"Guest, the room is ready for you."

I didn't speak, just sighed in my heart, then nodded, put down the dishes and chopsticks in my hand and slowly walked upstairs.

"Guest, you..."

"Don't follow, I'll call you if there's something, don't come up and disturb me if it's okay."

"Yes.. Be. ”

"Thank you." I still turned around and thanked the shopkeeper, and then slowly walked to the door of Tianzi No. 2 room, with my hand raised in the air, but I couldn't open the door for a long time.

Because I know what this door represents, maybe this is the last glimmer of hope in my heart, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that if I open the door, I will become separated forever.

This feeling is irreparable, I've had enough of this taste of life is worse than death, I'm really tired of it, all I want is an ordinary life, a family with my sister to accompany me, just like sunrise and sunset, flowers bloom, but these have become the hope in my heart.

I just look forward to these, but I can't do anything, the man is determined in all directions, and the hatred of the country and the family is not revenged, how can I, Cheng Feng, stand up to the sky?

It is said that fate is in my own hands, but I don't think so, is my life really my own decision?

Wang Yunguang, Lin Buyi is a thoughtful person, and the righteousness he says everywhere is awe-inspiring, for my best wishes, but is this really the case?

Are they so kind as to help me like this?

To put it bluntly, it's all interests, and I know very well that they just want to use me, otherwise I'm just a lost dog, what can I count as in front of them? Can you still call him a brother and brother to Wang Yunguang, the first master of the younger generation?

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, how sad it must be when one can't decide one's own future.

How is Lin Buyi? What about Wang Yunguang and Tang Fang? What if it's even if it's him?

Even if a thousand years change, what about reincarnation in this life?

What role do I play?

Cheng Potian's puppet, or Lin Buyi's pawn, or Fahai's lackey?

Hehe... It seems that I seem to have some weight to speak now, even Lin Buyi, who is almost rising in the daytime, has to give three points, but I know very well that I am nothing, no matter which angle I stand on, I am just a sacrifice, and I am a victim who is used and discarded, worthless.

Everything seemed so unreal, so cruel, maybe only this door in front of me would give me so much comfort.

Only she is the only one in my heart, and only she will not lie to me, but she stays there and does not want to be by my side.

Life is hard, I don't hate the sky or others, I can only say that time is also fate.

I shook my head and laughed at myself for a while, then gently pushed the door open.

I clearly know that many things will never go back to the way they were, but what I miss is the beginning, otherwise why would I be here.

Looking at everything in the room, it seemed so strange, I took a few steps and looked at the room attentively, but I couldn't find her shadow anymore.

The room was still the same room, and although I hadn't been in at the time, I knew it was the room she had slept in.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at the small wooden bed in the room, walked over, and then gently leaned on it, feeling the warmth on the bedding.

But I knew that no matter how new the bedding was, no matter how good the room was, it didn't smell like her.

I just lay on the bed, closed my eyes in pain, and two lines of tears flowed unconsciously down the corners of my eyes, but I didn't realize it.

Everything is like a dream, life is like a dream, a dream is like life, it is a dream, there will be a time to wake up, but what about life? Will there be that day?

If it was a tragic end from the beginning, why should I still have hope for life, but let those hopes be dashed with it? Doesn't that feel a little too cruel?

Cruelty is cruelty after all, but fate is like this, fairness is always in the hands of the deserved, not the poor.

Thinking about it, I fell asleep groggily.

I slept for a long time, and when I woke up, the sky was gradually white.

This night, I'm afraid I've slept the most reassuring I've ever had, and I always feel vaguely that she is still by my side.

I gently stroked the futon under me again, then got up and washed, carried the burden and never stayed, went downstairs to eat some food, got up and rushed to Chenxi.

Everything that should be done has been done, and what should be done next, I, Cheng Feng, admit that I dare not turn things around, but I must at least do my best.

I know my own pounds, and I know my responsibilities even more.

Chenzhou is next to Chenxi, not far away, but half a day's foot.

I didn't make any effort, and I rushed to Chenxi near noon, and after a little hesitation, I rushed to the Falling Flower Mound.

Originally, I wanted to prepare, but after thinking about it, I didn't seem to have anything to prepare.

Although I have only learned the surface of the judging technique, I think that even if he Wei 13 lives to this age, he will not be much higher.

But fifty steps and a hundred steps, I thought I could still escape under him.

It's really strange to say, since I knew that the judgment was owned by Cheng Potian, I once stopped reading it, but then I knew my fate, how could I be willing to give in, and I have also read and practiced the judgment countless times, but I have not made any progress.

I've also thought about it, is it only the tenth life that is evil, and then it will be judged?

Am I not the tenth world of evil? All this was just imposed on me by Cheng Potian? Otherwise, Wei Shisan can practice judgment, why am I unsuccessful, not to mention that I am still a chess piece designed by Cheng Potian, I still have to admit this.

I once heard my grandfather say that it is on a South Mountain in ten miles of Chenxi, and it is not difficult to find, but on the way from Chenxi to Luohuazuka, I have to sigh.

Although I wish you are in decline, but this stroke is still worthy of my admiration, there is no family on the way from Chenxi to Luohuazuka, but despite this, it does not feel the slightest desolation, because the official road is planted with peach trees on both sides, from Chenxi all the way to Nanshan, it stretches for dozens of miles.

Ten miles of peach blossoms, three thousand graves.

I always thought that this sentence was just a rumor, after all, it was the first time I set foot in Chenxi, but I didn't expect it to be true, and it was really a big deal.

It's autumn frost season, and there are no peach blossoms, but I can imagine what it would be like if the peach blossoms were in full bloom in spring.

It seems that Chenxi is also another holy place for me to bless, and this is true.

When I arrived at Nanshan, I was even more stunned by the scene in front of me.

This South Mountain is just a slightly raised hillside, but from the slope, all the dense mounds are graves, as far as the eye can see, there are more than three thousand.

I can't help but sigh, it seems that my wish has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is indeed a large number of talents, if there is no ancestor of the ancestors who are buried here, how can I come to today's wish.

I couldn't help but bow deeply to the mound in front of me, and then walked over to the two thatched huts on the south slope.

When I walked into the hut, there was no one in the room.

These two thatched huts must have been the place where the grave keepers lived, but looking at the furnishings in the house, cobwebs and dust were all over the place, and it was obvious that no one had lived in them for a long time.

Could it be that Wei 13 is not here?

"Wei Thirteen!"

I shouted aloud, and the voice echoed down the slope, and when the voice dispersed, there was still no answer.

"Wei Shisan, I came here to discuss something important with you, please show up!"

...

There was still no one to answer, I couldn't help frowning deeply, could it be that Lin Mengchen's news was wrong?

Probably not, Mensa knows everything about our wishes, and he shouldn't make such a low-level mistake.

"Wei Thirteen, the children of the Cheng family are here, please show up and see you!"

Really! As soon as my words came out, suddenly a thick middle-aged man's gloomy voice came out in the sky: "Hehe, interesting, really interesting, what is the Cheng family?" When would a junior dare to yell at me! ”

I was shocked! Although this passage seems to be very plain, it is full of murderous intent.