room.

"I'm fine, the key is you......" Before his mother finished speaking, Yang Fan had already run out. After a long time, two lines of tears flowed down from my mother's eyes, and my mother sighed: "Man, you are gone, only Xiaofan is left, no matter what, I will do everything I can to let him live." Although he fell ill since he was a child, his physique was weak, and it was difficult for him to become a soul guest. But even being an ordinary person is the inheritance of your bloodline. I must help you and keep your bloodline alive......"

Yang Fan rushed out of his mother's room. The moment he stepped out of the door, a ray of sunlight shone through the dilapidated window lattice and shone on his slightly pale face.

At this time, he seemed so helpless.

But he knew exactly what he was going to do at this time. In one morning, the mother has changed so much. Or perhaps, my mother has been like this for a long time, but I have never paid careful attention to my mother's gradual changes. This sudden discovery almost collapsed his courage to hold on.

He just wanted to find something to eat, to find food for his mother.

Although he didn't know where to look for it, he ran forward as fast as he could, as if if if if he could find it, the food would appear.

But gradually, Yang Fan couldn't run. A powerful force fell from the sky, his head, he gradually felt that his body and limbs could not be controlled, and the whole person was like a hedgehog curling his body, burying his head in his arms and squatting down. It was as if the sky had fallen.

Bang bang!

A loud sound sounded behind Yang Fan, Yang Fan only felt a tingling in his ears, his feet trembled slightly, and he was still holding his head, unable to raise his head.

I don't know how long it took before Yang Fan slowly raised his head and turned around in fear.

Behind him was the dust of the yard, Yang Fan covered it with one hand, and waved it in front of his eyes with the other hand, until the dust gradually dispersed, he was stunned to find that there was an extra person on the ground.

In the past month, Yang Fan has seen too many dead bodies and dying people, and he concluded at a glance that the person in front of him is dying, and he is afraid that he will not live long.

Yang Fan looked at the sky and secretly thought that he didn't need to make much judgment at all. How could this person be able to fall from such a high heaven? But how could this person go to such a high heaven?

When he looked around, he saw a fat man running wildly in the sky. The fat man just floated in the air out of thin air, and when he moved his feet, he brought a gust of air that was visible to the naked eye.

Although the appearance of this fat man running wild can be understood as a crazy dance, and his image is like a crazy bull, Yang Fan is still extremely adored and shocked in his heart!

He'd never seen anyone fly in the sky!

"I won! I finally won! Sue, you were defeated by me Tang in the end! Even if you defeated me thirty-eight times, I was the ultimate victor! I won ......"

The fat man roared wildly in the sky, and only when he gradually moved away did Yang Fan vaguely hear what he was saying.

It wasn't until the flying fat man completely disappeared in the sky that Yang Fan came to his senses and set his eyes on the dying man on the ground.

In terms of appearance, this person's image is much more pleasing to the eye than that of the fat man. With a handsome and mature face and a sturdy physique, even if he is dying, there is still a deep light in his eyes, as if there is a huge world hidden in his eyes. Yang Fan thought fairly, if this person was in a normal state, his bearing and charm would be much higher than that of his father Yang Juzheng.

Yang Fan couldn't believe that he actually had such an idea. Because the father is the highest in the heart of the son, but this idea arises from instinct and cannot be resisted.

Yang Fan hurriedly squatted down, patted the man, and shouted, "How are you? What can I do to help you?"

As soon as Yang Fan's hand touched him, his heart suddenly cooled, and he exclaimed in his heart: "This person's body is actually completely rotten! It seems that his body has exploded!" At the same time, he was shocked again, a person whose body was already in tatters had not yet swallowed his last breath.

"Tang, Tang, you despicable villain...... the man didn't even glance at Yang Fan, just stared at the sky blankly, and nagged angrily.

Until he stopped talking, Yang Fan continued to call him, but at this time, he couldn't make any more answers.

He kept his eyes open, but that look had already told Yang Fan that he was dead.

Yang Fan let go of his hand, took a step back, and squatted beside him.

Perhaps not so long ago, he was a hero of extraordinary strength and status. But now, it's just a dead body. Like many dead bodies in Shengcheng, they are at the mercy of others.

In an instant, a thought flashed through Yang Fan's mind. The thought prompted him to grasp the knife at his waist, and his face turned cold.

"Maybe it was God's will, or maybe it was God's gift to save my mother. I can starve, but she can't. ”

As soon as he made up his mind, Yang Fan no longer had any hesitation, and raised his knife to stab the dead body. Although he had never done it himself, he saw that the people around him had done too many such things, and he saw that he could see it. What's more, I can't take care of this situation so much.

"Father, this treasure knife is your most beloved treasure, but I use it to do such things. This is all to save my mother, please forgive ......"

Time passed minute by minute, Yang Fan was now sweating profusely, took off the part he needed on top of the corpse, and then dug a pit and buried the corpse on the spot. In the course of his series, he also found a red, slender sword on the corpse's body.