CHAPTER XXI

Before he could finish speaking, the crack around the jar shattered. Out of it fell the head of a young man!

The old man was so frightened that he hurriedly threw away his head.

It was the head of a young man, condensed with the hideousness of the moment before death, and his face was as pale as life.

"Isn't this Grandma's son Mudu? Didn't he go out of the city with the army to fight? Why is he here?" came an old female voice from the crowd.

“...... Adu, is it really you?" Grandma hurriedly pushed away the crowd. After confirming that it was his son, he couldn't help but cry with his head in his arms.

"Why? I received your long basket a few days ago. "The head in my arms is not more than my thirties. It was twenty years after leaving the army. Someone cut off his head and buried it here.

"Let's go, let's go home. Grandma lowered her head and continued to dig into the earth, trying to dig out the remaining part of her body. Looking at that look, it seems that he can't bear the blow of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man. Mentally deranged.

"Don't dig. There won't be. ”

The crowd looked behind. The black-eyed young man looked at the old man with a sad expression. In his clear eyes, there is the vicissitudes of the suffering of the world, and at the age of fourteen, he is like an overly old child at this time.

"Ah Shu, what's going on?" asked a woman who knew her well.

"Everything is an order of the king. After these soldiers were seriously wounded on the battlefield and lost their role in the army, they were beheaded and brought back by the assassination department, buried here, and their souls were bound here, and they were collected as part of the heavenly screen, and they could not be reborn forever. ”

"Impossible!" the crowd expressed disbelief, but they all began to open the remaining jars. Soon, the screams and cries of the crowd were intertwined and undulating, painting a picture of a human prison

Yuki waved his hand all the way outside, and his voice carried indescribable sadness: "Those bones under the outer city have been circled, and it seems that the inner city is also starting to be full." ”

"Nonsense! The king would not do this to us. It is the food he brings us that allows a small country like us to survive in troubled times!" retorted those who did not find the bones.

"Why should I lie? If this is true, I will be one of these bones, immortal and immortal. Besides, isn't it easy to confirm whether this is true or not?" Yuki said unhurriedly.

This drop of water does not leak, which makes those people think of the children of the same age as Yushu in their own family, and they are suspicious in their hearts. Hearing that Yuki had evidence, he hurriedly asked, "What is it?"

The crowd followed the boy's hope, and it was the guard: "You may ask him why the king decrees that after sunset the lights must be turned off and bed, and that you are not allowed to go out at night." ”

"I don't know! It's none of my business! It's the one who told us to bury these jars! I don't know where the heads are! Yes...... Ah!" The guard in his early twenties waved his hand all the way back, and the sight of so many heads made him turn pale.

I finally won the opportunity to stay behind, and I didn't have to go to the battlefield with those hot-blooded idiots who shouted "sacrifice for the country" all day long, but I didn't die at the hands of this group of mobs!

Before the word "mountain wind" could be spoken, the retreating guard tripped and fell on his head on a stone that appeared at some point, and he was unconscious.

"Go, go to the king, and seek justice for our dead relatives. "The boy who dug up Adu from before held his father's head in his hands, his eyes were cracked and full of resentment.

In response, a word reminded everyone who was immersed in the loss of their loved ones, and they followed the boy away with the jar containing the corpse.

And when the people were gone, the torches were gone, and between heaven and earth sank into darkness. In the darkness, only the sound of an old woman digging in the soil remained.

"Adu, Adu, be good, don't hide, go home with A-Niang. The woman's voice was choppy and like a whisper, and the bad boy who always liked to trouble herself was gone.

The old man's silver hair in Yuki's black pupils was particularly eye-catching.

"I'm sorry. After a long time, the young man bowed his head and apologized, and his voice was compassionate, not knowing whether it was the woman or the woman's son.

There were two people standing on the tall building of the Imperial City.

Yumi has thaumaturgy, and his eyesight is a hundred times that of ordinary people, and the riot at the city wall is naturally clear.

"How foolish the world is. The long-haired young man who retracted his gaze sighed. "Just a few words and I believed it. ”

Yan Yang next to him was unconvinced: "Who do you think is your apprentice, Brother Chonghua." ”

Her apprentice can only be commented on by herself, not others.

Yumi, no, Prince Chonghua tilted his head and thought for a while.

The time for the young man to appear was neither early nor late, and he avoided the important with just a few words, and easily led the spearhead of everyone's anger to the monarch. He also used luck to push the stones, so that the witnesses could leave the field as soon as possible after finishing their lines. This is the degree of proportion. And also......

"You're the second apprentice in the world I've ever seen. His expression was serious. As a foreigner, she can spend ten years in peace, which cannot be said to be the credit of her, the lord of a city.

"You've just come down the mountain, how many masters have you seen?" Yan Yang sneered, his steps hurried but not chaotic. After walking through several labyrinthine corridors, you will arrive at a small room.

"Let's go inside. Yan Yang pointed to the door, but walked out quickly: "I still have to bring another road idiot in." ”

Although the woman was in a hurry, she still did not forget to repeat the sarcasm.

Chonghua smiled bitterly, his home has not changed for ten years, but he is erudite and strong in memory, and it is difficult to recall things that he does not take to heart.

Pushing the door in, there was a middle-aged male corpse sitting in the middle of the room, the male corpse was a blue short coat from the ordinary Shikoku, but it was difficult to hide the domineering between the eyebrows. But there was already a rotten stench coming from his body.

The overlord of this life is surrounded by blue brilliance, never abandoning, as if protecting the man's body, and waiting for the return of the old man.

As soon as Chonghua entered the door, the blue light was frightened, as if it was alive, and frantically surrounded the corpse.

"It's finally back, son!" a majestic male voice came from the corpse.

"Mother, I'm back. Chonghua turned a blind eye to this scolding, and there was still a shallow smile on his handsome face.

The speed of the blue glow slowed down. There is a slight stagnation in the flow, as if to confirm this. Suddenly, Huaguang was prosperous, and he wanted to pounce on the young man but was restrained, so he could only continue to circulate around the male corpse.

"I see. Chonghua made a sudden realization, "Yanyang didn't lie to me, because the only son who was by his side ten years ago was infected with the Red Death and couldn't replace you as the core of Tianping, kill your sister who is related by blood, and continue your ability." However, what is the origin of the one who can replace you as a child? ”

Chonghua smiled at his mother's soul, humble and polite, but he did not have the feelings of respect and longing that he should have as a son of others.

In my memory, my mother has always been docile and cowardly, and even her subordinates can be humiliated, and she never dares to argue with her domineering father. As a son, he only watched from afar, because his father did not allow her to pass on her cowardly character to him, so he has always been raised by others.

Has she seen me? Chonghua looked at the blue light a little puzzled, and recalled carefully.

After studying the Hitomi technique, my vision of past memories has also been broadened by three points, and I can see farther than just walking in a straight line, bypassing obscurations.

In his memory, surrounded by the subordinates of the stars and the moon, he saw his mother who was half hiding behind the door.

Occasionally, I looked back inadvertently, and it was my mother who flashed in my pupils.

In the middle of the night, through his closed eyes, he saw his mother staring at him.

is so weak, obviously around him, but he never dared to step forward until he was kicked out by his father.

He never cared about his mother, and he didn't even know her name. With the cultivation of the hour, he abandoned the past, if it were not for the deliberate arrangement of the hour, this sadness was destined to follow her to the nine springs.