As the coffin was pushed away and the coffin boards fell to the ground, an unpleasant smell came out.
Gui Hai Yida's expression remained unchanged as he carefully examined the bones.
In fact, after so many years, everything has rotted away and only a white skeleton is left.
The reason why Guihai Yida never put his father to rest was because he had an obsession, that is, to kill his enemy with his own hands in front of his father's body.
Following Guihai Yida's inspection, he finally found a dagger in the waist and abdomen of Guihai Bailian's corpse.
"Hehe...hahaha..."
The moment he saw the dagger, Guihai Yida suddenly laughed, tears flowed down unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth twitched several times. Huge pain and sadness surged into his heart. For a moment, he had mixed feelings, and he even took out the dagger.
I don't even have the courage.
This dagger was too familiar to him.
He is so familiar.
This dagger was made by my father, Gui Hai Bai Lian, using the remnants of the bloody sword in his hand. It was a gift from my father to my mother, Lu Huanong.
However, this dagger actually appeared next to the bones of Guihai Bailian?
Gui Hai Yi Dao stretched out his hand and took out the dagger.
Then, he wiped away his tears, became expressionless, and rushed towards Shuiyue An in the suburbs.
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After a while, Guihai Yida came to Shuiyue Temple, the place where his mother Lu Huanong practiced Buddhism.
Guihai pushed open the door of Shuiyue Temple with a knife and walked in.
Climbing up the stairs and entering the nunnery, he saw his mother kneeling in front of Guanyin.
Lu Huanong clasped his hands together and knelt in front of the Guanyin statue with his eyes closed tightly, feeling particularly pious.
Gui Hai Yi Dao just looked at her and his mother without speaking to urge her.
After a full stick of incense had passed, Lu Huanong opened his eyes, still facing Guihai and said, "One sword, you have a strong murderous aura."
Guihai walked straight over with a knife and said as he walked: "I killed Qilinzi, Jian Jingfeng, and Master Liaokong. They were my father's best brothers and friends, but they were related to my father's death."
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"Amitabha."
Hearing this, Lu Huanong took a deep breath and recited a Buddha's name.
"However, today, someone told me that none of them were the real murderers of my father."
"Mom, tell me, who is that person?"
Gui Hai's sword has already reached Lu Huanong's back. At this distance, he can kill the woman in front of him and his mother with just one sword.
"Yidao, you have practiced Xiongba Tianxia and Abidao's three swords. You should be able to feel that the evil ways of these two swordsmanship, the swordsmanship will infinitely amplify the inner demons, and make people become a walking zombie who only knows killing."
"Whoever practices this sword technique will sooner or later become a murderer and a scum of the world."
"One knife, turn back!"
Lu Huanong looked calm, as if he had expected this day. He slowly turned around and looked at his son.
"Stop practicing."
Gui Hai looked at Lu Huanong with a knife, his eyes were red, and said word by word: "Mom, tell me, you are not the one who killed my father."
"As long as you tell me, I will believe that I have killed three of them."
"You just need to tell me that you are not..."
"Tell me, you are not..."
Lu Huanong closed his eyes, sighed deeply, and recited another Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
"Yidao, since you already know, why bother asking again?"
"Zheng!"
The dagger was thrown in front of Lu Huanong by Gui Hai and penetrated deeply into the wooden partition, making a harsh sound.
"Why?"
"Mom, why are you not willing to lie to me even once?"
"Why didn't you take the dagger back? Why didn't you hide it? Why did you do it to my father!!"
Gui Hai Yi Dao roared loudly, his eyes were red, and he questioned Lu Huanong.
"Yidao, when you were still young, if I told you everything, how could you survive?"
"You have the same character as him, very stubborn and tenacious. At the beginning, you would rather jump into the river than join the sect of Shenhou to practice martial arts. You came out of such a cruel and terrifying place alive."
"I know that the driving force that has always driven you is to avenge your father."
"As long as the great revenge is not avenged, it is impossible for you to die. You will try every means to survive."
"So, every time you go on a mission, I never worry because you are the strongest."
Lu Huanong smiled lightly and silently told everything about Yi Dao, feeling extremely relieved.
"However, things will eventually be exposed one day. In order to protect me, they would rather commit suicide than tell you the truth. I'm sorry for them. If I could have told you earlier, maybe they wouldn't have to die."
"I didn't take away the dagger in the coffin. At that time, it was because I was very sad and didn't want to face it. Later, I thought it would be good to stay."
"After all, this matter must have an outcome."
"One knife, let's do it!"
"After my mother's death, you should stop practicing these two sword skills."
Hearing this, Gui Hai Yi Dao showed no expression on his face and slowly pulled out the sword of sweat and blood. This sword was made by his father and was inherited by him.
Back then, when he was young, he swore on his sword that he would kill his enemies and avenge his father.
It is precisely because of this belief that he escaped from life and death situations again and again.
Because he wants to live, work hard, and do whatever it takes, just to avenge his father.
"Zhizhi..."
As the sound of the blade sliding against the scabbard was heard, a bright sword light flashed in the quiet Shuiyue An...
Gui Hai Yida looked at the mother who gave birth to him, and at the 'enemy who killed his father'. He didn't know what to do?
The belief that had supported him all this time collapsed.
Countless murderous thoughts and demonic thoughts surged into his heart. In the bottom of his heart, there seemed to be a voice that was constantly urging him: Do it! Do it quickly!
Kill her!
Kill her quickly!!
Gui Hai Yidao frowned, his expression was a bit painful and struggling, his face kept changing, and he was very hesitant.
"No, she is my mother, I can't kill her!"
Gui Hai Yi Dao muttered to himself, the hand holding the knife trembled slightly but never dropped it.
He still couldn't make the move.
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded next to Gui Hai Yida's ear.
"Yida, don't you want to avenge me?"
Hearing this voice, Gui Hai suddenly turned his head and looked at the door, only to see a familiar figure wearing leather clothes looking at him with a disappointed look on his face.
"Daddy?"
"How will you be here?"
'Guihai Bailian' looked at Guihai Yi Dao with disappointment on his face. He shook his head and said: "Yida, you can no longer avenge your father. You will never be able to avenge you. Yi Dao is no longer the original Yi Dao."
"Your knife is dull, no longer pure, no longer sharp."
"You are no longer my knife."
"No, no, no!" Gui Hai's sword was anxious and he shouted quickly: "I am still your father's sword. I will always be your father's sword. I will definitely avenge you."
"I will do it, no one can stop me."
"I will, I will, I will..."
Gui Hai Yida's eyes gradually turned red, the murderous aura in his eyes became heavier and heavier, his trembling hands gradually calmed down, and there was no longer any emotion in his eyes when he looked at Lu Huanong.
"Then kill her!!!"
'Guihai Bailian' suddenly roared, his face was ferocious, like a life-seeking evil ghost, and he shouted.
"Ahhhh..."
Gui Hai raised the sword of sweat and blood, pointed it at Lu Huanong, and dropped it hard.