Jiang Xiansheng dragged his body and crawled in front of his mother Cheng Ling little by little, he looked at Cheng Ling with a painful face, raised his arm and wiped the blood on Cheng Ling's face with his sleeve, but the blood had already coagulated, and he could only wipe it more and more dirty.

Jiang Xiansheng's eyes were full of tears, rolling down Cheng Ling's body drop by drop, and it wasn't until Jiang Xiansheng came to his parents that he really experienced the feeling of despair and helplessness, which was very painful.

Jiang Xiansheng crawled and put his parents together, and then lay down on the ground directly when he was tired.

Although he had regained a little strength, and had refined nearly eighty percent of the impurities in his body, if he was an ordinary person, it would not be a problem to break a wall several feet thick with one punch.

But the impurities in Jiang Xiansheng's body were caused by the power of the curse, and the power of the curse still absorbed his vitality, so it was not easy for him to slowly recover his normal strength.

Time passed little by little, Jiang Xiansheng felt the aura in heaven and earth every night, and continued to refine the impurities in his body, his body was recovering little by little, but the abscesses on his face did not change at all, but became more terrifying.

Jiang Xiansheng slowly regained his ability to walk in the past few days, and he began to take the only shovel in the family to find a suitable place on the mountainside not far away to dig the cemetery.

The place that Jiang Xiansheng and his family found was surrounded by woods, a very barren place, and even the nearest village was nearly ten miles away, which led to the fact that even after so long, no one had ever come here to ask.

Their family was not treated well by the people in the village here because of Jiang Xiansheng, so they came to this remote corner.

The boy took a shovel and dug little by little into the dirt under his feet, but for a few days of fine weather, the soil here was not dry and cracked, but it did not have a lot of moisture.

Jiang Xiansheng could only find a relatively soft place and began to dig with the shovel in his hand.

So Jiang Xiansheng began to dig tirelessly with a shovel for an hour, two hours, and three hours.

But even so, only one pit can only be dug in a day, which is not very large, and the shovel also digs a large rock in the process of digging the earth, which is dull and dull, making it even more difficult to dig.

Jiang Xiansheng, who returned home, looked at Jiang Cheng and his wife who were placed on the bed by him, and felt very sad, so he worked harder to cultivate the moving mountain, wanting to speed up the progress of his body refining.

One day, two days... Time passed quickly, and in the past two days, Jiang Xiansheng did not dig the cemetery, but dismantled all the wood in the house, except for the bed where his parents were lying.

Jiang Xiansheng moved his parents into the coffin, and then made the big bed into the last two coffin lids.

Jiang Xiansheng would be tired as if paralyzed every time he did these things, he gasped and lay on the ground staring at the wooden roof that had been partially demolished by him, his eyes full of memories of the past.

Finally, after nearly four days, he dug out the large pit used in the cemetery, which was half a man deep.

At this time, Jiang Xiansheng tied two coffins with two ropes to his body, and began to walk towards the cemetery he dug step by step.

But how heavy were the two coffins, and he was a fourteen-year-old boy who had just regained his strength, and he moved the coffins forward little by little like an old cow.

The rope tightly wrapped around Jiang Xiansheng's shoulders, and gradually two red blood stains stained his clothes, and it was not until night that he pulled the coffin into the two wooden paths he had placed, and slid the coffin into the cemetery along the plank.

At this time, Jiang Xiansheng looked at the two coffins in the cemetery, and his heart was also very uncomfortable, and finally filled the big pit with his hand by pulling the soil on the side.

In the early morning, a bloodstained hand was holding a wooden board stuck in front of a small mound, on which were several large characters written in a mixture of blood and cinnabar

"The tomb of father Jiang Cheng and mother Cheng Ling!"

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In a dense forest, Jiang Xiansheng held a cane cut from a tree trunk, and walked towards Yunan Town in front of him, although Jiang Xiansheng's body was no longer as scarred as before after two days of recuperation, but he had lost too much vitality, coupled with excessive sadness, his body could not be as normal as a normal person.

And because Jiang Xiansheng hadn't walked for too long, he could only slowly move forward on crutches, thinking of cultivating in this place for a few days, but Jiang Xiansheng found that there was no food at home, and he hadn't eaten for a whole day and night.

Jiang Xiansheng walked and found a lake in front of him, thinking that he could finally drink a sip of water, but who would have thought that the curse on his body would attack at this time, and on his right leg, blood-red pustules began to grow slowly.

The pustules on Jiang Xiansheng's body had already grown a full eighty, and this right leg was the only clean place, but now as Jiang Xiansheng cultivated and moved the mountains and sucked the spiritual power of heaven and earth into his body, his curse had already begun to become manic.

Jiang Xiansheng's vision had begun to blur, and his consciousness had begun to be unconscious, and before he fell unconscious, he vaguely heard someone talking

"Go, go! This person is covered with pustules, and at first glance he is infected with some terrible terminal disease, be careful to infect us, hurry away from him! ”

"But..."

"Nothing! Let's go! ”

The sky gradually darkened, Jiang Xiansheng slowly opened his eyes, and there was a self-deprecating smile on his mouth, how could he ask others to do to him like this, only he could save himself.

Jiang Xiansheng slowly approached the lake on crutches, gently took a sip of water and drank it, and then washed his face with clean water, and under the light of the moon, a face covered with blood-red pustules was imprinted on the surface of the water.

Jiang Xiansheng looked at himself on the lake, but his heart became more determined, since God thinks that I should survive, and my father and mother also hope that I will live well, then I should work harder, otherwise I will not be able to survive this half-year catastrophe.

Thinking of this half-year tribulation, Jiang Xiansheng always felt more urgent, because he found that because of his absorption of spiritual power, the curse in his body began to gradually become active.

Although this curse can speed up the removal of impurities in one's body faster, it also accelerates the passage of one's life even more.