On the silent stone road, the wooden wheels of wheelchairs creaked, and the June night was so cold.

Forging room, grinding room, fan room, water room, warehouse, crushing room, batching room, feeding room, ornamentation room, sword casting room,...... The tall buildings standing on both sides of the road flashed one by one in the tears of immortality.

Eight years ago, his father Ye Tiexin went to Sanshui Town and opened a small workshop called Casting Sword Hall in the valley south of the town.

With the Ye family's superb sword-casting skills, the Sword Casting Hall soon became famous and expanded in scale, becoming the largest sword-casting workshop in the entire Liuhe County.

Changsheng spent eight carefree years here, and Hong Xiaowan, the beloved daughter of Hong Yuntao, the owner of Red Leaf Villa, is a childhood sweetheart, and the two have no guesses.

However, the accident three years ago completely changed his fate.

When his father, Ye Tiexin, was refining a piece of extraterrestrial meteoric iron, he suddenly had an accident.

The shattered furnace smashed his parents into a sieve on the spot, and more than a dozen red-hot pieces of iron were nailed into his body, discarding his legs.

To this day, a piece of iron is still stuck in his heart, bringing him endless nightmares and pain.

If this were not the case, how could Hong Yuntao's "love" be so precious in the past three years?

If it weren't for this, how could Hong Xiaowan's "never give up" make him willing to pay nine drops of natal essence blood and forge an ethereal sword for her?

At the end of the day, it's all a conspiracy.

Even the accident was not an accident, his parents were killed.

Ye Changsheng's eyes were full of tears, his fists were clenched, and his lips were already bitten and bleeding.

No, I'm not going to throw in the towel.

I am a genius swordsmith, I am the inheritor of the divine refining bloodline, I am the young hall master of the Sword Casting Hall, and I will never admit defeat.

I, Ye Changsheng, swear to the sky, I want to get back everything I lost, and I want to make those who have hurt me and the Ye family pay a hundredfold and a thousand times the price!

Wiping away his tears, Ye Changsheng turned his head sideways and said to Wang Dazhu: "Dazhui, from today on, you will move here and live with me, and you can't leave me an inch!"

In the last three months of his previous life, his cronies either disappeared or were transferred, and they were all replaced by Hong Yuntao's people.

By the time he woke up, it was too late.

Once again, how could Ye Changsheng let the tragedy happen again?

He has changed the fate of Sledgehammer, and he will surely change the fate of others

If his rebirth is just a dream, it should also be a dream without regrets, a dream of revenge, a hearty dream of revenge!

The sledgehammer, which has a simple temperament, still did not recover from the shock of the young hall master's murder, and nodded innocently for a moment.

Ye Changsheng felt the sledgehammer's hands trembling, and chuckled: "Let's go, let's go see the sunrise." ”

Watch the sunrise?!

Sledgehammer's eyes widened like cowbells, you, you just killed someone, and you still have the heart to watch the sunrise?

Immortality is not to see the sunrise, but to find answers.

He couldn't understand why he was reborn, why he was reborn three months ago.

Could it be that at the end of the desperation, there is some kind of supernatural power that can turn back time?

In his heart, an ambition that made him tremble more than once, growing like weeds.

If there is really some kind of incredible supernatural power at the end of the desperate end that can turn back time, is it also able to send him back to three years ago?

If he could go back to three years ago, his father and mother would not have died, and he would not have become a wasted person.

At the foot of the mountain, the carriage stopped jolting, but Changsheng's thoughts still fluctuated.

The two servants brought Changsheng down with his wheelchair and waited in place.

The sledgehammer pushed Changsheng's wheelchair and slowly walked along the path up the mountain, blending into the inky night.

Changsheng was a little trance, and the dusk of that death was also so cold.

Wan'er pushed him, smiling like a flower, and counted in his ear the conspiracies of the past three years, piercing his heart to a thousand holes and tearing it bloody.

Ye Changsheng bit his lip and pressed his stinging heart.

He was afraid that as soon as he let go, his broken heart would be torn apart again.

Can't shed tears, weep for a woman who doesn't deserve it, it's not worth it.

The moon is as cool as water, and the mountain breeze is blowing.

On the desperation end, the night breeze blows Changsheng's long hair hanging down his shoulders.

Ahead is the abyss.

In the previous life, it was here that the woman he loved ended his life with her own hands.

It was like it happened yesterday, clear and full of fresh pain.

Before the green mountain, after the green mountain.

Climb high and look at two places, where are the two places.

The smoke scene is full of Kawahara, and the people are white.

Reciting the same verses, the sadness is still the same, but there is a little more indescribable desolation.

"Young Hall Master, yours, your hair!" the sledgehammer shouted in a frightened voice.

Under the silver moonlight, Ye Changsheng's black hair quickly turned white, as if it was soaked in layers of moonlight, and finally all of them were dyed white.

Ye Changsheng grabbed a strand of silver hair on his chest and stared at it for a moment, just smiling faintly.

Is it a white head?

That departed person, is it me who died in my previous life, or Wan'er who died in my heart?

He took out two large coils of rope from under the seat, as well as a few steel nails, and handed them to Sledgehammer: "Sledgehammer, fix the rope and let me go to the bottom of the cliff." ”

Sledgehammer's eyes widened, and he waved his hand in a panic and said, "Young hall master, there are ghosts under the cliff, you must not go down." ”

The old people in the town said that in ancient times, the Desperate Love Scene was a place of martyrdom, and countless sad lovers chose to end their lives here.

For a hundred years, those victims who fled to Sanshui Town really had no way to live, so they jumped to the bottom of the cliff in piles.

In this life, they have become starving ghosts, and if they can die in a beautiful and desperate life, they may be reincarnated into a rich and noble family in the next life.

Back then, Sledgehammer fled to Sanshui Town, if it wasn't for Changsheng's father Ye Tiexin to take him in, I'm afraid he would have jumped off a long time ago.

In any case, the sledgehammer can't let the young hall master go down.

It's a pity that the will of the young hall master is not something he can disobey.

After a little resistance, the sledgehammer obediently fixed the rope and wrapped the other end of the rope around Changsheng's waist.

The sledgehammer was frightened, grabbed the rope, and slowly put Ye Changsheng down.

After all, the prepared rope was not long enough, and Ye Changsheng failed to reach the bottom of the cliff and was suspended in mid-air.

Except for the cold cliffs, there is a vast area around, and the abyss clouds and mist under him are rolling and bottomless.

The cold wind pierced through the thin clothes, penetrating into the flesh and bones without hindrance, and shivering.

His soul trembled mysteriously.

Just when Changsheng's heart was about to be cold, the clouds and mist of the abyss surged violently.

The sea of clouds was tidal, swaying and undulating waves, glowing with strange light, like white, and like black.

One after another, transparent figures emerged from the clouds, twisted, swayed, dragging strange lights, and wandered towards Ye Changsheng one after another.

Ghosts, ghosts?

Countless transparent figures, elegant and illusory, swirled and danced around Ye Changsheng.

The next moment, they were hideous, their teeth and claws.

A terrible scream rang out, piercing his eardrums like an awl and burrowing into the depths of his soul.

The black mist became thicker and thicker, completely enveloping Ye Changsheng.

At this moment, anger, humiliation, helplessness, despair, and all kinds of negative emotions hit him like a tidal wave, mercilessly drowning him.

"No!"

Ye Changsheng's facial features were distorted, his seven orifices were bleeding, and he let out an unwilling roar when he looked up to the sky.

A wound slowly cracked open on the violently beating heart, revealing a blackened piece of iron.

"Boom!"

The black iron piece exploded.

Eighty-four thousand thoughts, spewing out!