Zhuo Jia covered his wound and said nothing, slowly walked between the two pillars. Soge held Yinmei with one hand, held the sword against Zhuo Jia's back, and followed him carefully. Zhuo Jia hesitated a little, and Soge stabbed the sword into his back without hesitation. Blood oozed out through Zhuo Jia's thick cotton coat, and a dark blood stain spread on the brown cotton coat.

"Do you want to kill me?" Zhuoga asked gritted his teeth. Sogge sneered and said, "If it weren't for your little use, I would have wanted to kill you now. But don't worry, I wouldn't be as cruel as you. After I go out, I will give you a judgment that suits your crimes."

Zhuojia laughed in a low voice, his voice hoarse as if the air-browed sheepskin pocket: "I am still in alliance with you now, aren't you afraid of Lei Lang being furious?" "I followed his orders because I thought he represented justice. If he no longer represented justice, I didn't need to listen to him." Soger said, sending the sword forward with another point.

Zhuo Jia stopped talking, and passed between the two pillars, his figure suddenly disappeared. Soger was shocked and chased after him without hesitation.

It was cloudy all around, and the sky was so dark that it was impossible to tell when it was. It was raining heavily, and the raindrops as big as beans hit their faces, causing pain and coldness.

Zhuojia stood not far ahead, and he stared blankly into the distance. Soge pulled his cloak, covered Yinmei, and walked over in the rain. He wanted to ask Zhuojia where it is and what does this illusion mean.

He walked over and found that Zhuojia was actually standing on the top of a hill. He was staring at a small village at the foot of the mountain. There were only a dozen families in this small village, and the house was dilapidated. The house closest to the mountain was a thatched hut, which was shaking in the storm. A little boy was standing in the yard, trying to reclaim the dried meat from the yard.

Before Sog could understand what was going on, the scene suddenly changed into the yard. A earnest care came from the thatched hut: "Zhuojia, it's raining outside, come in." The little boy shouted in the rain: "I know, go in immediately."

Soge looked at Zhuojia in surprise and asked, "Is this you? You used to..." "Don't worry, continue to watch it, and then express your opinion after reading it." Zhuojia was surprisingly calm, so calm that he didn't look like he should have. Soge had to look on with doubts. He didn't know if it was the arduous environment in childhood that caused Zhuojia to look like now.

The young Zhuojia failed to successfully take back the few pieces of dried meat. He squatted in the thatched hut and watched the rain outside. The seriously ill mother struggled to cook a pot of oatmeal porridge. They drank the porridge in mouthfuls on the unextinguished stove. The porridge was very thin, almost all water. He asked in a low voice: "When can we not drink porridge?" The mother was silent for a moment and said weakly: "Wait, wait until dad comes back." "What is dad doing?" He asked. The mother replied to him: "Dad is building a castle for Lord Lord."

The scene changed again. This time it was a camp. A group of people sat around the ground. A grill with branches was set up on the fire in the middle, with several huge pieces of meat skewed on it. The fat on the meat was grilled and dripped on the fire, and a string of flames rose. The group of people laughed and talked about something. Suddenly the sound of branches and leaves shaking in the bushes on one side. They stopped talking and looked at each other. One of them picked up his sword, walked over carefully, and used his sword to pick the bushes open, and found a boy who couldn't help but shivering below. It was the ten-year-old Zhuojia.

He looked at the roasted meat on the fire and swallowed constantly.

The man said suspiciously, "Hey, boy, what are you doing here?" "I, I'll find some wild vegetables..." He replied tremblingly. The man looked at him for a moment, and finally believed that he didn't lie, and said to him, "Get out, what are you looking for for wild fruits and vegetables, go to other places to find them."

He picked up the basket on one side and was about to leave. Someone among the party members suddenly called him. He turned around for no reason. The largest man cut off a piece of meat with a knife and asked him, "Do you want to eat?" He swallowed and nodded desperately. The man laughed and threw the meat on the ground on the side, saying, "Go and eat." A gorgeously dressed man next to him seemed to think it was inappropriate and wanted to stop him, but the man smiled and said, "Gaesen, why are you doing so serious? Just a civilian."

Zhuo Jia went over without hesitation, picked up the piece of meat with his hands, and started eating it voraciously. The man laughed louder.

Zhuo Jia asked anxiously: "Can you take me away? I can do anything. Can you take me away?" Gaisen frowned and asked, "Boy, where is your family?" Zhuo Jia was stunned for a moment, and then quickly replied: "I am an orphan." "Orphan..." Gaisen hesitated, as if he was shaking. Zhuo Jia continued to beg, "My parents are all ill, please take me away, I can do anything." Gaisen was wandering, as if he wanted to agree, but the big man laughed again: "Boy, what can you do?" "I...I can do anything." Zhuo Jia answered quickly.

"Corden, say less." Gaisen wanted to stop him. But Corden laughed and said, "Then will you kill someone?" "Corden!"

"I...I can." Zhuojia replied regardless. Gaisen looked at him in surprise, as if he couldn't believe it. Corden also stopped laughing, and said with a cruel smile: "Then you kill someone and come again. If you just say nothing, how can we know if you can?"

Zhuoga silently picked up the basket and walked back slowly. He heard that he said that as long as he killed someone, he would take him away and take him out of the place.

Soger looked at the young Zhuojia walking back slowly with his basket on his back. He muttered: "Just kill one person, kill one person..." He looked at the thatched hut called "home" and walked in slowly.

A chill appeared behind Sogge. He looked at Zhuojia beside him and murmured, "What did you... do?!" "I just killed the person I was the easiest to kill at that time." Zhuojia said lightly.

"That's your mother!" Sog could not understand why Zhuoga did this, "She did nothing wrong, you have no reason to kill her!"

Zhuojia looked at him calmly and cruelly: "As my mother, she has no ability to provide me with the life I want, and she has no way to realize my ambitions. What qualifications does she have to be my mother?" "Then everyone in the world has a reason to kill their parents. Don't blame your parents for your incompetence. Let them give you everything, so what do you want? It's better to keep a dog, and the dog is more obedient than you." Soger couldn't help but mock him.

Ten-year-old Zhuojia ran to the place where the group of people gathered with his mother with his head. He was filled with joy and a smile appeared on his face. However, when he returned to the camp, the group had left, leaving only the extinguished fire. He did not give up and searched everywhere, hoping that they had not been gone for long. But he did not find them. He was stunned, threw his mother's head on the ground and kicked it away. He sat on the ground, not knowing what he should do.

As the sky gradually became dark, Zhuo Jia was still sitting on the ground blankly. After a while, voices gradually came from afar. He raised his head in horror. He thought it was his father who had found him, but he didn't know how to explain his mother's death. However, two people came over, one was the old man with white hair and the other was the young man who was holding him.

The old man narrowed his eyes not far away and said to the boy next to him: "Is there a doll on the ground in front of him? Hey, go and see." The boy curled his lips and walked towards Zhuojia reluctantly. He looked at Zhuojia for a moment and shouted, "What doll, teacher, your eyes are too different. This is not a doll. You will become an adult in two or three years!" He looked at Zhuojia again and asked, "Hey, your clothes are covered with blood!" He saw the blood on Zhuojia's clothes and asked hurriedly. He squatted down and looked at Zhuojia carefully, but no wounds were found.

He asked Zhuojia, "What's going on? Why are you covered in blood?" Zhuojia saw the boy's exquisite clothes and gold and silver jewelry on it. He choked and said, "My parents were killed... I came out to find some wild vegetables, and then after I went back... they were all dead... I, I was afraid of death alone, I, I was afraid of death..." His tears kept falling, and finally burst into tears.

The old man hadn't heard what the boy said before, and Weiwei walked over tremblingly. Seeing Zhuo Jia crying, he asked, "Hey? Why did you make someone cry?" "Oh, I said you, don't study magic, go and treat the ears! His family didn't know who killed him, so he left him alone. What do you think you should do?"

The old man touched his head and said to Zhuojia: "You... do you have a place to go?" Zhuojia shook his head while crying. He looked at the old man nervously through tears, fearing that he would ignore him.

The old man thought for a while and said, "Okay, just follow me. That, Cantney, can you afford to raise someone else?" "You probably only accept disciples in the world to support you." The young man just complained a few times, but did not refuse. The old man looked at Zhuojia with a smile again: "I am Aureson, you are like him, call me a teacher."

Zhuojia looked at his childhood self and suddenly laughed: "I don't know what Moni asked me to look back at what childhood was for. Why, no more? Did he expect any substantial harm to me? I just did the most correct thing for me. Everything I have taken away from myself now, and I don't feel sorry for anyone."

Sog felt the chill was so cold that he never knew how cruel a person could be. As a member of the Knights of the Imperial Capital, he had not seen anyone who killed people, but they often experienced major accidents; he had not never seen people who killed their father and mother, but it was usually because his parents beat and scolded him. Just because he wanted a better environment, he could kill his mother who was gentle and caring for him. He had only seen Zhuo Jiayi, and he did not think he had done something wrong at all.

The surrounding scenes changed back to the original pavilion, and Zhuo Jia casually walked towards the gap between the next stone pillar: "I want to see what Moni is doing."
Chapter completed!