Why, is the body of my mother, who was buried in the ground eleven years ago, here to appear?

The answer to this question may only be known to his father-in-law, whom he has never met face-to-face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Suddenly remembered the conversation between his father-in-law and the man in black he heard the day before yesterday, and at this moment, thinking of the scene in front of him, Yang Xiaoling suddenly felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.

At this time, he couldn't wait to rush to the Falling Snow Valley immediately, perhaps, everything was still in time. But he couldn't. It's just because there are more important things waiting for him to do at the moment.

"Mother, the child is not filial, I can't let you be buried in the ground", Yang Xiaoling's face was sad, and he knelt down in front of the ice coffin, kowtowing three times.

Slowly, a few wisps of white mist rose from the ice coffin, and Mei Luoyun lay quietly in it, with her eyes closed and a peaceful face.

Does she still feel it?

If she still feels it, can she understand the pain in her child's heart?

She also knew that her child was kneeling helplessly in front of her at this moment.

Ten years of inhuman life have made Yang Xiaoling's blood as cold as frost, he has no emotions anymore, he is no longer a normal person.

He grew up. He had endured so much pain and suffering that he shouldn't have endured at his age. The trick of fate made a child who was only fourteen years old endure the most unbearable weight of his life.

A heart, in the midst of destruction and suffering, gradually becomes strong, and at the same time, it also becomes cold.

The huge contrast of fate has made the originally sunny and carefree teenager gradually become the current cold-blooded killer.

I thought that my blood was cold, and there was nothing that could make my heart fluctuate again.

But at this moment, what is it, touching the softest memory in the depths of my heart.

But those, the warmest ones, have long since faded into the past!

It turns out that in the depths of the sinking soul, there is still a little unwillingness after all.

At that moment, he felt his heart throb a little more inexplicably.

At that moment, he felt that his blood had a little more warmth.

At that moment, he was no longer the ruthless cold-blooded killer of the past.

At that moment, the child who had lost his way finally found himself again.

Subconsciously, Yang Xiaoling had already grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand. In the past, he had used this sword to kill too many people.

Those people may have deserved it, or they may have been innocent at all, but he never asked.

All he knew was to obey his father's orders, and he told him to get rid of those people, and he went. There is no reason, not to ask about cause and effect, just because it is what the Father wants him to do. But whatever his father-in-law asked him to do, he always obeyed unconditionally.

And now?

Now, he clenched the sword in his hand again, just like every time before. It's just that this time, it is destined to be qualitatively different from the past.

This time, he didn't want to kill people for no reason, but for love, the kind of love that his son has for his mother. Or, it's a responsibility.

Yang Xiaoling clenched the long sword in his hand and slowly stood up.

Looking at his mother's serene countenance, he smiled. Although there were still some tears in the corners of his eyes, he smiled.

However, at one moment, his body trembled slightly, as if he had made a difficult and decisive decision in his heart.

After death, people always have to go into the ground for peace, even though there are too many reluctances, but he still resolutely pulled out the sword in his hand and slashed at the ice coffin.

No more hesitation, no more hesitation.

The sword fell in his hand, and with a "click", the ice coffin was cracked with an ice sheet more than a foot thick.

Yang Xiaoling picked up his mother's corpse, only to feel that his hand was cold and biting, his hand stagnated slightly, and tears poured out of his eyes again.

"Mother, Ling'er will take you home ......."

After a slight pause, he finally picked Mei Luoyun out of the ice coffin and was about to leave. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the passage outside, thinking that someone was coming.

Yang Xiaoling's face turned cold, and he put his mother back in the ice coffin again. After calming down, he slowly walked out of the stone room.

As far as I could see, seven or eight black-clothed people lined up, blocking the entire circuit. Yang Xiaoling was slightly startled, but then returned to normal.

It's just that the atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense.

In the dark passage, Yang Xiaoling stood tall and stood opposite to the black-clothed men, maintaining a delicate distance between the two sides, confronting each other like this.

For a long time, no one moved, and no one spoke, but as time went by, the atmosphere became more and more tense.

Finally, a man in black at the front said with an expressionless face: "I don't know what Childe is going to do, if you want to take away the people in this stone room, I advise you not to act rashly."

Yang Xiaoling sneered and said lightly: "Why, before my father-in-law left, I was given full authority to handle the affairs here, don't you know?"

The man in black nodded and said, "We naturally know the Lord's arrangement."

Yang Xiaoling said sharply: "That's it." So, I'm going to take the people in this stone chamber now, are you trying to stop me?"

The man in black shook his head slightly, and said, "It stands to reason that the Lord will hand over all the affairs here to the son, so no matter what the son wants to do, we shouldn't take care of it, it's just ......."

Yang Xiaoling said coldly: "Just what"?

The man in black said slowly, "It's just that this thing can't be the only one."

"Oh, that's ......", Yang Xiaoling smiled coldly and said, "But I don't know why"?

The man in black said lightly: "Childe may not know, a few of us are specially taking care of this stone room on the orders of the lord, and now the lord just goes out, so if Childe wants to take away the people here at this time, it will be a little embarrassing for us."

Yang Xiaoling smiled coldly: "Why are you embarrassed"?

The man in black said coldly: "Childe, please think about it, if you take away the people in the stone chamber at this time, when the master returns, won't we people be punished severely?"

A few cold lights flashed on Yang Xiaoling's face, and he said coldly: "Then what if I insist on taking away the people here today?"

The man in black didn't answer immediately, but flicked his robe at the few people behind him.

With a "choking", several black-clothed people had already drawn their blades in their hands.

The man in black who spoke first raised the ghost head knife in his hand, and the blade pointed directly at Yang Xiaoling, and then he spoke: "If Gongzi must come hard, then we have to do the same." If you offend, I hope your son will forgive me."

"Okay, it's very good......", Yang Xiaoling sighed in admiration, and sneered without emotion: "I don't care if you come hard or soft, but I don't want to do anything with you at this time, so you'd better get out of the way for me."

The man in black didn't look like he wanted to give way, but smiled, shook his head and said, "Then what if we don't get out of the way"?

Yang Xiaoling said slowly, word by word: "If you don't get out of the way, then die."

Before the word "death" could be fully spoken, the sword in his hand had already moved, with lightning speed, just like a strong wind. His movements were swift and steady, and he raised his sword and stabbed straight at the man in black on the opposite side.

The passage was pitch black, and it was impossible to see exactly how the two sides were fighting, and there were no complicated and gorgeous move changes.

The fight between killers and killers is not short and ruthless, but it is the most effective and deadly.

A few bits of cold light flashed, mixed with the dull sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh, and then, everything came to an abrupt halt.

"Tick ...... , tick ......", blood slowly dripped from the sword.

Is this the end of it?

It starts abruptly and ends abruptly.

This battle started quickly, but ended even faster.

There was a deathly silence around them, without the slightest sound.

"Ding-dong...... , Ding Dong ......", as if someone's heart is still beating.

In the darkness, there were still people gasping slightly.

With a "poof", someone lit the fire fold in his hand. But seeing that all the people in black have fallen, what about Yang Xiaoling?

He was still alive, and he was holding up the fire fold in his hand, looking at the black-clad killers who fell at his feet with disdain.

And what about himself?

Yang Xiaoling's face was as pale as paper, and there were wounds on his chest, back, right arm and calf, especially the wound on his right arm, where blood gushed like a spring. The depth of the flesh is more than an inch, and the white bones are already visible.

The blood was bleeding, and the entire shirt on his right arm was completely soaked with blood, but he was still clutching the sword in his hand. Streams of blood were pouring out of the wound, running down his right hand, through the sword, little by little, dripping to the ground.

But anyway, he's still alive, and that's enough.

In either case, as long as one is alive, there is hope.

He was badly wounded, but his face remained the same. If this were someone else, I was afraid that I would have fainted in pain, but Yang Xiaoling didn't even snort, just frowned slightly.

It was as if he didn't feel any pain at all. Or maybe it's nothing to him.

He has been a professional killer since he was seventeen years old, and it has been eight years since he was counted. In the past eight years, he has suffered injuries that are even ten times worse than his current life.

He's used to getting hurt.

The killers who blocked the way were all dead, but Yang Xiaoling still held the sword in his hand tightly and stood quietly in place, on full alert. Far from relaxing in the slightest, the expression on his face became more solemn.

Isn't it, who is hiding in the dark?

But he was wounded, and although he was still holding on and not falling, he was no longer sure of victory. If there was a second wave of attacks, he didn't know if he would be able to take it.

Yang Xiaoling waited, time passed very slowly, he seemed to be settled, and he had been waiting intently, and it was like this for about half an hour.

Waiting is the most painful torture. In the past half hour, he felt like a century had passed. Fortunately, however, nothing else happened.

"Whew......".

With a sigh of relief, he walked back to the stone chamber.

After briefly treating the wound, Yang Xiaoling picked up Mei Luoyun's body from the ice coffin, limped out of the stone room, and slowly walked outside the cave.

Strangely, along the way, he did not encounter any obstacles.

Is there really no one else here but him?

Or, no one wants to provoke a madman who has completely lost his life.

In this way, Yang Xiaoling finally walked out of the cave.

The eyes suddenly became brighter, and there was no depression and dullness in the crypt just now.

Although the sky was cloudy, the hearts of the people really felt much more relaxed.

A cool breeze blew on Yang Xiaoling's young face. In the distance, the pine waves were rising and falling in the wind.

He slowly closed his eyes, and after being in the dark for so long, he almost forgot that the feeling of breathing freely in the breeze was so wonderful.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then he smiled. I was very happy and smiled with relief.

He smiled and took a deep breath, as if to his mother on his back, and as if to his own heart, and muttered to himself: "Mother, let's go home ......."

Once, he thought he was lost, but it turned out that he had been hiding from the light.

He was used to the night, to hiding himself in the dark.

One day, when he learned to come out of the darkness, he realized that the light was always by his side.

At this moment, he finally understood what the eldest brother said in the mountains and forests behind Qingshui Villa last time.

"Xiao Ling, you see, although the fog has obscured these branches and leaves, they have always been there, never disappeared, and never changed. In fact, the human heart is like these branches and leaves. Resentment and attachment are the fog in front of us. Obsession blinds our hearts and makes us unable to see ourselves clearly. As a result, too many people have lost their original appearance. Therefore, we have to learn to let go, if we can let go of the obsession in our hearts, you will find that you are still who you are at that time, and you have never changed."

It turns out that it has always been his own obsession that is too deep!

It turned out that he himself chose the darkness, but resented the light for abandoning him.

At this moment, he understood completely, because he was back in the light again.

Turning around and opening his eyes, Yang Xiaoling finally looked at the entrance of the cave in front of him. However, after just glancing at it casually, he turned to look at the scenery in the distance again, and said lightly: "Perhaps, it's time to end everything."