Xu Luo only felt a deep sense of powerlessness, but with his current cultivation ability, it was the limit of what he could do.
Looking at the old Wangtou who no longer spoke or even made a sound, but was just trembling and trembling silently.
Xu Luo hesitated for a moment, but still put his palms on his shoulders to prevent any accidents. This was the only thing he could do now.
People in this world are suffering in all kinds of ways, and hundreds of people have hundreds of answers.
Some people say that the person died and the money was not spent. Some people say that the person did not die and the money was spent.
Some people also say that it is the person you love the most who puts on the red wedding dress, but the groom is not you. Others say that it is the son who wants to raise a child, but the bride is not here...
But from Xu Luo's point of view, everything is nothing in front of the white-haired person sending the black-haired person to him!
Only those who have personally experienced the heartbreaking pain can understand the pain from the heart. Just like the old Wangtou in front of him, the moment Xu Luomo didn't answer him, he was actually dead.
What was crying silently in front of him was just a walking corpse in the world!
Xu Luo couldn't understand this feeling in his previous life. In his opinion, offspring are just a kind of bloodline reproduction, but a combination of lust between men and women.
But after living it again, I realized that it is actually true for most people in this world.
Life is just a grain of dust without any weight in this vast epic.
But there are countless such dusts, adding to the weight of history books all the time, but under the general trend, the dust will not leave any traces.
Children and grandchildren are not only a continuation of the bloodline, but also a spiritual sustenance.
The most fundamental reason is that no one is willing to disappear silently, and everyone hopes to leave a trace of their past in this world.
Even if it's just a speck of dust, even if it's just a wishful thinking, even if it's just insignificant, I still hope that a hundred years from now, there will still be people who will remember it.
If there is no one in your heart and no one is remembered, then do you really have to live in this world?
Gu Xixi's eyes were slightly red. At this time, she had completely understood why Xu Luo was so violent and angry?
He is just angry at his own powerlessness!
Obviously this matter really has nothing to do with him, but he still blames himself from the bottom of his heart, just because, even if Old Wangtou lives an extremely insignificant life in this world, he still has a trace of ties to Xu Luo's heart!
She suddenly felt a little pity for the man in front of her.
What kind of life did he live before that he would value every person and every relationship around him so much?
After a long while, Lao Wangtou finally raised his head.
But at this moment, this man's eyes can no longer see the cunning and smoothness that was hidden deep in his eyes before.
To be precise, there is no charm at all.
He firmly grasped the honest and weird face in his hand, raised it several times and reluctantly took it back, and finally handed it over tremblingly.
"Shouju is dead. Mr. Luo, please help him see him off for the last time! He, he..."
Before he finished speaking, he opened and closed his lips but gradually lost any sound.
Finally, he directly stuffed the face into Xu Luo's arms, crawled to the side and held the fainting woman in his arms, as if hoping to draw some comfort from her.
Xu Luo lamented in his heart and pressed his palms with sharp claws on the person's face.
However, feeling the lingering reluctance to let go, my palm was still reluctant to press it down.
Gu Xixi's eyes flashed with sadness. She sighed and walked forward. She pulled the face out of Xu Luo's hand. The exorcism charm she had been holding in her hand lit up with dazzling fire and she pressed it directly.
At this time, most of the weird things in the outer counties and cities have been killed and suppressed by many exorcists.
Most of the shadowy black mist in the sky has disappeared, revealing the protective light film of the rune array covering the entire city.
Seeing that this disaster was about to be eliminated, the ghost house, which had been suppressed by the huge runes under Gu Siyan's body and could not move, seemed to have noticed something and started struggling violently.
At this moment, the dark mist in the yard was already surging crazily, as if some peerless beast was being conceived inside.
A cold look flashed between Gu Siyan's brows. Although he was mostly focused on suppressing the situation, with his current level of cultivation, as long as his perception was not deceived, nothing could be hidden from him in the county!
Seeing that the monsters are about to be wiped out, this haunted house obviously has to make a last stand.
He stretched out his hand and called, and the bamboo pen that had been surrounding him like a swimming fish appeared in his hand obediently. The energy and blood from the top of his head condensed and poured in, and the bamboo pen once again drew a loose character in the air.
But because the energy and blood gathered this time was obviously not as big as before, the scattered characters were not as huge as the Zhen characters at the beginning.
As soon as he finished writing the last stroke, Gu Siyan took up his pen and stabbed it in the middle of the rune.
Black and red rays of light suddenly spread out, spreading to almost every corner of the city.
The black mist that had not yet been completely dissipated immediately began to dissipate rapidly, just like the remaining snow meeting the rising sun.
This move of his is to draw fire from the bottom of the axe. Even if Guizhai wants to do something else, without the support of the sinister aura, it is still water without roots, and it is not a problem!
He Buxiu and He Buxiu, who had been sitting in the Exorcism Department at the center of the rune formation, looked at each other and started to make some moves.
After working together for decades, the two of them still don't know what their company is planning to do?
The magic formula in the hands of the two people changed again. The eight spirit beasts that were originally scattered around hunting for strange monsters suddenly disappeared. When they reappeared, they were already crouching or crouching beside the two people, roaring crazily in the direction of the strange house.
But before the two of them could make their next move, a sudden change occurred.
The black mist above the strange house suddenly stood still for an instant, and then shrank crazily inward like a huge vortex in the center.
An ominous premonition suddenly arose in the hearts of all the exorcists.
But before they could react, a crisp copper bell sounded strangely in the ears of everyone in the city.
No matter where you are, what you are doing, or how many layers of defenses you have around you, the sound of the copper bell sounds like it is ringing deep in your heart.
Everyone just felt like their minds were at a loss, and time seemed to have completely stopped at this moment.
Although Gu Siyan woke up with just one breath, the scene below had changed drastically in just this breath.
The strange house that was originally filled with black mist quickly collapsed and dissipated like bubbles in the water.
The black mist is like a rapidly fading ink painting. The ink has melted away, leaving only a blank space on the painting paper.
For the first time, Gu Siyan's face changed drastically, and he stabbed down with the bamboo pen in his hand without hesitation.
The soft and tough pen tip quickly grew in size in the air, and when it landed on top of the strange house, it was already as majestic as a mountain peak.
But Abandoned House, which had never fought back before, did not give in at all this time.
Countless black mist condensed together, and a strange artifact with only half of the spear tip exposed was gently tapping the bottom of the mountain like a needle.