......

Gradually, the bloody breath came in

......

As consciousness gradually returned, the pain began to rage all over his body, but the confusion in his mind made him almost forget that the bones and flesh were still attached to his skeleton.

His lips twitched, as if asking himself, "Am I not dead yet?"

But as soon as his lips separated, the bloody qi from the outside world swarmed into his mouth and even his internal organs, and this disgusting and uncomfortable feeling made him can't help but retching and coughing.

But he vaguely seemed to have almost lost the strength to cough. In desperation, he had to tremble his neck slightly, as if he was rebelling against the demons.

His eyelids slid down again, and the darkness reappeared in front of him, but as soon as the darkness fell, scenes began to flash in his mind again:

- Knives.

-------sword

- Blood.

- Scream.

- Wailing.

- Screaming.

- The sound of falling to the ground.

- The sword flashed, and blood splattered.

------- depravity of human nature.

- The loss of life

......

Somehow, it occurred to him that these things had occurred to him.

He immediately opened his eyes, as if he was about to be devoured by demons and monsters, he was terrified, and even wanted to call out to his mother--- who had been dead for many years--- he kept struggling of course, this was only limited to lying on the ground and writhing, and even the strength to stand up was exhausted in that fight.

He kept twisting his body, as if to convince himself that he had won this life-and-death game!

He was constantly panting.

Waiting for himself to be discovered...... Quietly ...... I spent all my strength to make the insignificant action of opening my eyes, only to find that there was no one, and I didn't know who won and who lost.

Perhaps, but he seems to feel that this only glimmer of life remains, and there will be no more ...... Because the home has been destroyed.

Yesterday, the famous Guan family mansion in Dongzhou was suddenly infiltrated by assassins, and they were obviously prepared, because even with his humble eyes, he could see that at least a dozen martial arts masters participated in this assassination, and each of them was a master of one as ten, and the Guan clan in Dongzhou for thousands of years was tragically wiped out!

Then, like being fed to a dog, he threw his corpse into the wilderness.

He is a descendant of the Guan family, called Guan Daocun, who has known some martial arts moves since he was a child, but how can he redeem adversity by himself?

After calming down a little, he began to think with his chaotic brain: It stands to reason that for a person like an assassin who licks blood from the knife edge, there should be no one left, and whoever sees it will be killed, especially this kind of person who has practiced martial arts, he will definitely not let go.

But he survived. Was it a joke, a piece of luck, or a humiliation? Consciousness had regained most of his mind, and he tried to clench his fists, and when he found that he had gained strength, he propped himself up and staggered forward.

After taking a few steps, he twisted his stiff, aching neck behind him, and he trembled as if he had been struck by lightning—dozens of corpses were piled up in the glade of the woods.

The blood has gathered into a big puddle, or a puddle of blood—it's not a nightmare, it's a reality

He wanted to cry, he wanted to wail, he wanted to find someone to support, he looked up, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the bloody breath poured into his throat again, so he lowered his head, and finally vomited it out, and collapsed to the ground again. Muddy water, blood, stinky water, and bitter water poured into his mouth and nose together, making him extremely nauseous, and he got up like a ghost and fell backwards. When he stood up again, the dark eyes in his eyes had already drifted a little.

He wants to survive and take revenge, but he may die of thirst and starvation before he even walks out of the small forest. What is unknown is his other identity------- the young master of the Guan family in Dongzhou!

For all this, he must live at all costs, until all the dust settles, he meditates in his heart.

Thinking of this, his body barely gave him a kind of strength--- not some kind of destructive power that could turn the world upside down----- but the power that allowed him to stand on his legs as a real person.

He had no choice, what could he do in this barren mountain to recover from his state of starvation? If he couldn't quickly find something to eat, he would probably only be the meal on the plate of this mountain beast! A twinkle flashed in his eyes------ but he immediately rejected the idea------ he kept thinking that -----night was coming, he must come up with a way at once!

The hunger in his belly made him more and more dazed------ he knew that if he couldn't find something to eat, he would be a pile of rotten bones exactly like the things around him-----!

As he walked towards the place before, his eyes were very confused, as if he was trying to forget what he was doing and what he was about to do. Kneeling beside the mountain of corpses, groping up.

Soon he picked up a piece of something—a severed hand, and he brought some stinky corpse pieces to his mouth, but his lips twitched, and then his entire face was distorted, but he quickly regained his numbness. He took a bite, but spit it out the moment his tongue touched the flesh, and then propped his hand on the ground, and kept vomiting until he had vomited all the bitterness.

But he grabbed another arm, and without even the trembling of his hands began, he bit down a large piece of it fiercely, and swallowed it again, with tears, bitter water and mud, and as soon as his throat moved, he covered his mouth to prevent himself from "wasting" a little.

He finally didn't allow himself to spit up again.

After getting used to it, he picked up the corpse again, bit down on another piece, and shoved it into his throat with his hand...... By the time he didn't even use his hands, he had swallowed a lot of ...... Loved ones'... Flesh and blood. His heart is dead, and in its place is a ...... Demons, a vengeful ghost.