He walked towards the top of the mountain step by step.

A bright red ray of ground dyed the stairs.

He was not afraid of his senior brother, but was atonement for his sins and did not discover his master's abnormal sin as soon as possible.

Chu Ming's terrifying perseverance made Liu Bing's face even more ferocious. He snorted coldly: "Do you think the master will forgive you in this way? You are a disloyal and unfilial disciple, even if you die, you will not forgive you!"

Hearing this, Chu Ming's whole body shook. He turned his head, his eyes were like hungry wolves who chose people to eat, staring at Liu Bing fiercely.

Liu Bing shivered and opened her mouth, but she didn't say a word. Somehow, a trace of fear arose in her heart, frowned, and snorted coldly and left here.

Chu Ming looked at a coffin in the middle of the mountain top, and there were nearly fifty disciples wearing mourning clothes standing around him.

A tear fell down and drifted with the wind, shattering in the air. He stood up, but because his legs fell down again, from beginning to end, there was no cry of pain or a word.

But those who are familiar with him know that the more this happens, the more it means Chu Ming is sad.

"Master, the apprentice is here..." Chu Ming said softly.

"Chu Ming, your master's last wish is to let you bury him with your own hands, you can do it yourself." The elder of Xuanyang Sect, a dry white-haired old man, stepped forward, and didn't even look at the sect leader in the coffin, said lightly, and turned around and left.

Chu Ming stood up tremblingly, and in the white snow, he hugged his master's coffin and left Xuanyang Sect.

With his current strength, holding the coffin is nothing, but his legs were injured too seriously and he fell many times. Finally, he came to Yingyue Lake at the foot of Xuanyang Sect Mountain.

"I, Chu Ming, are unfilial. The one who gave birth to me was your parents, but you raised me. I didn't see you for the last time before you died. It was my disciple's fault..."

Standing silently, Chu Ming's body trembled slightly, and his heart was like a knife.

The winter snow was even heavier, so he dug up the slightly wet land by the lake with his hands. Between this world, it seemed that Chu Ming himself was left, standing alone among the snowflakes...

Chu Ming took a last look at the master's face and put it in the deep pit with the coffin.

But just as he was about to fill the soil, his face suddenly changed. His eyes were staring at the master's body. A trace of scarlet red appeared under the robe on his body. The man was dead. Why did the wound appear on his body? Didn't the elders and the others notice it?

Chu Ming didn't dare to hesitate, he grabbed the master's neckline and pulled it hard-

Wow!

The master's upper body was exposed to the air, and at this moment, Chu Ming's whole body suddenly trembled, his eyes suddenly turned red, and there was a hideous big word, right on his chest, and the master's chest actually wrote the word "stomach"!

Could it be...there is a secret in the master's stomach!?

The blood stains have dried up and pulled the skin together.

Chu Ming took three steps in a row and his face was bloodless. The shocking word "stomach" made him dizzy.

Tears blurred his eyes in an instant. He wanted to shout and roar, but in the end it all turned into the silent sob. The grief and anger in his heart were beyond words, and he even wanted to burn the entire forest!

calm……

Chu Ming tried hard to restrain himself, and he was struggling. The master wrote such a bloody word, which means that something was wrong in his stomach, but as a disciple, he really went to blaspheme the master's body?

"Miscellaneous, I will definitely kill you!"

Chu Ming's teeth quaked. He was not an old pedantic person. If he didn't check the things in the master's stomach, it would be a big rebellious person. Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and carefully extended his hand to the master's abdomen.

The man was dead and there was no obstacle. Chu Ming's right arm shook, and there was a muffled sound. His whole palm reached into the master's abdomen, leaving only a small amount of blood flowing down his abdomen, which made Chu Ming's body tremble even more violently.

His face was as deep as water. After stirring it up, he finally felt something and then gently pulled it out. There was yellow gastric juice hanging on it, so ferocious!

It was a piece of kraft paper, which turned out to be a blood book!

He saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart. How strong does a dying person have to be able to harm himself?

Blood dripped, and Chu Ming's thoughts fell on the master's blood book, which must have recorded what the master wanted to say to him before he died. What was this father-like man hiding?

"Minger."

The familiar fonts made Chu Ming, the young boy, seem to have grown old in an instant.

"I haven't had much time to be a teacher, so I can tell you three things simply."

"First, your senior brother Liu Bing has gone astray.

Secondly, the great elder Shi Heng has a not only identity. According to my investigation, there seems to be a hidden force behind him. He came here to make the second-level seal in the tower where I live.

Third, you need to get the things I sealed in the second floor, unsealing it requires your blood and the token under my bed, go to the Dragon Hunting Holy Land, find a man named Lao Gui, who has some friendship with his master, and he will protect you."

After explaining these three things, another piece of Yin Hong’s blood stain.

"Ming'er, I have no achievements in my life. I will leave you a lot of worries before dying. It's because the master is incompetent..."

At this point, it's finished.

Chu Ming could see that the master had a lot to say, but... he no longer had the strength to write.

The letter paper was soaked in tears, and Chu Ming's whole body was trembling, as if the wind would fly away.

Chu Ming's tears kept falling. He seemed to see his gray-haired master teaching him with great thoughts, smiling at him, but helplessly, heartache. Is this feeling like he was cut into pieces?

He seemed to have lost his soul and stood there for a long time. It was not until it was dark that he bit his finger and stood up the tombstone. He kowtowed three times in front of the tombstone. The ground was covered with blood. He was so tired that he couldn't even stand up. He gritted his teeth and finally fell asleep on the snow-covered ground.

The master did not tell who the murderer was at the end, but could Chu Ming not guess?

In the letter, the master mentioned two people, one was the elder Shi Heng, and the other was the elder brother Liu Bing...

The next morning, when Chu Ming woke up again, there was no trace of sadness in his eyes, because the sadness had been covered by overwhelming anger.

"ah!"

He roared angrily to the sky, shaking the mountains and forests! His legs exerted force and rushed towards Xuanyang Sect.

Anger needs to be vented.

A great revenge must be revenged!

If you know something in the spring, look at your disciple.

Chu Ming was like a wounded and roaring beast, urging the power of meridians in his body, like a sad wind, galloping towards the Xuanyang Sect and towards the place that once brought him infinite warmth...
Chapter completed!