"On the other side of the thorn of buried blood, despair sings in agony. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The light obscured and the crows retreated.

Seek the guidance of the usher, and lead to the return of the old ones."

"What is it referring to?" Yuan Hui asked after waiting for Ye Sheng's voice to end.

"It's like a prophecy, it's like a poem."

The line between prophecy and poetry has always been quite blurred.

Before and after, there was this proverb on the map, Ye Sheng flipped back and forth several times, but Ye Sheng didn't find the answer.

Until the sky gradually darkened, Ye Sheng continued to stay in the small town of Sagu, while Yuan Ai Hao took advantage of the night to leave quietly.

Originally, Ye Sheng asked Yuan Ei to come here just so that he could accept the task of teaming up for meritorious service, and she had other things to do - to go to the demon clan.

This made Ye Sheng can't help but think of the task that Pisbill issued to him, and his head couldn't help but hurt, except for the place where the demons are sealed, there is no other way to lead to the demons?

After being stunned for a while, Ye Sheng continued to think about this proverb.

"The Other Side of the Blood Thorn"

Ye Sheng couldn't help but shake his head, and while checking the information he had seen, he surveyed the places around this ancient town.

Ye Sheng had already gone around a few times with the original painting haze before, but the night was different from the day after all.

Walking under the sparkling moonlight, the soft white light was particularly conspicuous, even making Ye Sheng think that he had come to the moonlight corridor in the Forest of Life.

The level of the monsters around Sagu Town is not high, about the tenth level, Ye Sheng, who has the aura of a second-order powerhouse, the monsters dare not get too close, and because of this, he can also think quietly.

Since there are descendants of demons in the small town of Sagu, it is obvious that this so-called 'homecoming' may be near here.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't break into the NPC's house at night, Ye Sheng would have broken into the door and asked the mayor if there was anything strange around.

Halfway through the walk, Ye Sheng really discovered something different.

In the north of Sagu Town, there was an unobtrusive pile of pit stones, which looked ordinary during the day, but at night Ye Sheng could smell a trace of blood that was extremely imperceptible.

He guessed that it might be because he was in the dark, which blinded his vision and made his sense of smell more sensitive.

However, this trace of blood smell was too faint, and after observing it for a while, Ye Sheng felt that it might have been an illusion before.

Returning to the hotel, Ye Sheng, who came out of the virtual cabin, was still in a slight trance subconsciously.

Sometimes the longer you stay in the game world, the more you will lose the difference between reality and virtuality, as if you should be in the Treas continent instead of the Blue Star.

Fortunately, Ye Sheng's spiritual power was relatively high, and he recovered in just a moment.

"Xin Wei, help me order a white bouquet."

Ye Sheng couldn't see any expression on his face, Xin Wei felt a little wrong, but still nodded in response.

"The bouquet is expected to arrive in fifteen minutes, please be patient."

With this time, Ye Sheng dealt with the accumulated information, which was basically useless, including the original painting of the ghost face and Hua Zui Lan were also in the game, so naturally they didn't send him a message in reality.

"Ding-the bouquet has arrived, the guest has checked~"

A girly humanoid robot knocked on the door, placed the bouquet on the table, and then bowed 90 degrees away.

"Dear, remember to give a good review."

The bouquet was picked up by Ye Sheng, and it was surrounded by white daisies, lilies, and white roses, and a few purple stars in the middle, making people feel pure and beautiful.

Opened the tightly closed window, Ye Sheng deftly got out of it, jumped up and landed in one go, and his figure disappeared from the scout's field of vision like a ghost.

"What is he going to do?"

"Who knows, we can't stop it, continue to play "Freedom" after this class, whatever."

The sound of talking reached Ye Sheng's ears along the wind, and he came to the street and hailed a car without paying attention.

In reality, it was also in the middle of the night.

Ye Sheng looked at the scene that kept flashing outside the car window, and his mind kept rolling about his mother.

He never understood why his father didn't tell him about his mother, but the dead were gone, and it would always be an unsolvable mystery to the living.

Gradually, the place where Ye Sheng was began to become more and more barren, and when he was about to reach the outskirts, he looked more seriously from afar, and in a moment he saw a cemetery with stairs upward, all with gray stone monuments, and his father was in one of them.

After getting out of the car, Ye Sheng skillfully went up around a few patches of over-nutrient weeds and came to a stone monument on the right.

Before he got close to Ye Sheng, he saw a figure in front of his father's stone tablet.

"Fourth Uncle—"

Ye Sheng shouted respectfully, those who can still remember his father now, except for Uncle Le, he can't think of anyone else, and he knows very well that this uncle took care of his father and him when he was a child, so naturally he will not be angry with him because of the incident of Chixiamen.

Uncle Le, who was the same generation as his father back then, also had a little more frost in his hair, and the years were always ruthless, he turned his head and looked at Ye Sheng with a little more emotion.

"Sheng'er, you're here."

Placing the bouquet in his hand side by side with another glass of wine, Ye Sheng nodded to Uncle Le.

"Come on, have a drink with me." Uncle Musician unscrewed the wine in front of the tombstone, took out two disposable cups, poured half a sound in front of the tombstone, and then added the wine to the glass.

"Sometimes I wonder if things would have been different if I had tried my best to keep your dad."

The wine is a clear liquor, flowing into the throat, the spicy rush to the nose, and the bottom of the heart is pouring into the warm current at the same time, the two martial arts practitioners did not use their luck to force the wine, still with the sense of wine, and they were silent for half a sound at the tombstone.

"No matter what, what should happen has to happen, and this is a situation that can't be escaped, whether it's for my dad or me."

Ye Sheng understood that he was blaming himself, and why didn't he, if he could be more obedient and disobedient when his father was alive, would he be able to make his father more comfortable?

"Hate, I hate the Federation too, but you have already stabbed the original murderer, and now that you are stable, then let go of the Federation."

In the face of Uncle Le's words, Ye Sheng didn't say a word, just filled the cup with wine again, sometimes it's not a good thing to have a good amount of wine, especially when you want to get drunk very much.

"Alas......"

Knowing what Ye Sheng meant, Uncle Le raised the wine bottle again and poured it in front of the tombstone.

"I know who my mother is, can you tell me why my father always hides it from me?"

With a hint of wine, Ye Sheng asked the question in his heart.