The night in Bei'an Town is lively.

The lights are bright, and the shouting and shouting of small traders and vendors are heard in all directions, adding a bit of color to this noisy street.

One by one, the children are toddlers, swaying and babbling forward under the doting eyes of their parents.

There are also children with pigtails jumping around, looking around at the strange toys full of longing.

At the edge of the west corner of Bei'an Town, there is a small road, which is overgrown with weeds and dirty.

On both sides of the path, all kinds of rotten vegetable leaves were piled up into hills of high feet, on which flies, ants and insects happily bitten the rotten juice, so inactive.

At the end of the path, a pile of shabby clothes exuded the smell of rot, and a pungent and unpleasant smell came from inside, and occasionally a fat rat writhed and quickly shuttled through the rags, so that the occasional passer-by covered their noses and walked with an indescribable sense of disgust.

"Crunch!"

A wooden cart came slowly from a distance, like the decayed body of an old man, swaying, as if it was about to fall down at any moment.

Along with the cart came two figures, an old man and a young man, the old one was about sixty years old, with silver hair and white beard, wearing a rag shirt, and his face was full of wrinkles.

The child was about seven or eight years old, with a small pigtail, and his small arms pushed the old cart, and his little face was flushed.

"Hey, hey!"

The child's immature voice sounded, and on this empty path, it seemed to be a little angry.

"Heng'er, are you tired?"

The old man tilted his head and looked at the children who were even using the strength to feed, and his thin face was full of pity.

"Grandpa, I'm not tired! You're so old, you're tired!"

The child wiped the sweat from his head, panting, and smiled, not caring at all.

"You kid!"

The old man shook his head with a smile, sighed softly, and continued to push the cart with the child.

The night was quiet, and there was no sound except the faint sound of the cart rolling!

"Babble!"

In the pile of rags and rags, an unkempt head came out, and a group of rats who were rummaging for food were suddenly frightened and panicked, and fled on their short legs, for fear that they would die here if they were too late!

The skull's long hair was messy, and it was pitch black, except for the dull eyes. I can no longer see the original half of the appearance.

The swarthy lips kept moving, and a low, hoarse voice came out of his mouth.

"Charming ......"

"Condensation......

......

The cart gradually approached, and the grandfather and grandson were sweating profusely, looking at each other and smiling at the same time, looking so harmonious and natural.

"Hey, grandpa, there seems to be a guy here!"

Suddenly, the child's fleshy little finger pointed to the pile of tattered clothes, and said with a look of surprise on his face.

"Who is there anyone?Xiao Heng, are you dazzled?" The old man emptied the remnants of the cart with great force, looked at the empty path around him, shook his head and smiled, "Even if there is, it is just some homeless people, nothing to be surprised about!"

There are wanderers everywhere, either for their own reasons or because of natural disasters......

Or maybe it's because of the monks on high ......

Either way, the results can't be changed!

"Monk!"

Thinking of those unscrupulous monks who did whatever they wanted, the old man couldn't help but feel a little more worried in his eyes when he looked at the children.

"Why, is that obviously a person? I'm not mistaken!" The child pointed to the pile of clothes, his face full of displeasure, "Grandpa, look, his head is still moving, should we save him?"

The child looked at the old man with hope in his eyes, and his little legs took a few steps.

"Heng'er, let's go!" the old man stepped forward and took the child's arm, looked at the faintly visible head in the distance, and sighed softly.

"It's not that grandpa didn't save him, you also know that in this Bei'an Town, there are so many wandering people?

The old man sighed, looking into the distance with some unbearable eyes.

"Especially after that person, the entire Bei'an Town has added hundreds of orphans out of thin air overnight, how much can grandpa save with his ability?"

"Grandpa, is the person you are talking about Ye Chen, the waste man of the Ye family who killed Bei'an Town into a river of blood?"

The child's little body trembled at the sight of the man.

I can't help but be afraid!

I heard my grandfather say that a few months ago, the waste man named Ye Chen suddenly rose up for some reason, killed several people of the Ye family overnight, and escaped without harm under the siege of Ye Xin, the head of the Ye family, and several family elders.

Just when the Ye family thought that he had escaped from this place and would never come back, that person suddenly came back and killed more than a dozen family disciples.

Before the strong man of the family arrived, he disappeared in an instant.

What's even more terrifying is that when that person left Bei'an Town, he killed the hundreds of monks who pursued him so that only a few escaped by chance, if it weren't for those strong men who arrived in time, I'm afraid there would have been no one left!

The tragedy of that day, the blood flowed like a river on the streets, and the broken flesh and limbs all over the ground, even if I think of it now, the old man can't help but feel cold all over his body!

Such a ferocious and violent monk is truly called a demon!

"Grandpa, don't say it!

The child hugged the old man's calf tightly, buried his head between his knees, and sobbed incessantly.

"Alas, those monks are too rebellious, we are just mortals, and we are just trying to survive!" said the old man, patting the child on the back and looking at the bright moonlight.

"Grandpa, I want to cultivate too!"

The child tilted his head and looked at the old man, and his childish voice was full of determination.

"I want to cultivate stronger than them, and I will never let others bully you again!"

The child's voice touched the old man's heart, and there was a hint of comfort and regret on the old man's face.

"It's a pity that grandpa is incompetent and can't win a cultivation method for you, I'm sorry, kid!"

"Grandpa, wasn't that demon a waste person before? Why did it become so powerful? Even the Ye family of the first family in Bei'an Town was beaten to the ground and collapsed. Now it has been surpassed by the Yang family and reduced to the second family!"

The child raised his head and asked, full of curiosity about the past of the waste man Ye Chen.

"Grandpa doesn't know why, I heard that he wanted to jump off a cliff and commit suicide after cultivating without success, but he didn't fall to his death, and he rose in just a few days, blasting out a bloody path all the way, and then disappeared!"

The old man told everything he knew about the man, and there was a hint of sympathy on his old face.

If you were born in such a family, and if you suffer such insults, if you have the same strength one day, I'm afraid you will do the same thing, right?

It's a pity that his life is destined to only survive and live.

And for him......

The old man touched the child's head, looked at the shadow looming in the distance, and slowly turned around.

"That demon is actually quite pitiful, alas!" said the child, too, with a hint of old-fashioned flavor in his words, "Grandpa, I still want to save him!"

The child said timidly, and looked at the old man out of the corner of his eye.

"He's so pitiful, it's a little unbearable to sleep in such a foul-smelling and filthy place on such a cold night!" the child said before he saw that the old man was not angry.

"Why don't we take him back, change him into clean clothes, let him sleep in our bed, and our grandfather and grandson sleep on the ground, and then send him away when he is better!"

The child tilted his head, as if he had thought of some brilliant idea, and smiled at the old man.

"You!

The old man scratched the child's nose dotingly, and his laughter and scolding were full of doting.

I don't know, it's right or wrong for me to teach you to be a man like this!

The old man sighed, in this world where monks and mortals are mixed, the so-called love and kindness are only things that mortals like himself pursue!

And those monks who are high in the sky only need to improve their cultivation, and they will have what they want!

The love and kindness that mortals care about is just a joke for them!

What they pursue is the limit of their strength!

What mortals pursue is a quiet and peaceful life!

"Let's go! this time, grandpa listens to you!"

The old man laughed, took the child by the arm, and walked towards the pile of rags.

"Ahem!"

Before they could get closer, the old man and the child were already choked by the pungent smell and rising dust, and the child's little face was flushed, and he slowly approached with his nose pinched with his hands and squinted his eyes.

"Uh, this place is too much, isn't it?"

The child approached and grabbed a piece of his shirt and tried to pull it away, but it was as if he had touched a dead tree that had rotted for many years. Instantly turned into a cloud of black ash.

"How did you end up here?"

Even the old man was speechless, this trail was originally a place for residents of Bei'an Town to dump garbage and accumulate waste items, not to mention that it was inaccessible, and it was not far off!

Since that man slaughtered hundreds of monks, there have been many more wanderers. But no one chooses to spend the night here!

This place smells so bad!

"Charming ......"

"Condensation......

The black head slowly turned, and he looked at the two people in front of him with a dull face.

"Grandpa, he's really alive!"

When the child heard the words, he cried out with excitement, and he did not care about the messy clothes, so he ran over three times and two.

"Wait for me!"

The old man sighed to himself, and quickly stepped forward with the child to empty the clothes around him, revealing a black figure.

The figure looked up to the sky, his eyes were dull, and his mouth was endless.

"Heng'er, he's already a fool! Let's go back!"

The old man looked at the figure in front of him, and his cloudy eyes were full of emotion.

This is not the first time I have met such a person!

Since that demon slaughtered hundreds of monks, there have been many people close to those monks who can't stand the stimulation, some crazy, some stupid!

The person in front of him is definitely not the first, nor is he the last!

"Grandpa, you said you were going to save him!"

When the child heard this, he was very anxious, and stepped forward and shook the old man's arm constantly.

"Looking at him like this, it doesn't look like that person did it, it's probably hurt by love!"

The old man sighed, and the voice of the figure in front of him became more and more distinct.

"Charming ......"

"Condensation......