Z City says that it is not big, and it is not small when it is small.

Zhou Muhai's current strength can come and go freely among the zombies, zombie animals, and mutated flora and fauna that have become more amazing in the last six years.

On the day that Lin Jiu and his disciples arrived at the Donghua Safety Zone, Zhou Muhai said goodbye to his master that night and went all the way to Z City. This is his hometown, six years ago he experienced the great sorrow and great rise of this life here, and Zhou Muhai will never forget this place when he dies.

Zhou Muhai sat cross-legged on top of the flying sword, and under his feet was the ruins completely covered by a thick green.

Then there was Nanhua, at this time the sky was completely dark, the power in the Nanhua safety zone was not widespread, the searchlights on the city wall scanned back and forth, Zhou Muhai avoided the boundary where Nanhua was located early, and left from the side.

It's okay to be seen, but trouble can be avoided...... Bypassing Nanhua, we headed all the way to the southeast, and soon arrived at City Z.

The night was dark, and the small Z city had been hidden in the lush mutated plants, and the location of the small mountain villa had all become a barren.

Zhou Muhai's parents were buried in the field next to the courtyard where they lived at the beginning of the apocalypse, and the field had been completely covered by mutated plants, leaving only a small open space around the grave, and a stone tablet stood in front of the tomb, which had been covered with dust.

In the first year that Zhou Muhai followed Lin Jiu to learn the formation, he set up a ban around his parents' graves, except for this small piece of tomb, the surrounding fields were completely covered with greenery.

Zhou Muhai stood in front of the tombstone, stretched out his hand to brush away the dust on the tombstone little by little, and the handwriting was revealed - the tomb of Zhou Xinyong and Hailing.

"Dad, Mom, Xiaohai is back to see you......"

Zhou Xinyong and Hai Ling died tragically that year, in order to prevent their bones from being infected by the zombie virus, Zhou Muhai made the decision and buried their parents' bodies together after burning them.

Zhou Muhai still remembers that when the end of the world broke out, his parents sandwiched him in the middle and desperately took him to the big shopping mall that had not yet officially opened.

He remembered that it was the winter vacation of the fifth grade, and at the end of the semester he took the first place in his class, and the mall was where his parents promised him to take him to buy toys and snacks when they opened.

He leaned on the window of his home, watching the mall across the road hang more and more banners about its opening, anxiously looking forward to the day it opened.

It failed to open in the end, Zhou Muhai waited for zombies all over the place, his parents who desperately rushed home to confirm his safety, and the next family of three fled on the line of life and death......

It was the confusion that Wei Xiaoyan's team brought back to the village, the sudden collapse of his peaceful life, the excessive frightening and intermittent high fever, and the starvation without food and water.

Zhou Muhai still remembers the desperation of waiting for his mother to feed him a sip of water in a daze with a stinky quilt on the Chase bunk.

Wei Xiaoyan was very harsh on the team members at the bottom, he almost died of illness, but it was his father who asked Lin Jiu for a chance to survive.

It's just because of an extra mouthful of water, a few extra tablets of antipyretics...... The mother was insulted, the father fought to no avail, and could only watch the tragedy happen, and finally was beaten to death.

Moments before the tragedy, his father pushed him out and asked him to go to Lin Jiu for help, he remembered that his mind was a terrible blank at that time, he didn't know what happened, he just felt terrible.

He didn't dare to think deeply, so he could only follow his father's instructions, and stumbled desperately to run towards Lin Jiu's yard outside the village. He remembered his father's last words, don't ask for help and don't come back, obediently, just ask Captain Lin to accept him.

The small village that accommodates a team of four survivors in the last days, there are people in each house, everyone is living indifferently and breathlessly, many people saw him along the way, and they looked away as if they didn't see him, only Lin Jiu could see him.

He remembered that the temperature seemed to be unusually high that day, and he ran on dirt roads covered with yellow sand, running on hot asphalt roads, and fell, and his hands were covered with melted asphalt.

In the end, he didn't follow his father's instructions and only begged Lin Jiu to accept him, he looked up and saw Lin Jiu's eyes, which were different from everyone else, clean and stable eyes full of emotions.

Lin Jiu took him back to the village, and under the witness of the other captains, he disposed of the person in charge of Wei Xiaoyan's team, which was also the first time he killed someone.

Every year after that, every time at this time, Zhou Muhai, who was not busy with trivial matters and cultivation in the sect, would be torn open the scars in his heart.

Six years have passed in a flash, and he is no longer the child who needs his parents to desperately protect him to have a glimmer of life, he is now the only disciple of Shizun, the senior brother of the disciples of the Qianshan Sect, and a monk who has already had a mid-level cultivation in the fusion period.

It's just that all this is too late for Zhou Xinyong and his wife, who have been lying in the tomb for six years.

The stronger he is, the more he can't let go of Zhou Muhai's heart, and the ordinary sick boy who needs shelter in his memory has always lived in his heart.

Especially after the cultivation broke through to the fusion period, the shadow of that child would appear in Zhou Muhai's sea of knowledge from time to time.

If he didn't guess wrong, then it was probably a demon.

That child always appeared quietly when he was full of ambition, silently appearing behind him, and as long as Zhou Muhai turned around, he could see the gloomy eyes on the face that were so thin that his cheeks were sunken.

With the smell of blood, there is a lonely tomb behind him.

Zhou Muhai took out the food and wine used to pay tribute from the storage ring, in the last days, no living person can eat enough, and the act of sacrifice is enough to be called luxury to a certain extent.

Summoning clean water to rinse the tombstone, Zhou Muhai took out a lot of yellow paper and lit it in front of the tomb, the thin and soft paper quickly curled up under the swallowing of the flames, turning into a ball of ashes, Zhou Muhai sat cross-legged on the futon, a little distracted.

If he wanted to bring the ashes of Zhou Xinyong and his wife back to the Qianshan Sect for offerings, Shizun would not stop him, Zhou Muhai had thought about this matter a few years ago, but he never started to do it.

It wasn't until Lin Jiu mentioned it the night before that Zhou Muhai fell into hesitation again.

Lin Jiu naturally loves him, and he won't have any opinions about him because of such a thing, because he doesn't want to move the grave of Zhou Xinyong and his wife, he is afraid, in such a close place, his parents look at his current life, and he always feels guilty.

He is now above 10,000 people under one person, and his life is even better, all of which were exchanged for the lives of Zhou Xinyong and his wife...... After they endured such suffering and tragic deaths, will they have resentment towards him now?

Because of such a layer of knots, Zhou Muhai would rather disappear from the Qianshan Sect for more than ten days every year than bring the ashes of Zhou Xinyong and his wife back to the Qianshan Sect for burial.

Now the problem is placed in front of Zhou Muhai again, Zhou Muhai stared at the tombstone in front of him, the smiling faces of his parents before the end of the world had been blurred in front of him little by little, he only remembered the tragic situation when his mother died, and only remembered the blood on his father's body when he died.

It was a blind, black-tinged red, sticky little by little in the scorching air, releasing a rancid smell that spread from his hands and eventually swallowed him all.

He may not be able to escape for the rest of his life, even if he is reborn from an ordinary person to a monk, it seems that he will not be able to do much.

In fact, he is still him, the same timid and useless kid six years ago.

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