Crack!

A tearing pop suddenly resounded through the sky, and a blazing white lightning flashed, and a thunder dragon pierced the night sky.

The next moment, the rain was pouring down.

Zhenzhou City on a rainy night, the lights are sparse.

On the official road in the north of the city, a figure is pulling a board cart and struggling to move forward in the rain.

Not into the city, but out of the city.

In the lightning flashing, you can clearly see that it is a tall and thin young man, dressed in a showy manner, with good facial features, although his face is yellow and thin, but his eyebrows are also elegant and handsome, obviously, he should be a beautiful man who is as rich as jade.

At this time, the white robe that he was wearing that had been washed many times had already been wet from the rain, clinging to his body, making him even more emaciated.

Behind him lay an old woman, not only skinny, but also dying, with a terminally ill look.

"Son...... Son......"

As the cart shook violently, the old woman squirmed her lips twice in confusion, and murmured weakly, as if calling out to her son, who had worried her, and even at this dying moment, she was still at ease.

The rain is loud and the call is small.

The young man didn't hear the call behind him, but just buried his head in pulling the cart forward.

Maybe he heard it, but he didn't dare to stop, for fear that once he stopped, he wouldn't have the courage to go further.

After walking three or four miles with difficulty, he turned his footsteps, pulled the cart out of the official road, turned into a rugged mountain road overgrown with wild grass, and walked half a mile before he saw a wild forest, at which time the cart could no longer move forward.

He gently lowered the cart, leaned over to pick up the old woman under the canopy, and walked into the woods.

The old woman murmured weakly again, and this time the young man heard it, and kept at his feet, and said, "Mother, the child will not let you be fine, and you will be well." ”

"Son, mother...... I can't rest assured that you'......"

The old woman muttered, her closed eyelids trembling, and she wondered if it was rain or tears that had slipped from the corners of her eyes.

The young man bowed his head and walked forward, his voice suddenly became hoarse, and he said, "Mother, the child will cure your ......."

"Even if you sacrifice your life!"

The last sentence was so low that only he could hear it.

After a while, the young man stopped, and at this time, in front of him, there was a dilapidated temple, I don't know how many years it had been abandoned, most of the walls had collapsed, and only one corner of the eaves was still intact, standing alone in the ruins.

Under the eaves of that corner, there is a clay sculpture, which cannot be seen clearly in the dark.

After the young man stayed in the rain for a few breaths, he slowly walked under the eaves in that corner, and carefully put down the old woman on his back, before he knelt on his knees, prostrate in front of the clay statue, and said in a trembling voice: "In Xia Jing Han, a person from Zhenzhou, he lost his father since he was a child, and was raised by his mother alone, and now his mother is seriously ill and cannot be treated, Jing Han grieved that he failed to fulfill his filial piety, and begged the demon lord to have mercy, and showed mercy, and gave him the creation to save my mother, Jing Han swore here, willing to live and serve the adult, and would rather die than regret!"

After all, it's nine rings.

The clay statue was motionless, like a dead thing.

But Jing Han was not the slightest bit anxious, just kneeling.

If his words were heard by others, they would definitely think that he was insane, and there are many legends of fairies and ghosts in the world, but no one takes those seriously, especially those who read books like him, and they sneer at the nonsense of those who think they are ignorant.

If this matter reaches the ears of the teacher of Qingfeng Academy, he is afraid that his talent and reputation will not be guaranteed.

However, at this time, he couldn't care so much.

Moreover, when he strayed into this place not long ago, he encountered some things that made him firmly believe that there were fairies, demons and monsters in this world. After a while, the silence under the eaves was broken.

A cold woman's voice came from the clay statue, like a ghost under the Nine Shadows, without emotion.

"Xiucailang, I just said that you will definitely come to me again, right?"

Jing Han was shocked, knelt down and lowered, as if the whole person was about to shrink into the dirt and leave, and said in a trembling voice again: "I implore Lord Demon Venerable to cast a spell to save my mother!"

"It's okay to save people, but your previous oath is true?"

"There is no lie!"

"Tut-tut, it's really touching filial piety, just to save your mother, filial piety alone can't do it, if you are willing, cut off a piece of flesh in your heart, and I will immediately cast a spell to save your mother!"

"Huh?"

When Jing Han heard this, his face turned pale.

"What? Don't you dare or don't give up?"

The voice in the clay sculpture was full of sarcasm: "Didn't your filial piety move the heavens and the earth, and now you are going to retreat?"

Jing Han slowly straightened his body, turned his head to look at the old woman who was dying, with a sad and determined look in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "My mother gave birth to me and raised me, twenty years are like a day, with hard work, my life is given by her, and now she is seriously ill, use my life for her life, where will I be reluctant, I just feel distressed, after I leave, my mother will be alone, I am worried that she will not be able to take care of herself." ”

A sneer came from the clay sculpture.

Jing Han listened to it in his ears and didn't explain much, just silently picked up a tile, opened the robe on his chest, and stabbed it in the chest. With a pop, the tiles pierced his chest two or three inches, and blood burst out in an instant, staining his hands and the wet robe on his body.

The pain of piercing his heart almost made him unconscious, but he was afraid that if he failed to cut off a piece of his heart, and Lord Demon Venerable refused to treat his mother, then his death would be in vain.

So he bit the tip of his tongue to stimulate himself to wake up, and then cut the flesh and cut out a piece of meat.

"Lord Demon Venerable, don't forget to save my mother!"

Jing Han held the meat dug out of his chest in both hands, and knelt down in front of the clay sculpture again, but after saying this, his eyes were black and unconscious.

"But you have the guts!"

A layer of white light suddenly appeared on the clay sculpture, and the next moment it turned into a phantom-like woman, although it was not a physical object, but you could also see the face of the country and the city.

The woman glanced at the unconscious young man a few times, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a while, she opened her mouth and exhaled a milky white breath, which was poured into the old woman's mouth and nose, and then with a flick of her fingers, a bead-like white light fell into Jing Han's mouth, and then she muttered unhappily, before she re-entered the clay sculpture and disappeared, and then disappeared, as well as the piece of heart meat in Jing Han's hand.

......

......

The rain fell overnight and did not stop until early in the morning.

Jing Han felt a chill all over his body and woke up.

"I'm not dead?"

He was stunned, looked down at his chest, and found that it was intact, and the other party who dug the flesh last night only had a shallow scar.

"I remember ......"

In the middle of his words, he suddenly stopped, threw himself to the old woman beside him, and called out excitedly: "Mother, wake up, mother, can you hear me calling you?"

The old woman did not wake up, but her pale and sickly complexion was gone, her face gradually became ruddy, and her breathing was even and powerful, as if she were asleep.

Jing Han shook slightly, and when he saw that the old woman had no reaction, he couldn't help but become worried.

Is it because I didn't succeed in cutting off the flesh of my heart last night, and Lord Demon Venerable blames me for not completely curing my mother?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt guilty, fell to his knees with a plop, prostrated in front of the clay sculpture, and said in a trembling voice: "Lord Demon Venerable, you have a lot, if you want to blame, blame me, don't blame my mother, I will cut off the flesh of my heart, please be sure to treat my mother!"

So saying, he picked up the tiles again and plunged them into his chest.

"It's noisy!"

An impatient scolding came from the clay sculpture, and the tiles in Jing Han's hand shattered.

Jing Han was frightened and frightened.

A cold voice came from the clay sculpture: "Shouting early in the morning, disturbing my retreat, be careful that I kill you!"

Jing Han knelt and kowtowed: "Please Lord Demon Venerable to calm his anger!"

"Go kill someone, dig out his heart, and bring it to me, or you won't want to see your mother again!"

The cold voice fell, a gust of wind blew, and Jing Han fell strangely outside the wild forest.

When Jing Han heard that he was going to kill people and dig out his heart, he was immediately terrified and wanted to rush into the wild forest, but he was pushed away by a force and retreated to the official road.

"Mother......" he cried out heartbreakingly.

"Before dark, if you don't bring a heart, I'll dig out your mother's heart!"

A cold voice rushed into his ears, making him feel like he had been struck by lightning, and he was stunned in an instant!

With a heart-rending cough, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Mother, it's all my fault, it's me who hurt you, the child is not filial......"

He sat on the side of the road, crying.

thought that coming to find this demon hiding in the ruined temple would be able to save his mother, but he ended up taking his mother in. If he is asked to kill people, how can he be allowed to do murder and arson?

After crying for a long time, he staggered to his feet, walked towards the city in a daze, and muttered to himself: "Mother, the child will not let you have anything, will not let you have anything......"