"Okay, stop crying, you're not throwing it back to the street, but just a family member to raise it..."

When I listened carefully, except for the woman's tough and helpless voice, it seemed that there was indeed a crying sound.

It seems to be a child.

He was confused for a long time before he realized that the cry seemed to come from his own voice.

So, Qingming Festival disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"I want to raise it..." He was holding a single-eyed kitten in his arms, crying so hard that he couldn't help himself.

"Give me."

He sobbed and couldn't speak, and refused to hand over the cat.

"He is like this, just spare him." Someone pleaded for him gently, and his heart trembled and he looked over with emotion.

In the blur, you can vaguely see the elegant furnishings in the house, but everything seems to be covered in a light mist and gauze, and it cannot be removed. No matter how hard he tried, his eyes widened, he could not ignore the blur.

The figure of that gentle man is also vague.

He looked at it in a blink of an eye and seemed to be by the door, a light ray of light that looked like the bright sun reflected the man's black robe as night as the night, and the woman in front of him was also wearing a black dress.

The woman stood on her waist with one hand, as if she was very annoyed, so she bent down slightly, poked his forehead and said, "It's true, why do you cry like your father!"

The man next to the door smiled awkwardly, without refuting, but then pleaded: "It's just a kitten, let's do it."

"Dad..." He called out cryingly.

He found inexplicably that "his" body did not seem to be completely controlled by him.

"You just know you're spoiled him!" The woman was really helpless.

...

The senses of facial features gradually blurred again, and a scene of chaos fell in my eyes, which was pure fog, but noisy in my ears, as if countless people were making noises at his ears, sometimes muttering, sometimes shouting angrily, and his soul seemed to be torn by countless people. It seemed that as long as he relaxed, his whole body would fall apart.

His "purity" was gradually disturbed, and his throat couldn't help but scream.

But I don’t know what kind of chaos this is, which can swallow all his voice, but I can’t make his ears quiet.

The more heartbreaking he was, the more noise it was.

"Shh..." There was a light sound, and all the chaos came to an abrupt end. When his gaze returned, Fang Yiqingming saw a man gently erecting his index finger in front of his lips.

"Don't tell your mother." The man said this and there was a gentle curl on the corner of his lips.

He was stunned and stared at the person in front of him hidden in the shadow screen and couldn't tell his eyebrows and face clearly. There was a furry little thing in his hand scratching his palm...

"Xiao Yuan..."

"Ah..." He roared and glared openly. Gu Yuan was holding his shoulders with both hands, as if he was anxious.

Xiao Yuan pushed him away, but his body was smashed back to the couch.

The smash seemed to crush his five internal organs, and his body was almost torn to pieces, as if he was in pain. He pressed his head with both hands, his voice was uncontrollably screaming, and his throat was burning and painful as if he had swallowed charcoal.

"Xiao Yuan, calm down." Gu Yuan grabbed his wrists and landed on the edge of the couch with one knee to hold him down, "Calm down..."

Xiao Yuan's eyes burst into blood, tears burst out, and he screamed in the dream in the middle of the night. His voice was already hoarse, but he still screamed uncontrollably.

"Let me go!" He shouted this sentence with a tragic and difficult time.

"Xiao Yuan..."

"Why..." Xiao Yuan finally got a little rational, and accurately dug out the pain that belonged to the heart in the colic of the bone marrow of the five internal organs.

It seemed as if the pain in his whole body came from his heart. He could not bear the pain that was like tearing and tangling pain, as if it was falling apart but still broken.

"What the hell is it!" he screamed, desperately trying to break away from Gu Yuan's suppression, but he was powerless and unable to take off his wrist.

Gu Yuan stared at him deeply, "Xiao Yuan..."

Xiaoyuan fell into chaos again, but this time, endless sorrow surged from the bottom of his heart, as if what he was holding in his chest was not a blood pump with flesh, but an abyss that was bottomless and hidden endless darkness.

"What did you do to me!" He screamed desperately again, and at the same time he glared out a fierce eye knife, as if he was about to swallow the person in front of him.

This time, he stared at Gu Yuan's left pupil, which was often hidden.

His left eye was as red as burning gold, and there was a ball of fire hidden in the abyss of his eyes, as if it was another scorching abyss.

Gu Yuan's abyss seemed to absorb his abyss. With a pair of eyes, his pain and sorrow retreated like a tide.

"Xiao Yuan, calm down."

This time, Xiao Yuan fulfilled his words, gradually calmed down, and the strings that were tensed all over slowly relaxed.

Xiao Yuan's eyes retreated a little blood, and his eyes gradually dissipated. Gradually, it became like two blood amber like broken ice, losing its brilliance.

"Why..." His throat was so tired that he could no longer make a sound, only his breath murmur.

Seeing that he had calmed down completely, Gu Yuan took his hand.

Xiaoyuan's eyes were empty and he looked at the void, and warm tears still overflowed from the corners of his eyes, falling across his temples, soaking his hair and pillow.

"Why, I feel so uncomfortable..."

Even though he was calm, his heart was still torn apart, but he could not see the clues, but was only in pain for no reason.

Gu Yuan sat on the edge of the couch and looked at him as if he was in his throat.

"What did you do to me..."

——

The walls of the dungeon of the Ministry of Justice have not been repaired yet, and the drum outside the door has been beating again.

"Sir..." shouted from afar and near.

Situ Cheng lay on the table with a pile of folds and piles of folds, unable to bear the slightest bit of energy to deal with his furious minister.

"Grandmaster, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!" The minister roared in one breath, but the desk was still silent.

"I heard..." After three beats, Situ Cheng replied like a soul-soothing, and then stood up half-dead, too lazy to wear an official hat.

"Sir, the three ghost collectors have been found.

This time, Situ Cheng stood up from his seat with a quick "scarlet" and asked, "Where is it?" He asked, and he had already stepped out with great strides.

"In the East Suburbs funeral - sir..." The minister chased after his back, quickly grabbed the official hat on the table and chased after him.

But no one told Situ Cheng in advance that the three ghost collectors are no longer living things...

Lord Shangshu rushed to the outside of the city, and ordered about ten constables. He stepped into the back of the funeral, and at a glance he had an impact.

Situ Cheng suddenly turned around before he could see clearly, then covered his mouth with a handkerchief and trembled to hold the dead tree beside him.

"grown ups……"

Situ Cheng held back his nausea and breathed a sigh of relief, then said, "Who did this..."

The minister gently patted Situ Cheng's back and took a look at the scene - but he only glanced at the bloody ground and hurriedly returned his eyes. Even so, he was a little unforgettable for the broken hand soaked in blood.

"Did the gravekeeper report?" Situ Cheng asked, and the old man hurriedly bowed aside, "It's the grass people."

Situ Cheng put away his handkerchief, cleared his throat with his lips, and turned back—

The bright red eyes were still very shocking.

Situ Cheng breathed a few more breaths, tightened his heartstrings, and asked, "When did you find it?"

"Just just now..."

This is not the time of Chen.

The three people were indeed gathered here, but half of them hung on the tree, half of them lay in front of the broken monument, and a pile of them spread out of the fence...

The constable who was used to seeing the bloody blood took out a piece of cloth from the broken body in the blood and gave it to Situ Cheng, "Sir..."

Situ Cheng suppressed his disgust in his heart, took the cloth, opened it and looked at it, his eyes sinking.

"There is a night of going east and returning to the west" - the bloody letter on the cloth said this.

After reading the minister, he turned around and thought, "Isn't this a sentence from "The Four Wastelands"?"

"Four Wildernesses" is a song sung in ancient times. It recites the rituals of sacrifices for the five lands and four wastes. Among them, the sentence "Save wine, golden cups, sand sinks into iron, and the journey eastward will end and return to the west at night" talks about the golden phase of the Western Wilderness.

There are always five elements in the mortal world to respond to the heavens. The Central Plains are under the jurisdiction of Houtu. They are thick and stable. Based on "earth", they produce four images, and the four images serve the four gods. In ancient times when mortals and heavenly gods coexist in the mortal world, mortals rely on the power of these four gods to avoid disasters and live in the Central Plains.

Then the gods returned to heaven, and the mortal world lost the protection of the gods, and demons and evil things began to invade the Central Plains. At this point, the immortal gate appeared to replace the status of the four gods.

However, the power of ordinary people is limited in the end and cannot compete with the four wilderness forces outside the Central Plains, so the human world is finally trapped in dire straits.

After hundreds of years of chaos in the world, the ghost star came to the world with destiny. As the initial fire spirit of heaven and earth, it naturally subdued the chaos of the South Fire, and the East China Sea Return Ruins fell silent.

After that, there were only two disasters in the west and north.

Until now.

So, is it still related to ghost stars?

Situ Cheng handed the blood cloth back to the arrester's hand, choked up again, and finally calmed down, raised his legs and approached the bloody scene.

As soon as I approached, I was shocked again-

Under the bald mulberry tree standing against the fence, the remaining limbs were scattered. Looking up, half of the body was tied up with cloth strips torn into clothes on the branches, which seemed to be unbearable. The remains were also stained with new blood, and were red, covering up the blood words from the new book not long ago.

Situ Cheng looked at the monument and felt sad.

It was still the thirteen-year-old child. Even after all these years of death, he could not get the peace that the deceased should have—

Fifteen years ago, he had a massacre that spread all over the world, but now I don’t know who wants to use him as a major cause of trouble.

"Go and find the coroner and clean up the place as soon as possible." After that, Situ Cheng withdrew and left.

The minister followed closely and said worriedly: "Sir, what should I do now? The wooden box and the assassination of the marshal have not been resolved yet, and this is another tragic incident."

Situ Cheng was even more heart-wrenching about this matter than him.
Chapter completed!