"I ...... This...... Where is it? ”

"Hiss——!" A gasp of pain rang out in the silent darkness.

Wang Yi reluctantly opened his eyes, and what he saw was not light, but the boundless darkness of dead silence.

"My whole body feels so heavy...... It seems that he can't move...... Pain...... What's wrong with me? ”

Some fragments of broken memories replay in the mind like slides.

"I seem to be buried in a cave......"

"What should I do?!"

The moans were filled with infinite fear of a confused future.

"Help, ——! life"

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In the dark, I don't know the passage of time......

"It's cold...... I really want to sleep...... Am I going to die? ……”

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Memories of the past are constantly being recalled from the depths of my mind, and everything is remembered.

In the midst of the war, a baby in swaddling clothes was protected by a group of soldiers who fought bloodily and broke out of the encirclement.

Behind the soldiers were the ruins that had been sunk into a sea of fire, and from some of the ruins that had not been eroded by the flames, it was faintly discernible that this was once a beautiful palace.

The future of the warriors is unknown, but they are not cowardly, even if death awaits them behind the unreachable goal. They fought until the last moment, to the last man, to the last drop of blood.

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A well-dressed lady hugged her swaddling clothes and burst into tears. The voice is full of sorrow:

"Kid...... My baby...... Remember! Your surname is Ji! Forever surnamed Ji! You will always be a descendant of the Great Zhou. ”

Outside the door, a dignified-looking and generous middle-aged man silently looked at his wife and infant baby.

He muttered:

"Ji's surname, Wang's, Mingyi. Hope you survive and be happy forever like your name! Don't take revenge! Don't have the surname Ji, change the surname to Wang......"

The man held a dragon-shaped jade jue in his hand and quickly engraved the word "Wang Yi".

"The former King of Zhou, now the Taiyuan Wang, the Great Zhou is the only one left in our vein...... After all, I can't escape......"

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In the blood-stained swaddling clothes, the sun shone on the face of a sleeping baby, everything seemed so peaceful, but unfortunately the blood stains on the baby's little face spoiled this beauty.

Next to the baby, a man covered in eight wounds was covered in blood. Dressed in the coarse cloth of a civilian, he collapsed in a pool of blood, dying, his eyes full of undying faith and unwillingness to break the promise.

"Why? ......" The man glanced at the sky unwillingly, and his eyes gradually became dull and unfocused. "How can I, Jibu, break the appointment? Is it really not going to work? I'm sorry...... Your Majesty, for the first time, I'm going to miss my appointment...... Really want to ...... Missed the appointment......"

The man's corpse turned cold, but his eyes were wide open, and his dilated pupils were filled with endless unwillingness.

He doesn't blink an eye!

The baby cries suddenly, as if he is seeing off others, and as if he is mourning himself.

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The infant is already dying, and if no one passes by, then this young life will be gone.

An old man with a white beard stumbled by and saw in the distance a dying baby and his side, as well as a cold, stiff, dead corpse.

The surroundings were eerily silent, with no sign of life at all.

This aroused the curiosity of the old man.

The old man walked over, and a feeling of depression of being watched suddenly appeared in his heart.

"An indomitable soul? Immortal Spirits? ”

He looked at the stiff corpse on the ground and muttered.

The old man picked up the dying baby, he maintained the baby's crumbling fire of life, and promised to the dead corpse on the ground: "Don't worry! This child will be raised by the old man well. ”

The corpse seemed to hear the old man's promise, and his eyes, which he couldn't close at all, finally closed slowly, and a smile of relief appeared on his face.

There seems to be a whisper in the dark:

"I have made a promise to the last oath, and I have not broken my promise, Wang ......"

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"Is this my past?" The confused soul is silent.

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"I feel like I'm going to float up......" whispered to the ignorant soul.

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"I ...... Dead? ……”

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"Is this what you see after death? A blank ...... in the haze"

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"Original...... Am I already dead? ……”

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In the darkness, only the whispering of a person and the sigh of loneliness remained.

"Master, I'm sorry! I may not be able to keep your vow to be with you......"

"I'm dead, what should Master do?"

"I'm already dead......"

"I'm dead?"

"I'm dead!"

"I'm really dead!"

The shadows in the darkness fell into paranoia and despair.

A gray and bloody figure suddenly appeared in the darkness, creating a terrifying atmosphere for this eerie environment. This is the unwilling soul of the dead, the resentful spirit of the vicious temperament.

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In the ghost valley under Tianmen Mountain.

An old man looked up at the sky and then at his fingers, which were constantly pinching.

"Why can't you count it!?"

The old man's tone was a little panicked!

His eyelids couldn't stop throbbing.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Who is it? Let the old man be so whim!? ”

The old man coughed up a mouthful of blood and forcibly calculated.

"It's Yi'er?! How come?! ”

The old man's tone was panicked.

"Who dealt with Yi'er?! He seems to be ...... now."

The old man's eyes turned red, and he hurriedly left the hut where he was and came to the inheritance place of the Ghost Valley, that is, the cave behind the thatched hut where he lived.

He came to a cave in the ground full of everlasting lanterns, and among the many lanterns, the old man walked straight in one direction and found the everlasting lantern engraved with Wang Yi's name.

The lantern was crumbling in the windless burrow, and the flare seemed to be extinguished, indicating that the owner of the lamp had fallen into a dying state.

"Yi'er! Who harmed you? The old man looked at the lamp, and his mind replayed the memories of the past like a replaying videotape, the pleasant event between the two men. It turned out that the old man had unconsciously regarded the child as his grandson, because this was the child he had been with him since he was a child, and he was raised alone as a father and mother, and with hard work.

Tears fell unconsciously, and the old man was already in tears.

In the end, the old man remembered the scene of meeting Wang Yi, the infant and dying baby, the dead corpse.

"I ......" the old man was full of remorse, and was speechless for a while: "I'm sorry, I have broken my promise to you." I also lost my words. ”

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I don't know how long it has been, maybe time has no concept, everything is so pale.

The wraith, wrapped in the shadow of blood, is attracted by the unknown and dives underground.

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"Is this my soul?" The gray figure that had returned to normal looked at his illusory body.