Chapter 3: Sorrow

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This is a beautiful town. Against the dusk, the houses and buildings in the town and the mountains, woods and streams beside the town seemed to blend into a beautiful picture scroll, making people unconsciously fall into it and unwilling to wake up for a long time. The shouts on both sides of the town's streets are perfectly connected with the pedestrians on the road, and there is a lack of The qi of prosperity.

Suddenly, a few clouds of different colors floated in the sky, making people in the town think that there were immortals coming, and they couldn't help kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.

At this time, if a highly cultivated person sees this picture scroll, he will definitely sigh that there must be a peerless pride coming to the world. All this indicates that this is a special day.

At the next moment, the whole sky was suddenly covered with green light, and a slightly darker green light spot flashed in the air.

Coincidentally, because people are kneeling on the ground, no one sees this strange little light spot.

Next to the woods about two or three miles away from the town, there is a dilapidated cabin surrounded by several fences of rotten wood. Those skewed rotten branches seemed to fall down with a slight touch; and the small door in the middle of the fence was completely broken.

Look at the traces, as if they were destroyed by violence. The whole yard is full of weeds, but the weeds near the cabin seem to be pressed by something. What is a little chilling is that there are still some blood stains on the weeds next to it, and the quiet environment here looks a little cold.

On the overwhelmed weed, Zhou Lingxuan unconsciously felt a pain in his chest. He opened his eyes reflexively and immediately wanted to stand up, but he felt severe pain all over his body, so he collapsed on the ground again.

"Shouldn't I be killed? Why did it appear here, here and there?" Zhou Lingxuan, who looked down at himself and knew his body well, knew that this was not his own body.

Suddenly, Zhou Lingxuan covered his head with both hands without warning, and even fell to the ground again. Because at this moment, his soul is gradually accepting the memory of the original owner of the body, and memory fusion is indeed an extremely painful process. After all, it is not good to force other people's memories into their original memories. Maybe even the person who receives the memory will become an idiot because of the confusion of memory.

About half an hour later, it seemed that the memory had been merged, but Zhou Lingxuan still lay there motionless. Strangely, there were two tears hanging in the corners of his eyes.

However, this cry is not because Zhou Lingxuan is happy that he is still alive, nor because he can no longer see his master cry, but because he cried for the original master of this body and his experience!

Zhou Lingxuan only cried twice in his previous life: one was when he was 16 years old and separated from his master; the other was when he was about to be killed. Although he rarely cries and has a little indifferent personality, this does not mean that Zhou Lingxuan is a cold-blooded and ruthless person. The reason for this is that he sees too much and has long been numb.

This is a cruel and ruthless society. Most people only want to take care of themselves, sweep away the snow in front of their own door, and don't care about the frost on other people's tiles. Other people's life has nothing to do with themselves.

Compared with those in the previous life, the suffering of this nameless little boy will never be understood by outsiders.

Yes, from Zhou Lingxuan's memory, he knew that the little boy was indeed nameless, because he was also an orphan like Zhou Lingxuan in his previous life. The difference between the two is that Zhou Lingxuan was adopted by his master, and the little boy has been bullied since he has been memory. All kinds of tragic experiences have made Zhou Lingxuan cry for it.

According to memory, the nameless little boy began to beg on the street when he was two years old, and he himself did not remember anything about his life, but this made Zhou Lingxuan feel inexplicably sad. I don't know how the little boy survived before he was two years old.

After that, when he begged for the first time, he was bullied by several boys several years older than him and was often beaten black and swollen by them. But those people on the street never dared to interfere with this. Once there was a kind-hearted middle-aged man who couldn't bear it and said a few words to the children. As a result, the next day, the middle-aged family disappeared from the small town, as if he had never thought about it.

Therefore, the helpless little boy had no choice but to endure being bullied by those people. After being injured, he slowly climbed to some dark corners to hide, so that he could feel a little safe with the help of darkness.

Of course, the people in the town are not so ruthless. They will also secretly stuff some food for the little boy while the little bullies are away.

Slowly, the little boy learned to avoid after several bullies. As long as he saw those who liked to bully him from afar, he immediately ran away.

Five years have passed in a flash, and the little boy is seven years old. It's not that the little boy didn't want to give himself a name, but he didn't know what his last name was. He was an orphan, so he didn't give himself a name.

Every day, he helps wash dishes and sweep the floor in several small hotels. The shopkeeper gives him food every day and gives him one or two pieces of silver every month. At night, he returns to the woods two or three miles away from the town, slowly picks up the wooden sticks and tries to build his own home.

However, just after working for a month, when the little boy was happily preparing to continue to build his hut with one or two pieces of silver, he was seen by those little bullies, who not only robbed him of his money, but also seriously injured him.

"Haha, I didn't expect that the little beggar would also want to make money. No wonder I haven't seen your people during this period. Well, I'll take the money. Little beggar, you can continue to make money. Let's go, hahaha!" The little boy lying on the ground looked at the people who took his money with tears in his eyes. He knew that these people didn't care about the money, but enjoyed the pleasure of bullying themselves.

At this moment, the little boy who had been bullied and had never hated anyone before finally lost his anger. But he understands that he is not angry, and those people don't care. Maybe those people are just waiting for them to get angry.

So in the end, the little boy still had to get up from the ground with difficulty, dragging his injured and tender body slowly walking towards the cabin that had not yet been built. As he walked, he bit his lips tightly with his teeth. His lips were seriously white, and a trace of blood kept oozing from his lips, but he seemed to be unknown; however, Tears burst out like a mountain torrent. He had cried before, but there was no other time when he suffered so much grievances like this time. Thinking about what he had experienced over the years, the tears were even more uncontrollable.

Some people on the street, men and women, old and young, have red eyes as long as they see him. Some kind-hearted aunts have already cried, but no one dares to reach out to help, because they are afraid of those little bully families!

In this regard, the little boy has not blamed these people. Their own affairs have nothing to do with them. Besides, they usually give themselves something to eat and give them some old clothes to wear. So for these people, the little boy will only be grateful!

With a limping, the little boy slowly returned to the built cabin, lay on the small board he had laid some hay** and cried silently. Finally, he cried and fell asleep. However, the hatred for those people in my mind has not faded, but deepened.

Gradually, the little boy began to go to the town less often. Sometimes he dug some wild vegetables in the woods nearby. When there were extra wild vegetables, he took them to the street to sell and buy whatever he needed. But as soon as he enters the town, he will always pay attention to his surroundings. If there is any movement, he will leave immediately.

Time flies and time flies. Eight years later, the former little boy did not grow very tall, because he couldn't keep up with nutrition at all, and he was shorter than his children of the same age.

In the past eight years, the little boy has worked as a helper in almost every hotel in the town, and has been robbed of money and injured many times by those bullies. But every time, the little boy secretly endured it. He had already known that these bullies were the sons of some large families in the town, and the leader was Fengyang, the son of the Feng family.

I heard from some people in the pub that the head of this Feng family is said to be a member of the Feng family, one of the four families of the Tianfeng Empire. The Feng family, one of the four major families of the empire, is so powerful that ordinary people can't cope with it at all. In addition, there are also several children of small families attached to the head of the Feng family. So after knowing this, in order to survive, the little boy had to endure bullying.

However, the reality is so cruel, just on the day when Zhou Lingxuan "borrowed the corpse to return the soul" crossed over. Because he failed to flirt with a good woman on the street, Gaiyin pointed out too many people on the street. As a result, he didn't eat any tofu. He was scolded by the people in the town as a perversion of a perversion and had nowhere to vent his anger, so he and his group of pig friends who followed him at any time were ready to fight with the little boy and vent. The anger in his heart was not found in the town, and the group went straight to the small shabby house. This small shabby house was found by a little man who was following the little boy and told it to Fengyang.

went straight to the small fence. Without saying a word, Fengyang directly kicked open the small door on the fence, and the loud sound also shocked the little boy who was taking a nap in the house. The little boy quickly got up and walked out at the same time. As soon as I opened the small wooden door, I saw Fengyang rushing towards him with the group of people fiercely.

Seeing the appearance of a group of people in Fengyang, the little boy knew that this time, he might be doomed.

Sure enough, as soon as Fengyang came over and pushed the little boy without saying a word. The little boy was unstable again and fell on the weed. Fengyang then beat the little boy violently. When he found that each of his follower moved, Fengyang turned around and roared at the people behind him, "Damn it, come and beat me. Whoever doesn't hit him? I will kill this beggar before killing him!"

succumbing to the ** power of Fengyang, everyone had to be a little scared to come and hit the little boy a few times. After all, they follow the wind and sun at any time. Maybe some people will be as vicious as him, but it doesn't mean that all of them are like.

However, the little boy's body has long been unable to be repeated. His heart was already ashes, and he was beaten by so many people in turn, so he had already died.

When their little bullies found out, it was already too late, and even Fengyang was a little scared. How fierce he is, but he is only seventeen or eight years old, and he hasn't killed anyone yet.

At the same time, because his father is a warrior with great power, which also makes him understand that the world is actually very unusual; so Fengyang is a little afraid that the ghost of the little boy will revenge him.

But on second thought, his father is so powerful that he will definitely not be afraid of this kid. At that moment, he led a group of frightened little brothers with a little trembling and said, "Don't worry, even if this beggar ghost comes out, he will definitely not be able to beat my father. Don't worry."

Fengyang's words also made the younger brothers feel a little relieved, so a group of people left the small shabby house.