Compared with almost six years ago, this place has been completely renovated and expanded, and the once small cemetery, a cluster of stone tablets, has long been turned into a continuous forest of death tablets, just like the suburbs of Detroitstein after the Great Plague on the distant wizard planet, that spectacular to the point of panic, making a generation of magic gods cold.

"What's going on? It's suddenly so big here?" he asked, standing at the door of the cemetery, into the cold air.

Those who died in Luoyun, Feiyan, especially Pershing, thousands of generals, town commanders, and even partial generals, were originally going to be transported back to their hometowns, but ah, the weather was too hot! At that time when the feng shui was staggered, the weather was cold and hot, and it rained again, and there was an epidemic, and the corpse was rotten and could not be seen, so the emperor ordered it to be buried in Pan Yang? Isn't this what it is now? Don't look at the low trees and small walls here, there are nearly 100 generals lying inside! Pershing fights, hey! The people of the southern country can be regarded as showing a bit of backbone! If you want the old man, I will say, the bad thing that happened in Feiyan City in the back is probably because of the loss of love, and the emperor is angry, right? Ruthless revenge! Let's not talk about anything else, what are you afraid of if you have such a desperate enemy emperor for the sake of your own subordinates? As soon as the Yandang Mountain is full of wolves, how can the emperors who can start from the Curry Charlid grassland be those soft eggs in the southern country who can only draw pictures? Do you say?

The person who spoke was the old janitor of this Yizhuang, looking at him limping over, Yinchen was really surprised, this old man can maintain his disabled body now when the war spirit is prevalent, obviously it is not as simple as being cut off his hands and feet, but he has really fought on the cruel battlefield, lived to death, died and lived many times, and survived until the war spirit dissipated, and used forbidden techniques to kill the fierce man on the bloody road!

He even came out of the guard's hut in Yizhuang wearing a scout's leather coat.

This is a veteran.

Heaven is to the left and the military is to the right, whether he is fighting for the emperor, for the country, or for the wife and children behind him, his loyalty should not be discriminated against and despised in the slightest.

"Old man. Lin Xuanchen hurriedly walked over to help him, but was driven away by the old man: "How can your little daughter-in-law touch others casually!" He glanced at Lin Xuanchen and Yinchen with displeasure, and did not see his long silver hair from the shadow of Yinchen's hood. He walked slowly and limped, one leg normal and thick, the other ...... It's a chain of bones with skin that can never be restored.

The bone chain was tightly wrapped around a thick wooden stick with claw-shaped iron feet at the bottom of the stick, and no shoes. The old man walked slowly with a tattered cane that looked like a thick branch varnished with his remaining leg.

There seemed to be no other scars on his body, that was because the battle spirit and elixir could repair most of the knife wounds, but the bone chain on his left leg fully demonstrated his loyalty and bravery, you must know that not everyone in this world has that kind of courage and determination, sacrificing his limbs in exchange for a moment and a half of victory.

"Are you here to sweep the grave?" the old man looked at Yinchen and them, no matter how they looked at them, they looked like a family of three, but the little girl who acted as a "daughter" was really tall, and she could grow so tall at the age of five or six.

"Yes. Yinchen's voice was low: "Please make it easier." ”

"Go!" The old man waved his hand arrogantly: "It's not easy here, besides, tomb robbers don't act in broad daylight, it's stupid!" The old man turned around and limped back again, he just came out to see who came in, seeing Lin Xuanchen's beautiful appearance and Lin Qingyu's cute little face, the old man was a little relieved, not to mention that the three of them were dressed well, the real tomb robbers, even if they had the money, they could wear good silk when they were "working"?

Silver Dust's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, looking wet, he slowly walked to the depths of the cemetery according to his memory, a few years ago it was still in the marginal position, and now it is almost in the middle, whether it is a northerner or a southerner, they all uphold the traditional concept of not moving other people's tombs, this has nothing to do with morality, just because of superstition, even the emperor is afraid that because of his own decree, he will attract evil ghosts to ask for his life, not to mention that the person who is most afraid of death in this world is not a coward, but an emperor, because a coward will not have the extra financial resources to pursue the illusory elixir of life。

Silver Dust walked silently in front of the small lonely grave and squatted down instead of kneeling. The blood-red handwriting on the tombstone has long been bright red forever because of the will of the magician, and it has not faded for half a minute after five or six years, but the stone tablet that was erected in a hurry has become mottled and depressed under the wind and rain, and it sets off the eye-catching line of blood-red handwriting.

Lin Xuanchen stopped, Mu Ran let go of Yinchen's hand, and then pulled Lin Qingyu, who was about to follow forward, and only showed her the string of blood-colored handwriting. The little girl seemed to be frightened by the red font, and her face was as pale as paper.

"The tomb of Artregayam Chang Yating, brother silver dust stands. ”

Underneath the stele, there is a small earth-colored protrusion, and judging from the shape, there is almost no coffin.

"What's ...... this" Lin Qingyu finally couldn't help asking, because there was never a possibility in her influence that her brother's name could appear on such a tablet, in this utterly deserted wilderness, in the dim sky golden chill and earth-colored sorrow, this small mausoleum compared to the surrounding northern-style luxury tombs, it seems shabby and humble, but also reflects a wordless pathos.

"This is a big family of nearly one hundred and ninety people, the last little thing left in the world. Silver Dust's voice was empty, and it didn't feel like a seventeen-year-old living person was talking.

He squatted on the ground for a long time, for a long time, before he suddenly remembered something, and took out a bouquet of flowers from the imaginary space, very bright and delicate flowers, and gently placed them at the feet of the tomb. "Yating, my brother came to see you. As he spoke, he conjured up a lot of delicious food, which was enough for three adults: "Brother knows that you love to eat, and you will always be hungry in your life, my brother let you go to eat this time, no one will restrict you anymore, and no one will dislike you because of your amazing appetite, Yating......"

As he spoke, a pure black flame flowed out of his fingertips, devouring the flowers and food, without any smoke rising, only a grain of pure white light flashed in the flame, an absolute negative energy flame, and it was impossible for even ashes to be left of the burned things.

"You once said, let me live your part of the wonderful...... My brother has done it now, my brother has the strongest strength in the world, the greatest wealth in the world, and the revolutionary technology that the world dare not imagine, as long as my brother is willing, my brother can feed more than 100,000 people out of his own pocket at any time, my brother is very powerful, right? My brother can beat the most powerful demon god in the East China Sea, and he can burn the weeping Buddha who destroyed the world to ashes, as long as my brother is willing to expand the field, even if the top ten masters in this world form a group to fight, they can't fight one of my brother's hands...... Over the years, my experience has been wonderful, I have broken through two secret realms, destroyed the most mysterious and dangerous storm pavilion in the south, saved an emperor, and can fight against millions of troops in the city...... Pretty powerful, right? Yating...... In fact, you also know that my brother is bitter in his heart, because no matter how powerful it is, what's the use, and I can't hear you praise it yourself......"

Yinchen babbled, Lin Xuanchen behind him was already crying, Lin Qingyu's expression was very depressed, but also very helpless, she could understand Yinchen's feelings, but she didn't know how to comfort him. "Oh! I'm useless. Thinking so in her heart, a deep sense of powerlessness overpowered the nameless anger, and she fell like a big stone into the bottomless abyss of the viscera king—probably never to be picked up.

And what Lin Xuanchen felt at this time was only severe pain.

It was the first time she had heard Yinchen boast of his exploits, he killed 80,000 people for hundreds of thousands of people in Xueyang City, he begged for an explanation for the people in Pershing City, slaughtered the entire court of the southern country, and almost slaughtered the entire army of the northerners! He turned the tide in the secret realm of red blood, leaving the last spark for the righteous path of the world, he formed a temple of civilization, pointed out the way forward for this era, he fought in the East China Sea, almost single-handedly fought the entire octopus clan, and released the soul of the ocean back to the sea. He also fought to the death for the world and the Wailing Buddha who knew at a glance that it was not a human being who could defeat the evil demons outside the world, and even punished the eternal forbidden spell for this, and he completely relied on his thin body, alone in depth, almost with a suicidal raid, to end the thousand-year terror of the puppet sect. These feats are real, but Yinchen treats these as dung, never, never once in front of others, and even, the aunt who followed him and the entire Zhennan Gang, before the puppet sect destroyed the sect, did not know that he had turned the tide, repelled the puppet sect's attack, and even rescued ten thousand sword hearts among millions of zombies, and rescued the future of the world's swords, so that these people with lofty ideals once doubted him. He never talked about this, never regarded these experiences that others could boast about until the next century as a talking point, and even his maid Liu Mengyi didn't know that more than eighty percent of the things in Lin Xuanchen's extravagant bedroom now came from the Red Blood Secret Realm that almost wiped out the elite of the world's monks, and now, and at this moment, he made an exception, he said these chatters, and especially used a show-off tone, but that tone sounded to Lin Xuanchen, it was so sad, it was like that-humble!

Yinchen showed off his experience in a humble tone, the pain of disillusionment in his heart, the poisonous thoughts and remorse for his incompetence, how huge, how deep, how desperate it should be, Lin Xuanchen couldn't estimate it at all, but it was these boys who continued to move forward on his back that he became the first future star in human history to reach that unattainable height.

"Don't say it!" Lin Xuanchen suddenly interrupted him, she couldn't listen anymore, she felt that she was listening to a few more words and was likely to commit suicide.

Lin Xuanchen is a girl who can write "Funeral Flower Yin", she is sentimental, she is sad and sad, but she has never seriously thought about what kind of darkness Yinchen has experienced. She suddenly felt that she was so sentimental, sad and sad, so small and so worthless before the great grief and destruction of Silver Dust.

As if he had been frightened awake, Silver Dust suddenly had a spirit, and then stood up: "Burn some paper for her, and I'll tell you a story when it's done, a story about a wizard boy." ”

Lin Xuanchen wiped her tears and did so, but Lin Qingyu was reluctant to do it, her face was pale, and there was only pure fear in her big eyes.

The little girl knows that the next story is mostly mixed with the sharp pain of flesh and blood.

But she was still forced by Lin Xuanchen to burn paper for this small tomb, and Lin Qingyu didn't even know what to say when she burned the paper.

After burning the paper, the girls stood up, and Yinchen also turned around, at this time, Lin Xuanchen clearly saw the tears hanging in the corners of Yinchen's eyes, which had already frozen.

"It's been almost ten years since this story......"

A seven-year-old boy with silver hair and silver pupils suddenly found himself in a strange world, with the secrets of a magician in his arms, but he had to try to integrate into the world of magic with a weak body.

Silver Dust spoke quickly, as if he couldn't wait to finish the story. Compared with the stories he has told before, the narration techniques he uses in this story are extremely bad, not at all exciting, not at all at the level when he told "Snow White" and "The Shawshank Redemption", but the stories he told were more attractive than ever, and the two girls almost didn't want to miss half of the initials, listening attentively, listening, they could only feel their hearts tightened.

It wasn't a tumultuous experience, it was a boy's question of the vast world. The bits and pieces of Yinchen and Zhang Yating are just the most ordinary trivialities, but they make Lin Xuanchen and Lin Qingyu understand beyond doubt that Zhang Yating is actually the first person in the world to be really good to him, and the first person in the world to sincerely accept him!

For Silver Dust, she is the guide of this world. If there is no Zhang Yating, Yinchen will not regard this world as a real thing, but an illusory dream, he will not cast real feelings for anyone in this world, but will gradually embark on the road of destruction under the temptation and corrosion of the dark magic in his body.

She succeeds in saving a future Dark Lord, only to die a miserable death before she sees the light of day. Her sacrifice was entirely to keep Yinchen alive, nothing more, and her purpose in performing all kinds of performances from the night of her hair to her deathbed was simply and terrifyingly pure. But it is this simplicity that makes her sacrifice so great.