In the empty courtyard, after the Great Situ added enchantments and prohibitions, he put out the three tastes.

The curtain with the black veil was removed, revealing a miserable white and colorless face.

Da Situ's neck, side face, and forehead were all covered with strange black lines, his eyes were dim, and the whole person was like a puppet carefully refined by a puppeteer, without a trace of life.

Compared with the evil of the gods and demons of the Ghost Moon King, Da Situ is grotesque and treacherous that is neither human nor ghost.

The lifeless puppet mechanically took out the Gu Yuan Dan in the jade bottle and swallowed it in one gulp.

Before the medicine could dissipate, he took the first glass of wine and drank it.

The sweet and fragrant liquor spreads between the lips and teeth, and what flows into the bottom of the heart is boundless bitterness.

His vision blurred, and the fragments of countless memories replayed in his mind.

It was when he was young, when his parents were still alive.

And then?

And then there was no then.

Under the imperial power, everything is gone.

Da Situ withdrew from the extremely brief memory, and a tear fell from his eyes like stagnant water.

It turns out that his happy days are pitiful.

Originally...... Not a day of his happy days was that man.

Even if he has supreme authority, he is no longer as weak and deceitful as he was when he was a child.

Life and death are snatched, and the power is in hand.

He thought revenge was a joy.

However, the three tastes ruthlessly confirmed his conjecture that had flashed in a flash.

He wasn't happy.

Treading on the blood of his enemies, he lived as he hated.

The blood of the enemy will not quench his pain, but will only make him colder and more insane.

So he did something even more wrong.

Da Situ covered his eyes, but a touch of crystal sparkled from between his fingers.

Mistakes on mistakes, mistakes on mistakes!

His body spasmed, as if he was suffering some terrible torture.

In fact, it is.

The taste of the three tastes, the musician, also the death.

Because there is no other pleasure, because ...... There is no other person in the world.

The past cannot be traced, and even the happiest memories will turn into deadly knives.

What's more, looking back on the past, in his long life, there was only a pitiful moment of happiness in his childhood.

After a while, Da Situ barely regained his composure and removed the hand covering his eyes.

Tears still flowed uncontrollably, but there was no trace of sadness on his face.

There is too much pain, and I have long been numb.

He even held his hand steady and picked up the second glazed slur.

The same liquor streaked across the mouthpiece, but this time it was endlessly bitter.

Memories flooded back, pain and sorrow filled every drop of his blood.

His sorrow was simply too much compared to his pitiful happiness.

The pain of displacement after the collapse of the family, and the sorrow of the cold in the high place behind the power.

And......

The heart-wrenching pain of never losing a loved one.

How sad it is to lose it before I know that I actually love him.

Maybe he had noticed it a long time ago, but he didn't want to admit it.

After all, it was the son of his enemy, even if it ...... Even he was persecuted by his so-called father.

He was a sinner blinded by hatred who did irreparable wrongs, too...... A total wretched worm.

His heart, which had been numb, hurt again, and the dense pain could not spare every nerve in him.

Da Situ sat down on the ground in a daze, and crystal tears fell, smashing fine dust on the floor.

He was wrong.

He was really wrong.

Da Situ bent down in pain, and a near-death wail came out of his throat.

(End of chapter)