On the square of Mo Village, the original high platform has been replaced by a huge tomb and a few small graves, and a tombstone with a height of three zhang stands quietly at the entrance of the village.

Six days have passed since the change of the Tongtian Mountain, and this is now the seventh day.

Mo Ming didn't know how he had come over in the past six days, even if he was extremely unwilling to believe what had happened, he still couldn't change this fact after all.

All the living died overnight, without any scars, whether it was a person or an animal, as if they suddenly lost their vitality at the same time, scattered their souls, and only gradually ** bodies remained.

In six days, Mo Ming no longer felt anything, the sadness of despair had already broken his whole heart, and even if he was not able to see the world from his eyes, he thought that he was dead, and he was really the only one left in this world.

More than 430 people in the village have been buried in the huge tomb, and the smaller tomb next to it is buried with Abba and Auntie and the old patriarch.

Mo Ming wanted to bury the people in the village one by one, but there were too many people, so he desperately dug the pit and desperately took out those loved ones from every household, but after all, the time was too short.

He had heard the old man say that if a person dies, he must be buried in the earth within seven days, or he will suffer in the next life.

Mo Ming didn't want to expose those relatives to this sky because of himself, he didn't want those relatives to be deprived of rest because of himself, and he didn't want those relatives to go unrestlessly! Even if his hands and feet were all ground out of blood and worn out of his flesh and skin because of digging pits, he didn't care at all, and there was nothing that could make him care.

After six days, all those relatives were finally buried, and Mo Ming was lying in this new pit on the side, which he had prepared for himself.

Maybe now for Mo Ming, the meaning of life is limited to sending his relatives away, and now that his relatives are gone, there is no meaning of living, maybe only following the footsteps of his relatives and getting together in the next life is the only hope left now.

Pulling the loose soil on the pit, little by little on his body, gradually, most of his body has been covered with mud. It won't be long before he can bury himself completely.

When a person has the will to die, no matter how young he is, he will unconsciously reveal a sense of death. Because the heart is dead, ** life is just a thing without any thoughts.

This dead air is invisible to ordinary people, but it is very thick, and the wind cannot dispel it, and it will only slowly dissipate when the person is really dead, or has the idea of living.

Mo Ming is like this right now, surrounded by a dead air that is so thick that it seems to turn into substance, which is derived from his heart at the same time as all his relatives are dying, because his heart is dead.

However, at a certain moment, just when Mo Ming had already buried himself until only one hand and head were exposed, the dead qi on his body suddenly began to ripple.

An invisible fluctuation came out from his arms to the surroundings, and the endless dead qi around him was quickly dispersed, and the dead qi on Mo Ming's body also became thinner in a few breaths.

At a certain moment, a sense of coolness hit his heart, and Mo Ming suddenly felt something, feeling that a palm-sized thing in his arms was trembling slightly.

Suddenly, Mo Ming unconsciously stopped holding the soil, and then silently pulled out the soil on his chest and took out a palm-sized jade box from it.

The jade box emitted a faint glow, and the coolness that came into my heart was revealed from above.

Mo Ming looked at the jade box for a long time, and then suddenly felt a little angry, shook his hand violently, and threw the jade box out.

He had too much anger in his heart, it was this box that kept him alive on that Tongtian Mountain, if it weren't for this box that suddenly appeared, he wouldn't know everything that happened in Mo Village, he wouldn't have suffered so much, this pain was too painful! He would rather die when he was on Tongtian Mountain.

Throwing the box out, Mo Ming breathed a long sigh of relief, but then the anger in his heart did not decrease but increased, and became more intense, he looked at the sky, and then looked at the still majestic Tongtian Mountain in the distance, and then stood up from the pit suddenly.

"I can't die yet! If I die, those who are close to me will not be at peace, and their bodies will disappear forever into the dust. Their souls will wander forever in this world, never in the afterlife!"

"If I die, all these things will never be lost in time, and no one will know why they died!

"I can't die yet! And I have to try to live, I want to know what all this is, I want to know what happened that day! If all this is man-made, then I will make all the people who happened pay the due price, if all this is the will of God, then I will destroy this day, even if I die in the end and have no place to bury, even if in the end my soul is destroyed, I will never be able to live again, I will also destroy this day and level the mountain!"

Standing quietly in front of the three-zhang high tombstone, he didn't say these words, just looked at the mountain in the distance, looked at the blue sky above his head, and made an oath to death in his heart.

Time turned, Mo Ming stayed in Mo Village for three months, and sat in front of the three-zhang tombstone for three months! When he was hungry, he casually walked into a room and ate the dried meat that had been aged for a long time and was about to spoil, and when he was thirsty, he picked up a jar of old wine that no one cared about anymore and drank it slowly.

In three months, Mo Ming's already thin body became thinner and thinner, and at the age of fifteen, his slightly immature face also grew a long beard that did not match his age in these three months.

Mo Ming stroked the dirty hair on his forehead, stood silently in front of the grave for a long time, and finally left Mo Village.

He brought some change of clothes and some stiff dry food, and took the jade box that had allowed him to survive the accident.

He began a journey to find the cause of this accident, and he was also ready to break into the world of immortal cultivators, find Uncle Sihai, find his sister Mo Xin, and tell them everything that happened in Tongtian Mountain.

Because, for Mo Ming, in this world, there are only two relatives left, Uncle Sihai and his sister.

Mo Ming did not doubt that this accident on Tongtian Mountain would kill everyone in this world, because he knew that it was impossible, there were omnipotent immortal masters in the world, and he could survive, because there was a jade box, and those immortal masters had the magic weapon of Tongtian, so naturally they would definitely survive.

Therefore, he did not have the slightest doubt that Uncle Sihai and his sister Mo Xin were still alive.

Mo Ming left, walking on the road full of rancid smell, those rancid smells were emitted by countless dead people and animal corpses, very pungent, but it could also make him feel more and more the truth of all this.

The grass is green, the ancient trees are swaying, and a person's journey is lonely, especially on the road full of corpses and rancid, there is not even the sound of insects around, only the sound of his own breathing, footsteps, and the rustle of the breeze through the grass and trees.

Mo Ming didn't know how far he had gone, he only knew that ten days had passed quietly, and the towering Tongtian Mountain in the distance seemed to have become blurred, but the surroundings were still lifeless, and he was still alone in this world.

Suddenly, Mo Ming, who was walking, suddenly stopped, and his eyes unconsciously looked at a peak not too far ahead, where there were bursts of sounds.

"Is it a hallucination?"

Unconsciously, Mo Ming had such a thought, because after walking so long and walking so far, he didn't see a living thing, and there were rotting corpses everywhere.

"Maybe it's a hallucination!"

Thinking like this, Mo Ming took steps again and walked forward.

However, as I got closer to the peak, the voice became clearer, and I could faintly hear that there seemed to be a person singing something there.

Mo Ming trembled, his pace unconsciously became faster, walking on the lifeless road full of corpses for so long, he wanted to see people so much, he wanted to make sure that he was not the only one left in this world after all.