Yangdetang, nominally a guild hall that organizes leisure and entertainment, but in fact, it is the headquarters of the able. It was founded by the Huo family. Because, the baby boy of the Huo family will "awaken the ability" at the age of eighteen, while the baby girl is born with it.

This is also why there are always many baby girls in the ancestral grave of the Huo family.

However, after the age of eighteen, the embodiment of "ability" will gradually weaken, and finally the lucky person will even disappear "ability".

Therefore, Huo Yuan's eldest sister, Huo Ling, the hall master of Yangde Hall, is the only one who knows that the ability exists but does not have the ability. She has strong self-control since she was a child, and she is in charge of the power of the hall master.

It is also her existence that reminds everyone that the so-called "ability" may also be really canceled.

At this time, Huo Yuan's consciousness was wandering in chaos, and he vaguely felt that his body and soul were shattering, and they were disappearing little by little.

At some point, all he seemed to have was a pair of cloudy eyes.

And he could only feel the presence of his own body, but he couldn't see it at all. He couldn't even feel the presence of the thumb on his left hand.

When he was surprised, the chaos in front of him became clear, but his eyes ached. His eyes widened with all his might, trying to see through the haze.

Fluid was pouring from his eyes, but he didn't know it.

In a haze, he finally saw something!

In the distance, a peach-colored point of light was slowly approaching. If you look closely, it's a peach tree.

No, Huo Yuan's vision was already blurred. But he went crazy, trying his best to look at the truth in his consciousness.

He firmly believes that is where the truth lies.

He seemed to see the roots of the peach tree, sucking countless flesh and blood, and under its roots were countless eerie white bones! One of the roots of the peach tree, as if they had seen him, rushed towards his thumb.

Huo Yuan's heart froze, but he couldn't move at all. He can only feel his second "annihilation". It's just that this time there is a feeling, not a vision.

First, starting from the ankle, the general pain of disconnection, and then upward, Ling Chi generally cut with a knife, and at the same time, there was a pain between the index fingers. This pain is not an emptiness of annihilation, but a pain that is as real as it is. Every stroke is impartial and points to the tip of the heart. In an instant, the limbs were severed and painful. He subconsciously looked down and found that the roots of the tree were really like knives, cutting away something. He was inexplicably calm, perhaps accustomed to the pain he had endured, and thought, maybe it was his "limbs".

He laughed miserably, if he still had a "mouth". By this time, the pain had eaten away at his heart, and it wasn't for another heart-piercing pain that seemed to have minimized his pain. It's because he doesn't seem to feel his own beating anymore.

In a sense, he was already a dead man.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel the presence of his knee again, as he felt as if a knife was scraping the skin in front of his knee. Ironically, he was a little surprised that he didn't die from the pain of the knife.

He calmed down a little more - that is something that ordinary people can't achieve, but because of the painful "tempering" again and again, he gets a calmness: perhaps, this peach tree can't directly take his life, maybe it can only make his spirit collapse again and again!

He was determined to do something. Seeing a root stretching out again, he gritted his "teeth" and rushed straight to that one!

At this time, there were already a lot of people around Huo Yuan, and some people even prayed for him. But more people saw him bleeding from all his orifices, his face was pale, and he just kept shaking his head, thinking that his selfish desires were in vain.

Huo Yuan's eyes opened suddenly, and his white pupils gradually became clearer. He screamed and sat up suddenly.

The people around him were startled at first, and then suddenly shushed and asked for warmth.

"Brother Yuan, you can be considered awake!" "Are you alright?" All kinds of words poured out for the first time, making Huo Yuan, who had just come out of that strange comatose state, experience another kind of pain.

That's the whole world where no one understands and everyone wears a mask. It was a desert of emotions, an abyss of indifference.

He didn't say anything more, just tried to get up, and slammed his strength, wanting to reflect that he just wanted to stand up quickly, but he did stand up.

The fact that the old man, who looked to be in his last years, was able to stand up after fainting disappointed Ba Wang's desire to obtain the "wish" qualification.

Huo Yuan frowned, and a few lines of texture quickly crept up his forehead and sideburns, but they stretched out in an instant: it was good that he could make those who looked to him for help stare at him less tightly for the time being.

Steward Ma squeezed through the crowd and said with a smile: "Master, let's go home!" ”

Huo Yuan sighed in his heart, this pony treats him very well on weekdays, but he is also worried about this piece of "fat" on his body. If he needs something important, it's okay to help him.

Huo Yuan gently pulled the long sleeves hanging on the ground, and was about to leave, but saw a figure slowly approaching.

It was Huo Ling.

"How are you?" There is no title, to put it simply, this is the only sister he has left, his eldest sister. And it was this seemingly indifferent eldest sister who gave the warmth of his relatives.

Huo Yuan was a little sentimental, and quickly regained his previous calm in front of people: "It's okay, let's go." ”

He looked at Yangdetang, looked at the three-story red-tiled building, and added lightly: "Go home." ”

Yangde Hall was originally founded by the ancestors of the Huo family and gathered the strength of the capable in order to protect themselves.

Unexpectedly, it will become the tomb where Huo Yuanxin is buried.

A cold wind blew, and it would be bright tomorrow for a long time, but it still made Huo Yuan shudder unconsciously.

The long sleeve of the left hand was blown open.

What was revealed was that a nearly eroded thumb was glowing with a little green pus, which was unbearable to look at.

At this time, everyone in Quanyang Detang knew that Huo Yuan's limit was approaching and he had to be "taken care of".

Walking out of their sight, Huo Yuan stumbled and sat on the ground.