Chapter 199, Sinking

The fluctuations inside his body are getting more and more violent, and Mu Yun knows that there is not much time left for him.

However, he hasn't figured out how to choose.

Is it to sink yourself, bear the sins of killing two million creatures, and deeply feel the sins? Or do you get any benefits for letting the fate elves restrain their blood soul beads?

One side is full of crisis. If you are not careful, you will completely sink, your soul will be destroyed, and your body will die. However, if you can get through this disaster, the benefits will also be extremely rich. On the other hand, there is no danger, but there are not many benefits.

The magic elf looked at Mu Yun and sighed. This is a problem that Mu Yun must face, and he has no way to intervene.

As time passed, the fluctuations emitted by the blood soul beads became more and more violently. His mind was as painful as being stabbed by thousands of fine needles. He had to make up his mind. Mu Yun looked up and said, "I choose... sink!"

The fate elf nodded slowly, with milky life on his body, and his face was solemn. A sacred breath flowed out of his body. Mu Yun felt a sense of peace and peace. The fate elf's hands were imprinted, and inexplicable power was emitted.

Wow...

The space in the world of fate produces fluctuations and ripples. These ripples ripples like water waves, which are wonderful. A bowl-sized hole slowly condenses, and the hole is dark and dark. I don't know how deep it is.

The fate elf's hands went deep into the black hole and didn't know what he was grabbing, but he soon realized that this channel connected his soul sea and the world of fate.

staring at the palm-sized blood soul beads in the hands of the fate elf, Mu Yun saw that this was a hell.

"You should see that the blood soul bead is a substance, but it produces a sinful hell. If you want to subdue this blood soul bead, then your mind will enter this sinful hell, completely sink and destroy itself. However, the cycle of heaven will always leave a life, depending on whether you can grasp it... ..."

"Hold on, you can live! If you can't grasp it, then live and die..."

Mu Yun's mind wrapped the blood soul beads like a wave of water, and suddenly a huge force hit him, and his mind entered it.

After a whirlwind, the imaginary miserable hell did not appear. He found himself standing in an ordinary yard. The yard was not large, and the pattern was a little similar to the small yard in Huangjiao Town. At first glance, it was not a mansion where a rich family lived.

"Hmm?" Mu Yun found that he had become a 13-year-old teenager.

"What's going on?" Mu Yun didn't expect to sink in the blood soul beads, and his face would change. "Is it true that sinking is to feel the life of innocent people with his own mind?"

When he entered the room, Mu Yun gradually understood.

He became a 15-year-old teenager who was a student of the town's government school. His father was a ranger who specialized in searching for the news of Ming religion to get paid. Originally, his family was quite rich. When he was six years old, he built a small foundation and had 500 catties of strength. At the age of nine, he built a foundation and had a strength of 1,000 catties. At the age of 12, he had already built a foundation with 2,500 catties of strength.

He is known as the magic power and immortal genius in the small town, but he knew that all this was piled up by his father with money and resources. At the age of 12, his father never came back when he came to the city to report the news of the remnants of Ming religion.

In less than three months after his father's departure, his family's money and resources were consumed by him. His speed of practice has been reduced. Now he is 15 years old, but his strength is only 2,500 jin, and there are still 500 jin before the foundation is built. However, no matter how hard he practices, no matter how hard he works, or even practices desperately. His strength just doesn't grow.

Looking at one of the practitioners who were not as good as himself before surpassing him one after another, and seeing that the fellow practitioners who were not as good as him before were admitted to the Cultivation College, he suffered a lot of heart.

However, he didn't give up. If he can't cultivate immortality, he can do other things... He can't waste his life in vain, and he can't afford it... He still has a mother.

The departure of his father and the embarrassment of reality made him mature. As the only man in this family, he has to take on the corresponding responsibilities.

Although he still studies and practices in the government, he spends a lot of time exploring the remnants of Ming religion. He wants to become a ranger like his father. Only in this way can he give his mother a stable and peaceful life.

He swore...

Let your mother live a good life.

"There is still a year left. As long as the news I found out this time is true and I can get a reward from the government office, I can let my mother live a good life, and I can also buy resources to break through the perfect situation of building a foundation in one fell swoop..."

But this state of mind of the teenager worries Mu Yun, whose mind is attached to him, and there is always a bad feeling.

Really, after the teenager entered the city, he excitedly told a servant in the execution room the news of the remnants of the Ming religion.

"Little guy, if you can take us to find these remnants of Ming religion, the reward you will receive will be doubled!" The terrial catching head stared at him with a smile.

"Good!" Gritting his teeth, the teenager agreed. He really couldn't bear the double reward, so that he forgot the rules of their industry... They were only responsible for inspiing for information, not responsible for leading the way and not for arresting people.

The teenager went out of the city ignorantly with the government arresters, and soon realized that something was wrong. The eyes of these government arresters were full of jokes and cruelty.

"Master Zhou Hu, this little guy exposed your identity..." When the leading catcher took him to the remnants of the Ming religion, he finally realized that the leader was a remnant of the Ming religion.

Escape!

He thought of escaping, he must escape, he still has his mother, and he still has unrealized dreams. When the officials were not paying attention, he escaped. After running around for three days, he quietly returned to the town and wanted to take his mother to escape from the town.

But the town he is familiar with has disappeared. It has completely become a hell, and there are white bones everywhere. These white bones have been weathered for many years, blown by a gust of wind, and turned into bone powder and flying everywhere.

When he came to the familiar courtyard, his heart was trembling and dripping blood. His eyes were blood red and full of unwillingness. When he saw the weathered white bones in the living room wrapped in familiar clothes, he couldn't help crying.

"What's going on? What the hell is going on?" The teenager's questions tortured his heart.

At this time, Mu Yun also felt pain, as if he had lost his mother, as if the scene in front of him really happened to him.

Bless resentment surged out of the teenager's heart, and boundless hatred burst out of the teenager's eyes.

Mu Yun is very painful. He wants to vent and avenge his mother.

At this time, Lord Zhou Hu, the remnant of Ming religion, came and looked at him with a flat expression: "You caused all this! If you don't escape, the owner of this forum will not be chased. The news of my Ming religion can't be leaked by you. The 80,000 people in this town were killed by you..."

"Ah...no...no..."

Mu Yun followed the teenager's howling with grief and anger, and he didn't want to accept all this.

"Are you in pain now? Do you hate me very much? Zhou Hu looked at him lightly without a trace of pity: "But I can't feel your pain or your resentment! Do you really care about your mother? Do you really care about these 80,000 innocent creatures?

The resentment surged in the teenager's heart became stronger and stronger. After Zhou Hu stimulated several times, the teenager fell into a coma stimulated by resentment. Zhou Hu sighed, bit his throat and sucked up his blood. His resentment and will condensed into a resentment and attached to Zhou Hu.

"It turns out that the blood refining madman is the remnant of the Ming religion, called Zhou Hu..."

At the moment when the teenager died, his mind flew out of the teenager's soul. After a mysterious turn, he found that he had come to a strange place.

......

"Bad boy, listen to me. Sister Feng'er is my fiancee. If you pester her again in the future, don't blame me for being rude!" A strong and powerful young man slapped Zhou Hu in the face and shouted angrily, "I will kill you and maim you... Don't you still have a grandmother? Humph..."

The young man threatened Zhou Hu and kicked two feet with disgust on his face, which pulled a young girl around and turned away.

"What's going on? Why do I feel pain? Is my heart attached to Zhou Hu now? Mu Yun got up with difficulty and felt pain all over his body, especially the chest kicked by the young man, which made him unbearable pain and broke a few ribs.

"What I just realized is the innocent person killed by Zhou Hu, which makes me hate Zhou Hu to the bone. Is it true that I feel Zhou Hu himself now? What does this mean? Mu Yun thought silently.

Covering his chest, Zhou Hu turned around and walked back to his home with difficulty.

It is said to be home, but it is the most shabby courtyard in the town. The courtyard has been destroyed by wind and rain and has long been dilapidated.

"Little tiger? What's wrong with you? Why are you hurt so badly?" An old woman with a wrinkled face in the shabby room staggered out, with tears flowing in her turbid eyes and gently stroked Zhou Hu's cheek.

"Grandma...I...I'm fine!" Zhou Hu endured a sharp smile.

"Go in and lie down quickly. Grandma will go and call a doctor for you..."

"No, grandma!" Zhou Hu shook his head. There is no surplus food at home. They even have a problem with eating. Where can they have money to see a doctor?

"No, this time you have to listen to grandma, grandma goes to the doctor..."

The skinny grandmother staggered away in the night.