Huihuan Achebe is an acute man.

For the sake of Lu Ran, Ke Zhizi, and even that strange Lu Qing, he has endured it for a long time.

Either because he was too sensitive, or because his cultivation was higher and his perception was stronger, that voice had been there since he left the Eight Immortal Tower.

Big and small, far and near, continuous sounds.

He couldn't even ignore the fact that no matter how many times he meditated on "meditation," the sound could only fade away, but it could not disappear.

It was the screams of people.

I can't hear such a voice.

The same voice, under the throne that day, the second brother Bonah let out a similar scream.

It was a voice that could not be forgotten.

So he decided to find out by himself where this sound came from and why it made such a miserable sound.

In order to conceal himself, Huihuan touched along the back streets and alleys little by little, and the closer he got to it, the clearer the sound became.

Bola just roared at first: "Why! Why! ”

Bona later cried: "Big brother! Eldest brother! ”

Probably until the last moment, Bona thought of Huihuan, and he almost exhausted the last strength of his life, and shouted hoarsely: "Hui-Huan!" ”

"Hui-Huan!"

The sound cut through the whole palace, through the sky, through the twenty cities of Chebe, and thus through the sixteen years old of his youth.

Hui Huan only felt the magic sound in his ears, and then he couldn't hear anything, and he saw several black-armored attendants carrying a corpse, which was covered with a mourning flag embroidered with the family crest.

They showed no mercy and passed him like this.

He knew he was late.

From then on, when he looked at the palace, the steps, the banners, and the thrones that stood high, he felt that they were silent and broken.

Huihuan continued to move forward, it was already close, and there was only half a block away from the Eight Immortal Towers.

He stopped, disappeared in a dark corner, and quietly stared at the Eight Immortal Towers in front of him.

The lights flickered, making Huihuan feel that his side was darker, and the darker he was, the louder, more and clearer the sound.

The lights flickered, and the breath flickered, making Hui Huan feel that this building was like a troll, flashing with a deadly light in the dark night, and his mouth kept letting out human-like screams.

For a while, he did hear this voice a lot.

Sometimes in the bathtub.

Sometimes under the spokes of the carriage.

But more often than not, in dreams.

He often wonders if the second brother's words have not been finished, whether he wants to say "Huihuan, I'm so miserable", or "Huihuan, don't be like me"......

But what he should say is "Go back and avenge me!" ”

Or just a warning.

Go back and run away.

Run.

Huihuan will not run away again, and when he was sixteen years old, he had already escaped once.

Hui Huan was already standing in the dark alley opposite the Eight Immortal Tower, and the screams like weeping were already close to his ears, and if he felt closer, these sounds would penetrate into his heart and lungs, and then gnaw at his bone marrow.

Huihuan found a wooden bar on the side of the road, don't use it as a sword at his waist, and don't bring a thousand gold swords in order to prevent Ke Zhizi from getting into danger, as a sword cultivator, he may not have a famous sword in his hand.

When he thought of the sword, he felt a lot more relieved.

A sword can't cut through that sound, but it can with a sword.

At first, Huihuan tried to cover up the sound with singing and dancing, but the singing and dancing were too noisy.

Later, he indulged in nature and wanted to use the sound of nature to eliminate this sound, but nature was too quiet.

Eventually, he found a voice that he could no longer hear when it appeared.

The sound of the sword.

Whether it's out, swinging, drawing or retracting.

Or the rustle of a sword piercing the throat, a sword piercing the chamber, or a sword slicing through the skin of an enemy.

He couldn't describe the sound to anyone, only that when the sword sounded, he forgot himself.

So this prince of cultivating immortals, who was not seeking to be motivated, began to set off towards the goal of "Sword Saint".

Maybe one day I can refine a kind of "silent sword" that can soothe all the miserable voices in this world.

All he wants now is to wait, wait for the lights of the Eight Immortal Towers in front of him to turn off.

As Lu Ran said, after the eight immortal buildings are more than halfway through, they will definitely turn off the lights as if they are going to die in a hurry.

It's like you're going to die......

Thinking of this, Hui Huan couldn't help but smile, thinking that this was what Lu Ran would say, and thinking of the first time he saw him, his behavior was reckless and his demeanor was exaggerated, and he was indeed a bit like Bona.

There is also the kind of heart that is on fire, but always looks indifferent.

It's also strange to say, it seems that there is a place where Lu Ran is, and the scream is a little lighter.

Even if he just thought of him, he was obviously so close to the Eight Immortal Tower, but his voice was not as complicated as before.

Maybe you should bring him with you? This person always seems to have some great chance.

Thinking of this, Hui Huan smiled again.

"Brother Huihuan, where are you going?" The red-haired Bona was playing with a ball in the garden, and when he saw Huihuan, he rushed over to say hello.

"My father said he would send me to the Tao." Hui Huan held an immortal talisman in his hand, although it was golden and beautiful, but for children, it seemed too heavy.

Seeing that Huihuan's forehead and chest were full of sweat, Bona asked with concern, "Brother Huihuan, what is cultivation?" ”

"I ...... I don't know, I just know that I have to go far away...... "Huihuan's hands are not only trembling, but his voice is also shaking.

"Will you come back, then?"

"I ...... I don't know ......."

Bona did not speak again, but suddenly crouched down and hugged Huihuan's feet with his unsteady young body.

"Brother Huihuan, your shoelaces are loose."

Bona spent a long time, probably for the first time in his life, to tie Huihuan's shoes.

Then he staggered to his feet and strode towards a woman behind him.

It was a good-looking female sword fairy in a turquoise brocade dress.

"Immortal, let me go in place of Brother Huihuan."

That year, Bona Achebe, five years old, and Huihuan Achebe, three years old.

It was already halfway through noon, and the lights of the Eight Immortals Building were turned off on time.

It's time.

It's just that there doesn't seem to be the hateful black cat in Lu Ran's mouth.

Hui Huan got up and went to the roof, quietly took a few more steps, and stopped again after making sure that there was no danger.

Where do you start?

In the past, he looked down on this building, but now at a high place, under the level of the eyes, he found some incredible details.

This Eight Immortal Building, remove the roof, the lobby, is indeed eight floors, each floor style is different, look carefully, there is no obvious connection between the floors, it feels like a stack of plates, it is stacked layer by layer, and it is not stacked evenly.

Because of this, when you look at the Eight Immortals Tower, you always feel that it is not very stable, and even a little crumbling.

And it is this kind of instability that makes many people dizzy at a glance, so they won't notice at all that the windows and doors of the Eight Immortal Towers are all reversed.

Isn't this exactly the evil method of "turning things upside down"?

Suddenly, Hui Huan's gaze stayed on the sixth floor of the Eight Immortals Tower.

That style of building, which he was all too familiar with, was from his country.

It was a replica of the Colosseum of the Chebe country.

Huihuan's mind moved, and he made a decision.

The sound like a god's scream, at this moment, has also been resounded to the extreme.