In the Valley of Sanssouci, when a ray of sunlight fell from the sky and fell through layers of miasma on the deep cold pool in the center of the valley, Xiao Mo opened his eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What caught his eye was not the familiar festive new house in his memory, but the miasma that diffused in the air; instead of sleeping on the soft and comfortable big bed, he was lying on the edge of the deep cold pool; there was no Ming Daohong of his new wife beside him, but an empty piece.

He stood up in confusion, but the sight before him made his eyes split.

Not far away, several wooden houses built against the cliff wall were destroyed, and several corpses lay on the ground outside.

"Daohong!"

"Erniang!" "Sister!" ......

Dead Xiao Mo let out a miserable howl, he staggered and hurriedly ran over, only to see Hao Ran lying on the ground was the corpses of Qin Qing and Su Xin! Seeing this scene, Dead Xiao Mo only felt that his eyes were dark, and the heavens and the earth were spinning.

Finally stabilized his figure, and the dead Xiao Mo rushed into the destroyed wooden house again, and there was a person lying at the door of the wooden house, face down. He crouched down and turned the man over, but this person was his elder sister who had been away from the valley for a long time.

He shook his body and cried out in his mouth:

"Senior Sister!

But how can a dead man answer?

He got up and rushed in again, came to a room, and saw a woman lying on the edge of the bed, and walked closer to him with his back to him, looking at the woman lying on the edge of the bed with his back to him, he felt that this person was not like Ming Daohong, but the back was very familiar!

He turned the person to face him, but when he saw the person's face clearly, Xiao Mo couldn't help but be stunned!

This person turned out to be Aunt Hua Yueru who was mistakenly killed by him back then!

"Aunt Hua! Aunt Hua!" Dead Xiao Mo shook her shoulder and shouted, but there was no response either. He reached out and wiped it lightly between Hua Yueru's nose, but the result he got made him even more sad, the person was dead, not only did he have no breath, but he didn't even have the temperature.

"Aunt Hua!woo woo~" Dead Xiao Mo hugged Hua Yueru in his arms, Rao is a seven-foot man, and he couldn't help but shed tears of sadness and despair at this moment.

......

Two hours later, the dead little Mo was digging a pit in the woods in the valley with a hoe, and every time he waved the hoe in his hand, the soil was picked up by him, and the pit in front of him became deeper.

After digging for a while, Xu was a little tired, and Xiao Mo stopped what he was doing. He turned his head and glanced to the side, his expression was full of sadness, there were four corpses there, it was Qin Qing, Su Xin, Xing Ling, and Hua Yueru.

At this time, Xiao Mo has figured out everything, the experience of the past few years is fake, it is just a dream he made!

But there's one thing that's true, and it's not only true, it's too true.

This incident is that he killed his relatives, and not only Aunt Hua Yueru, but also his second mother, sister, and senior sister.

There is a reason why he is so sure, Sanssouci Valley is hidden, except for the residents of the nearby villages who know about this place, even most of the people of Dali do not know what Sanssouci Valley is.

And now, all the people who lived together in the valley were dead, except himself.

"Ah~"

Dead Xiao Mo threw away the hoe in his hand and looked up to the sky and roared, the roar penetrated the lush branches and leaves, through the layers of miasma in the sky, and reached the sky, which lasted for a long time.

The roar was full of grief, resentment, and ...... Helpless.

"God, why are you so unfair to me! Why, why!"

Dead Xiao Mo roared frantically, and after the roar, he held his head and shrank on the ground, and after a while, a low cry came out, muttering with a crying voice:

"I'm so damned! I'm so damned!" he said as he beat his head, his voice full of self-reproach: "I actually killed my relatives with my own hands, killed Erniang, and killed Sister Suxin!"

"I'm damned, woo~"

"I'm damned, woo woo woo~"

After a long time, Xiao Mo's crying gradually stopped, he stood up numbly, took the discarded hoe on the side and continued to dig against the dirt pit, digging hard, digging hard.

The sky was getting dark, and night was falling, and four long soil pits had been dug in front of the dead Xiao Mo.

There were no coffins in the valley, so he had to find four straw mats to wrap around the four corpses, and then put the people into the pit with the straw mats.

Covering the soil and building a wooden monument, the dead Mo knelt in front of the four new graves with a bang.

"Bang!bang......"

Without saying a word, he kept kowtowing to the four new graves, a numb look on his face.

A person may be able to forgive himself for wrongfully killing a loved one, but he cannot let go of the fact that he killed his dearest one a second time.

Even though the first forgiveness was just a dream, it was so real, so real that he didn't want to forgive himself a second time!

Dead Xiao Mo knelt on the ground and kowtowed his head regardless of it, his forehead gradually turned red, and then his skin broke and bled out. Until he couldn't hold it anymore, his head tilted, and he fainted on the ground.

When he woke up again, the bright moon in the sky was already in the sky, and there was silence all around, not even the sound of insects.

He sat up and looked blankly at everything in front of him, and after a while, his eyes turned to the four wooden tablets in front of him, and without warning, Xiao Mo fell to the ground on his knees again and continued to kowtow to the four new tombs.

faint, get up, kowtow, faint, get up, kowtow......

And so on and so forth, when it is dark, the sky is bright and bright, and when it is dawned, it is dark again.

I don't know how many days and nights later, the dead Xiao Mo was exhausted, he collapsed in front of the four new graves, with a pair of godless eyes, looking at the constantly changing miasma in the sky, for a while it felt like his father Dead Xiaolu, smiling at himself, and for a while it felt like his mother Li Mochou, reprimanding himself with a stern expression; finally he also saw Erniang, Sister Suxin, Senior Sister, Aunt Hua, and even his wife Ming Daohong, who had married him in a dream......

He felt like he was going to die, so he slowly closed his eyes, and consciousness gradually faded away from him.

At the moment when Xiao Mo lost consciousness, a bead in his arms suddenly flashed with a faint light.

Once again, Xiao Mo woke up again.

The moment he opened his eyes, he found that he was still lying in front of the four new graves, but the weakness that had come from his body the first few times he woke up was gone.

He stood up and looked around, but there was not much change in his surroundings, except for a few more tender green shoots on the grave, and a few more fallen leaves on the ground.

He touched his forehead, which was smooth and showed no signs of injury.

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