The eyes were full of scarlet and the corpses were everywhere, stinging the eyes of Zhuque.

"Grandpa——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Zhuque shouted loudly, hoping someone could hear it and hope someone could agree.

Silence, or silence, not even the sound of the wind;

It is tragic, all tragic, not even excessive.

From the entrance of the village to the Taoist temple, there are two hundred and forty-one steps, and every step is terrifying. Every door opened with a hole shows inhumane killing.

The Taoist temple stands silently, the gate is closed, and the door is clean.

Pushing open the door, in front of the Sanqing seat, Daozhu Wang sat cross-legged.

Zhuque rushed forward and realized that Taoist Wang had turned into an immortal.

Zhuque wondered why his life was so miserable. Every time someone who he regarded as his emotional support appeared, the next difference between life and death was the difference between life and death?

If adversity can accelerate human growth, it should not be all. Then why is there only black in your life negative?

The body I borrowed from the previous life did not pass on any information to myself.

Therefore, I long to be cared for, so I cherish every relationship extremely.

I long to be accepted by this world, even if I gain and lose it again and again, I will not be closed down.

Zhuque knelt in front of Taoist Wang and pondered for a long time.

Outside the village, two tombs were built, one large and one small.

The big one is the place where all the villagers buried their bones, and Zhuque buried them together.

The only one is the youngest, the only one is Taoist Wang.

Once again, Zhuque came to the Taoist temple and took a look at it nostalgically, where he used to live.

Turn around, walk out of the Taoist temple, walk out of the village, and move towards a new beginning.

The fruit forest is in a mess, and the tilted fruit trees prove the tyranny they suffered.

The original barrier was destroyed and proved the enemy's strength and cruelty.

The pool is still there, and there is a cave on the cliff, revealing a black hole.

Zhuque turned around, looked at the direction of Taoyuan Village, sighed, and raised his legs to walk towards the cave.

A red figure appeared at the entrance of the cave, with a small braid facing the sky, a round head, and a big red dress - it was Zhao Buzhuo.

"It's you-?"

The two of them exclaimed at the same time.

Zhao Buzhuo happily circled around Zhuque several times before stopping, his words filled with incredible feelings.

"Little girl, how did you get up? It's covered with poisonous miasma. And, is your illness cured?..."

A series of questions echoed in Zhuque's ears, making Zhuque wonder which one to answer.

Before Zhuque could organize the language, Zhao Buzhuo squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

Zhuque also squatted down, wanting to comfort him, but he didn't know where to start.

After a while, Zhao Buzhuo calmed down and told Zhuque what happened.

Zhao Buzhuo met when Master Wang went to deliver clothes and food to Zhuque. Zhao Buzhuo, who had never owe others favors, felt that he owed a lot to Zhuque and felt a little sorry for Master Wang. Therefore, following Master Wang back and planned to do some maintenance and care for his three apprentices, which was also a kind of compensation.

While in the Taoist temple, a group of people rushed into Taoyuan. Several masters opened the caves that they entered and exited, destroyed the fruit forest illusion array, and surrounded Taoyuan Village.

At first, the villagers hid one after another, but under the pressure of a powerful enemy, they quickly came out of the hiding place.

Master Wang knew the enemy's purpose and brought the leaders to the Taoist temple.

...

"I didn't expect that after ten years, you still haven't given up. The reason why I came here back then was that I wanted to live in seclusion from now on and stop engaging in the world."

"Wang Botong, why don't you understand until now? As long as you and the children you brought out are still alive, it will never end."

"It will never end? Do I want to escape, can you really keep me?"

"Yes, we can't keep you, but there will be no living person here. Even in the future, wherever you go, you will become hell."

...

This is what Zhao Buzhuo told about the conversation between Taoist Wang and those people. He didn't know what grudges there were between them, but Taoist Wang's choice moved Zhao Buzhuo deeply.

The child was also forced to hand over, it was Xia Duanmo, among the three disciples. Master Wang used his own lives to exchange the lives of everyone in Taoyuan Village, and instructed Zhao Buzhuo to send Qin Hui'an and Qin Huining to a safe place.

Afterwards, Zhao Buzhuo took the two children away.

"Then why are you back?"

Zhuque couldn't help asking questions.

"There are two reasons why I came back. One is that I want to collect Wang Botong's body and bury him well. Second, I am not at ease with those people. They even sent people to chase me. Humph, they all turned me into water."

A cold light flashed in Zhao Buzhuo's eyes, and he had murderous intentions at those people in his heart.

Zhuque also told Zhao Buzhuo about the scene he saw in Taoyuan Village.

Zhao Buzhuo laughed anxiously, and his hatred towards these people reached. He said nothing at the moment and left like flying. He didn't even have time to ask Zhuque how she survived and cured the disease.

Zhuque was a little puzzled, shook his head, walked out of the cave, and completely knocked the cave down with a few punches. He turned around and walked out of the mountain.

Behind him is a memory of himself, with warmth, and more of it is the breath of killing and death. Zhuque didn't even want to remember it, but the memory would not be erased for no reason. He could only face him and start a new life at the same time. With the changes of time, everything would slowly calm down.

The stream is still the same, and the stream water flows slowly, and the scattered grass stems and fallen leaves are turning around, floating leisurely into the distance.

One figure moves alone, and there is another shadow less than when he came, and the other once depended on life and death.

The road is ahead, even if it is just a small road, even if it is full of bumps, you must continue to walk firmly.

The mountain temple is still there.

Further forward is the low thatched house of the Zhu family.

Zhuque was standing next to the courtyard gate woven by the fence. She had already thought about it. Since she started over, she would start from the beginning.

If you choose to escape, you will never really stand up.

In the yard, a few roosters and hens who were running casually stopped and looked at the uninvited guest, their eyes full of alert.

Apart from that, the whole yard was empty and there was no more anger.

Zhuque's eyes turned to the room he had been to.

There was a sound of a wooden stick hitting the ground inside, and then the tattered wooden door opened and a figure leaning on a wooden stick appeared.

It was Li Xianglian, Zhuque's name clearly remembered in her consciousness. However, she changed. The clothes covered with patches seemed to be supported by several bones, bent over, with their heads close to their hands holding wooden sticks. They could only vaguely find the past appearance from her or her raised face.

Zhuque could no longer help, ran over and hugged her, and refused to let go.
Chapter completed!