Ming Shiyin felt that as long as he left Chunhua Palace, he would be able to live well, and there would never be a darker place than there.

He wanted to run away, farther. Even if there is blood on the leg, it doesn't matter.

He gritted his teeth and limped towards the populated area. He just wanted to know where he was now.

Ming Shiyin walked for three days and three nights before he found this desolate Woyu Village in the wilderness of the mountains.

The people there looked at Ming Shiyin and only thought he was a strange person.

As for Tianxiang Country, I have never heard of it.

Ming Shiyin's eyes lit up with excitement as he finally escaped from that nightmarish place.

While he breathed a sigh of relief, he only felt hungry and cold. The injuries on his body were getting worse because he didn't have treatment.

Ming Shiyin wandered for a long time on the dirt road in the small village, and finally mustered up the courage to push open the door of a medical center.

He prayed in a low voice that the doctor would heal him, and that he could do anything in return. The doctor just spat at Ming Shiyin and scolded the stinky beggar. And they beat him out viciously.

After Ming Shiyin was knocked out of the door, he just bit his lip and remained silent. His face was blue, and he lived like a dead man.

Many of the wounds on his body were infected, and some of the flesh was already stuck to his clothes.

In fact, he is a very clean person, and the cups he used used had to be polished before he could drink water. And now he stood sloppy in the crowd, cowering and shivering.

He suddenly hated the world very much, the kind of hatred he hated so much.

He hated his father and mercilessly ordered his mother to be killed. He hated his own brother even more like his father, and used him as a sacrifice sacrifice.

He even hated killing Chun Teng, he always felt that his hands were stained with Chun Teng's blood, and the more he thought about it, the more disgusting he became, and he wanted to vomit that kind of disgust.

But there was nothing he could do, and it seemed that nothing could be changed. It seems that God has already grabbed his fate by the throat, and he is just dying.

For several days, no one would give him anything to eat.

and regarded him as a beggar, and disliked him incomparably. He didn't even have a roof to sleep on, just leaning against a dirty earthen wall.

Ming Shiyin leaned against the muddy and heavy earthen wall, his eyes were dizzy from hunger, and he was very thirsty, and the corners of his chapped lips were bloodless, only cracks.

His bloody hands groped for the ground, hoping to find something to eat. He touched it around, and there were only some mud clods.

Suddenly, he shoved a piece of mud into his mouth and began to chew. He was so hungry that he could chew on something.

His mouth was full of sand and stones, rough and unpleasant, and the next second, he vomited the mud out of his stomach.

Ming Shiyin hates this world even more.

He was determined to live, no matter how difficult it was. Not only does he want to live, but he wants to live better than everyone else.

He wants to find the monk who once sacrificed the ghost peony to the Heavenly Fragrance Kingdom and unlock the curse of the ghost peony. And revenge! He will spare all those who have caused his misfortune today!

Ming Shiyin almost collapsed at this time, and his eyes were sad. He suddenly reached out and touched his neck tremblingly. From the neck, he felt a thin rope, and a piece of white jade like clotted fat hung on the string.

The white jade is natural, without carving, warm and soft. There are whiteboards on both sides, with no carvings, except for a small lotus mark at the bottom.

Ming Shi looked at Bai Yu in a daze, and after a while, he squinted and smiled, like a warm spring breeze.

This was the jade his mother had given him, and it was the only thing he felt had warmth in this world, and he regarded it as a treasure.

On the day he was taken to sacrifice, his mother was given to death because she wept incessantly and angered his father.

It seems that overnight, he lost everything.

Honorable glory and gentle mother, he alone is helpless in the face of this sudden everything.

Ming Shiyin felt that he could do without anything, but this piece of jade was just like his life. His bloody hands clenched the jade fat tightly in his hands and stared.

A few ill-intentioned teenagers in the small village stared at Ming Shiyin who was cowering in the corner at this time.

Originally, this strange beggar made their small village feel very abrupt. And now this beggar seems to have something valuable in his hands.

This aroused the interest of those gangsters.

"Look! That beggar is going to die! ”

"You see, he still has a piece of jade in his hand, and it seems to be very valuable!"

"He's going to die anyway, so it's better to grab it."

Several teenagers muttered, and looked Ming Shiyin up and down again.

Ming Shiyin looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, which was about the same age as theirs. And he looks like he is injured, and he is even better bullied, so he doesn't have to be afraid of him at all.

After several teenagers glanced at each other, the majestic and high-spirited Chao Ming Shiyin strode over.

"Hey! Out-of-town, give me the jade around your neck! ”

A black fat man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist walked over first and stood in front of Ming Shiyin.

His name is Luo Erhu, and he is the son of a village butcher.

His face was full of flesh, his arms were thick and powerful, and his fat stomach could be seen that he had good oil and water, and he ate very strongly.

Ming Shiyin's clear eyes glanced at the fat man, and he silently turned his face away. He put the jade around his neck back into his clothes and turned sideways.

He would rather die than hand over the jade.

Because at this moment, in his eyes, this piece of jade is the only object that contains memories of the past.