"Miao..."

In the blur, it seemed that someone was calling his name.

Cheng Miao couldn't help but feel dizzy when he looked at the four bright and bizarre scenes, and then the picture turned and he actually came to a mansion courtyard.

The three sides of the courtyard are long corridors, one side is a white wall partition, the corridor is covered with dark blue tiles, the roots of the giant wood are built into a simple support, the giant wood is either carved or hollowed out, the workmanship is exquisite and gorgeous, the railings on both sides of the corridor are made of a blue-white enamel-like thing, and the white wall of the partition is a peaceful mural.

There was a vague figure standing in the courtyard, and the figure turned around, and its facial features were so familiar.

The man in the courtyard smiled like a flower, and shouted softly as if he was whispering: "Miao..."

Cheng Miao pulled out his legs and wanted to walk down the corridor to the courtyard, but no matter how he walked, he couldn't seem to get out of the corridor, and the people in the courtyard were getting farther and farther, he wanted to shout loudly but suddenly found that no matter how he shouted, he couldn't make a sound...

"Sister Xi'er!"

Cheng Miao suddenly shouted, but everything in the courtyard disappeared without a trace.

Cheng Miao gasped for breath and looked around.

The decaying temples, with their broken tiles and crumbling walls, have long since failed to fulfill their duty of shelter from the wind and rain, and the statues of the gods have long been eroded and collapsed by the wind and rain.

And Cheng Miao lived in the corner of the dilapidated temple, pillow on the slightly wet straw that was not dry.

Cheng Miao shook his head vigorously, which was still a little trance-like, as if he wanted to clear someone and something from his mind, but those memories had already been deeply engraved in his mind.

He still remembers that day full of jade plate silver moon hanging high in the sky, in his memory of more than ten years has never seen such a perfect silver moon, the cold moonlight sprinkled all over every corner of memory, as if for everything in the world is plated with a layer of dreamlike silver light.

It is a monthly ritual and the only time of relaxation in the busy month after each festival, which is why each festival is always so solemn and lively, and even the air is filled with the sweet smell of burning incense.

The smell in the air of this festival seems to be a little different...

The ancestral hall where the sacrifice was held was originally a solemn and silent area, but today there were bursts of helpless roars, angry scolding, desperate screams, and miserable screams...

The sound of the sound alone can make people's hearts feel like a scene of infernal purgatory, the air is filled with the unique smell of fresh blood, and the atmosphere is extremely oppressive, as if the neck is choked by an invisible ghost.

The murals depicting the suppression of demons and spirits in the ancestral hall were also splashed with fresh blood, flickering in the flickering candlelight, and the swaying of the light distorted the murals full of divinity in the past.

The demons and spirits in the mural seem to have come to life, constantly twisting their distorted bodies, suppressing the heavenly king of the spirits, and the saint also reveals a twisted cruelty under the soaking of blood...

An old man dressed in a cyan robe with five locks of snow-white long beard scolded loudly: "Cheng Xi, you ungrateful traitor! If the Cheng family hadn't adopted you back then, you would have been exposed to the wilderness and reduced to the belly of a wild dog and a lone wolf! Now you have joined forces with outsiders to do such an angry thing as judging the clan!"

And the person in front of the old man was dressed in a loose light veil, but it was difficult to hide the graceful figure, even if the twin peaks were hidden in the loose top, a touch of amazing arc could be faintly seen, and the waist was covered with a white silk silk, showing that the waist was full of a hand, and the legs were looming in the light veil during the walk, and a glance was enough to see the pair of slender lower limbs.

The head is full of green silk like a waterfall hanging to the waist, and a simple phoenix hairpin is obliquely inserted in the hair, like a delicate and small phoenix bird perched on the head and full of black hair.

The eyebrows on the goose egg face are curved like willow leaves, the eyes are like a clear spring in a deep valley, the onion nose is small and straight, the red lips are pursed, and the beautiful facial features are covered with frost, like a thousand years of ice sculpture.

The woman said coldly: "I have said countless times that you want to join forces with one of the nine clans, and you have been stubborn again and again, holding on to the rotten stereotypes and bad habits of the past, and pretentious in guarding the glory of the past. ”

Cheng Xi paused and continued: "Betrayal or not can't change this result, it's just to let it usher in its fate in advance!"

Now is different from the past, now the situation is crumbling, and the old man has long lost his former calmness, and angrily reprimanded: "How can my Cheng family be a servile and subdued person, clinging to the nine surnames, and allowing others to slaughter them? A traitor is a traitor!"

The corners of the woman's mouth hooked a trace of arc, and she snorted coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Today's disaster could have been avoided, you stubborn old things!"

As soon as the words fell, the woman galloped towards the old man in front of her at a speed that was difficult for mortals to see......

In the courtyard in the distance outside the ancestral hall, Cheng Miao looked at everything in front of him dumbfounded, he couldn't even make a sound, he lived under the protection of his parents since he was a child, he didn't even dare to kill chickens, and he fainted for a while when he saw blood, but at this time, he saw a scene like purgatory.

The empty courtyard was littered with stumps and severed arms, and the flat ground was affected by the aftermath of the battle, as if it had been plowed all over again, and the ground was full of potholes and cracks, and the potholed ground was already filled with scarlet blood, as if it was still warm.

A terrible scream came into his ears, and Cheng Miao turned his head numbly with his voice.

I saw a Cheng family attendant in the corridor next to the courtyard slumping weakly to the ground, hot scarlet blood gushing out from the wound on his neck, and the white wall in the corridor was sprinkled with his blood.

The murderer was dressed in a black night suit, if it was in the night when the moon was hidden and the stars were extinguished, I am afraid that it would be able to blend perfectly with the night, but today's moonlight is so bright, and the black night suit is so conspicuous in the silver light comparable to day.

The man in the night suit watched this scene quietly with a smile on his face, using blood as ink, white walls as paper, graffiti by hand, and raised his hand to sketch an extremely abstract and distorted painting.

It's hard to describe what kind of scene his painting describes, maybe Cheng Miao has never seen this scene at all, so he can't imagine it out of thin air, just looking at this painting can make him feel a kind of fear and despair from his heart, as well as a trace of bloody and distorted beauty...

He squinted at the painting he had sketched with one hand, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said softly: "What a beautiful painting..."

If you listen carefully, you can feel that his words have a slight trill, as if he is excited to the extreme, and the joy is so extreme that it is difficult to suppress.

Cheng Miao looked at the scene in front of him with a blank face, his eyes widened, not because he was numb because of cold blood, but what happened in front of him had long been beyond his inner cognition, he was carefully cared for by his parents and even the entire Cheng family, he had never seen the sinister of the world, and he didn't understand the difficult situation of the Cheng family now.

In his teens, Cheng Miao, as the only heir in the line of the head of the Cheng family, has whatever he wants, no matter what danger occurs, someone always rushes out to protect him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a flower in the greenhouse.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he had an extremely bad feeling in his heart.

The man dressed in black turned his head, stared at the numb Cheng Miao with his eyes, and said with a smile: "Could this be the young master of the Cheng family? ”

His words were gentle and smiling, and if it weren't for the fact that his right hand was still stained with the blood of the chamberlain, most people would have mistaken him for a loving and peaceful elder.

He lifted his foot and walked towards Cheng Miao, and as he walked, blood slid down the lines of his palm to his fingertips.

"Snap"

Cheng Miao seemed to hear the sound of blood dripping down the pool of blood under his feet, causing a circle of ripples, and then calmed down again.

In the blink of an eye, he had already walked in front of Cheng Miao, and he raised his right hand full of blood and stretched out it towards Cheng Miao, but the direction he stretched out was Cheng Miao's neck.

Cheng Miao watched the blood-stained hands reach out to him, and a feeling of extreme discomfort arose from his heart, and he unconsciously wanted to escape, but his body didn't react at all, as if he had lost control of his body.

"Boom"

Just behind Cheng Miao, the white wall that separated the courtyard was suddenly blasted out of a huge hole, and a large amount of billowing smoke spit out from the breach, and a black shadow wrapped in the gravel of the white wall quickly rolled towards the courtyard, and slid into the courtyard in an instant.

The smoke was mixed with flying stones, and in an instant, Cheng Miao and the man in black were engulfed. It was precisely because of the large amount of smoke that Cheng Miao didn't see the bizarre scene in front of him.

The gravel carried a force that was overwhelming, and flew towards Cheng Miao at an extremely fast speed, and the flying gravel seemed to come to life, bypassing Cheng Miao in a strange curve, so he was not damaged at all.

The man in black standing behind him was instantly blurred by the flying stones, and the fat and blood were still flowing all over the ground...

When Cheng Miao barely regained control of his body, he looked behind him, and when he saw clearly the black shadow that had slipped into the courtyard, his eyes were wide open, and he dragged his trembling feet to the black shadow.

He shouted sadly: "Ninth Grandfather!"

It was clear that the black shadow was the old man in a cyan robe with five locks of long beard.

Although the old man was close to death, he was not yet exhausted, when he was dying, he tried to open his eyes, although his eyes were covered with blood scabs, but he could vaguely see that this was his young and ignorant grandson, and his thin fingers like withered branches tightly grasped Cheng Miao's arm, and opened his mouth, as if he had something to say.

"Gollum..."

However, there was a huge scratch on the old man's neck, which tore his throat, and he could no longer pronounce syllables normally, and could only hear bursts of blood pouring into his trachea, and the trachea blew out the grunt of blood, like a lamb to the slaughter that had been bloodied.

Although Cheng Miao is young and ignorant like an idiot, he has a shallow understanding of life and death in his heart, and he only knows that this old man who loves himself is afraid that he is about to die.

Cheng Miao stretched out her trembling hand, trying to cover the wound that was still bubbling with blood, but it was all in vain.

"Don't... Don't..."

Cheng Miao kept muttering in his mouth, time passed minute by minute, he couldn't stop the pace of death after all, the wound on his neck didn't flow out of fresh blood, which meant that his heart stopped beating and was not pumping blood, and the old man died.

Reality does not change by human will, whether we are in deep pleasure or pain, we cannot stop the passage of time, nor can we change the helplessness of reality.

The cruelty of reality, whether you wail, suffer, cry, escape, or regret, cannot change its outcome.

I can only feel sad for my weakness and feel very painful for my powerlessness in the face of reality.

In the past, it is not an exaggeration to say that Cheng Miao is the pride of the sky, he has never seen how cruel this world of natural selection is.

Just today, the cold reality finally tore through the beautiful illusion created by Cheng Miao's elders, and he finally got to see the real and hideous side of this world. The memory of time was blurred, and Cheng Miao didn't know how long it had been, so he lay on the corpse and sobbed.

"Boom... Boom... Boom..."

At this moment, I don't know what rolled to the tail vertebrae behind Cheng Miao.

The thing had a temperature that only living creatures possessed, but it stopped motionless behind Cheng Miao, and after a while, a wet and sticky feeling spread through his clothes to his body.

Cheng Miao turned his head and saw that the object was round, covered with long hair and stained with blood, and it was impossible to distinguish what it was from the surface. And at this moment, he suddenly saw a jade hairpin diagonally inserted in his messy hair, and under the illumination of the silver moon, the jade hairpin seemed to reflect an incomparably magnificent and fantastic light.

It was such a simple glance, the color of the jade hairpin was obviously so soft, but it was like a flash of strong light, which actually made his eyes have a strong tingling feeling.

"This jade hairpin is obviously my mother's..."

Cheng Miao didn't dare to continue to think about it, but kept denying the cruel answer in his heart.

Cheng Miao still trembled and stretched out his hands to pick up the messy hair entanglement object, and he still held on to the last glimmer of hope, like a person who grabbed the last life-saving straw in drowning, longing for the facial features that were not familiar to him under the messy hair entanglement.

Cheng Miao's trembling and slow hands slowly brushed away the tangled messy hair, like an old man who was about to lose his vitality.

With each strand of messy hair, the face under the round object became clearer, and with each clarity, his heart sank a little.

The familiar facial features gradually showed in front of Cheng Miao, this round object was his mother's head, the cruel reality finally completely tore through the last line of defense in his heart, and the bloody truth was undisguised, and the most cruel way showed him his true side.

Scenes of the past about the mother flashed in front of my eyes, familiar as if everything was still yesterday, but everything disappeared in an instant, like an illusion, everything was frozen in front of the head that had gradually lost its temperature.

Cheng Miao couldn't even imagine what happened to her at the last moment of her life, looking at her eyes that were still open until death, hoping to get an answer from her eyes, but unfortunately he might not be able to know this answer in his life.

It wasn't until much later, when Cheng Miao recalled the scene in the moonlight again, that he could come up with some superficial and vague guesses.

Cheng Miao opened his mouth wide, holding the head and wanted to release him and cry bitterly, but found that he couldn't make any sound at this moment, tears were gushing like springs, and big tears were dripping down on the head like rain, mixed with the blood that had not yet coagulated on it, leaving one trace after another on the head.

Cheng Miao's body seemed to have been drained of all her strength, and she knelt on the ground with no strength, tightly hugged the head into her arms, and suddenly let out a howl: "Woo... Ahh

The sound didn't seem to be made by ordinary people at all, but more like a bruised and desperate beast.

The cruelty of reality lies in the fact that it will not stop moving forward because of anyone's sadness, Cheng Miao has not yet withdrawn from the sadness, and in the gap in the white wall, a figure slowly paced forward.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of him, and then the man stopped in front of him, and then threw another object in front of him.

Another bloody head, and this is his father...

Cheng Miao held a head again with an expressionless face, numb as if he was a stranger who had nothing to do with himself, and the successive blows seemed to pull his consciousness out of his body, and at this moment he was more like a walking corpse that had lost his sense of self.

When Cheng Miao's consciousness returns, the moon has sunk in the west, the east has been white, the sky will be bright, and the dawn will come...

When the dawn comes, it means that the long and cold night has passed, people are diurnal creatures after all, only bright sunlight can bring them a sense of security, and the dark night hides too many unknowns and fears, cruelty and killing.

At dawn, the sun rises in the east, this scene may bring hope to many people, and it will also attract many onlookers, but at this moment, Cheng Miao does not feel a trace of hope, only endless despair and pain.

The man in front of Cheng Miao still stayed in front of him, as if he had never moved, and he raised his head, wanting to see the man's face clearly.

When the familiar facial features came into view, his heart first jumped, and then sank deeper.

Cheng Miao snorted and shouted out the person who had made him fascinated in the past: "Sister Xi'er..."

Cheng Xi, who was wearing a light veil when the words landed, did not react, she lowered her head and had a cold face, looking at Cheng Miao who was kneeling on the ground, her expression did not change, and she was as cold as ice for thousands of years.

Cheng Miao seemed to remember that it was his sister Xi'er who personally sent his father's head to him.

Thinking of this, Cheng Miao seemed to have seen some terrifying beast that chose people to devour, and he hurriedly got up and retreated.

Cheng Miao didn't understand why all this was going on, Sister Xi'er, who loved her more than her parents in the past, the person she loved the most, killed his parents with her own hands and sent her head to him...

Cheng Miao held the heads of his parents, looked at Cheng Xi in front of him, and before he could take two steps, he tripped over the corpse behind him, and the heads of his parents rolled off his arms again, rolling away with bones.

Cheng Miao trembled and crawled towards the two scattered heads, and in a hurry, his palm suddenly pressed into a sticky mass.

Cheng Miao stared at it, and saw that the man in the night suit had his eyes wide open, and the rest of his facial features were torn apart by rubble, twisted and not human-like, and the neck was smashed by the gravel and collapsed and sunk, sparse, flesh and blood mixed into slurry, and Bai Sensen's broken bone quadrentate came out, like a nail rake.

Cheng Miao's pressure seemed to be a mass of viscera, his hand fell out, and there was a cold, sticky and wet touch in his fingers, red and black blood, white cream, green bile, and all kinds of dirt were mixed, as if all kinds of dyes were mixed together.

Cheng Miao endured the discomfort, raised his dirty hand, wiped it on his body twice, and once got up and hugged the two rolled heads in his arms again.

And Cheng Xi looked at Cheng Miao quietly, neither stopping nor helping, and when Cheng Miao took the two heads in her arms again, she seemed to have seen something extremely interesting.

She chuckled and said: "My younger brother, you are the young master of the Cheng family! In the past, in this Cheng family, everything belonged to you, and the rest was my sister's, I don't know what else you have to rely on after the Cheng family falls, brother, you have to live well, you will definitely live!"

Although the simple words were opened with a smile, the words were full of deep dissatisfaction and sarcasm, as if to accuse her of what happened to her in the past, and to accuse her of giving priority to his brother in everything, and she only deserved to pick up what was left of his brother.

A moment later she turned away, and in a moment of rise and fall, the man disappeared from the messy, purgatory-like courtyard.

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Xi came to the majestic and gorgeous, covering an area of dozens of miles, which can be called the Cheng family's mansion.

Different from the scene of human purgatory inside the mansion, there were dozens of people standing sparsely outside the mansion, but Cheng Xi knew that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at this place secretly, even if she didn't rebel, the Cheng family would not escape this catastrophe.

The man in Chinese clothes led by Cheng Xi stepped forward the moment he saw Cheng Xi walk out, and said with a smile: "There is no vanity under the fame, when I see it today, it is really extraordinary!"

When the visitor spoke, Cheng Xi put away the frost on her face, as if the spring breeze was blowing, her face was full of smiles, like a hundred flowers blooming, she lowered her head and replied softly: "Praise it." ”

The man spoke again: "It's just that for some reason, the Snow Fairy wants to leave the life of the young master of the Cheng family alone?"

Cheng Xi has been in Cangze several times, and has also left a lot of deeds that people talk about, good things are said to be clean and snowy, and its character is proud of snow, and its color can also be called another stunning color in addition to the snow color, so she was also given the title of "clean and proud of the snow", and this title is also recognized by many people, and the people of the rivers and lakes are called snow fairies.

Cheng Xi's gaze stared, swept over everyone, and all those who made eye contact with her were tense, and the popular point was like a cat's fried hair, as if she was being stared at by a predator at the top of the food chain. It was an inexplicable intuition, and although they couldn't see or touch it, they all saw something called "murderous energy" in her eyes.

In just a moment, Cheng Xi put away his edge, as if the murderous and arrogant eyes just now were just an illusion.

She said with a smile: "I'm just an adopted daughter of the Cheng family, today's catastrophe of the Cheng family is an unavoidable reality, my adopted daughter is favored, and it is also a good thing to leave a trace of blood for my adoptive father and adoptive mother." ”

The beautiful eyes flow between the words, and the whispering is very moving.

The corners of the man's mouth pulled up a trace of extremely stiff arc, and he kept scolding in his heart: "What you say is better than what you sing, if you hadn't opened the way for us and provided us with news, we wouldn't have broken through so quickly..."

Although he was slandered in his heart, he still wouldn't really say it, after all, he was in the same camp from now on, and he still had to give face on the surface. He pandered and said: "The snow fairy is really gracious, and she is really a model for my generation..."

Everyone present couldn't help but curse in their hearts: "A vicious woman, with a bodhisattva face and a rakshasa heart, if it weren't for the murderous eyes just now, if it weren't for the cold-bloodedness of the benefactor in the courtyard, I was almost deceived by this woman's acting skills! ”

The people who are secretly watching this place are also some of the most top-notch people.

A middle-aged man with deep-set eyes, a withered face, and hair like weeds said in a thick accent: "Let a teenager who has grown up in care since childhood witness the tragic death of his parents, lose the protection of his family, and fall to the bottom, it is really more uncomfortable to live than to die! ”

At the beginning of the summer of 529 in Tianxingji, the Xiyuan Cheng family was slaughtered overnight, and only three people escaped, that is, the adopted daughter Cheng Xi and the young master Cheng Miao, and an aunt who had been missing for many years.

At this point, the formation line system merged with the vein system, and the two lines also ended the centuries-long division.