"I will help you once, I hope you won't let me down." After thinking for a long time, Wang Qiang let out a sigh of relief and said.
Even though Fu Qingfeng kept warning him in the sea of consciousness that this was probably a trap, and even though Wang Qiang himself thought that this was a suicide attempt, for some reason, he still agreed.
Perhaps it was for the little softness in his heart, or perhaps it was the pity and tenderness in his bones that made him unable to bear to see Xiangrong living so lonely and lonely in this dark world of nothingness.
Maybe...Wang Qiang just simply wants to do something.
Xiangrong was very happy, with a very sincere smile on his face.
She reached out and threw her hand, and the blue flame in her hand floated in the air, rising in the wind. Soon, Wang Qiang felt a huge pulling force, and then his whole body floated uncontrollably.
In mid-air, he was about to be sucked into the blue flames.
"You are playing with fire and gambling with both of our lives!!"
In the sea of consciousness, Fu Qingfeng's voice came for the last time, and immediately after, Wang Qiang lost all consciousness.
...
When his consciousness returned again, Wang Qiang found himself lying on the grass on a hillside. It was dusk, and the fire clouds cast a dazzling dim yellow light on the entire horizon.
The hillside is covered with wild flowers all over the mountains and plains, all kinds of flowers are blooming.
Taking a deep breath, the fragrance of grass and trees mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers penetrated the tip of his nose. Everything was so real that Wang Qiang was even a little confused about where he was.
Are you in a dream, or have you just woken up?
"Brother Aniu, Brother Aniu."
Suddenly there was a sound like a silver bell from behind. Wang Qiang turned around and saw a girl with braids, about twelve or thirteen years old, jumping up.
Looking at the face, the girl clearly has the appearance of a girl.
But Wang Qiang himself has now become the A Niu brother Xiang Rong talks about. Perhaps this A Niu brother is Xiang Rong's husband.
However, Wang Qiang didn't know how A Niu and Xiang Rong separated back then, and why Xiang Rong appeared in the tomb of the Thief Saint. He could only wait silently for the moment when the mystery was revealed.
"Xiao Rong'er, why are you here?"
Wang Qiang blurted out his exclusive name for Xiang Rong, and everything came so naturally, as if he had experienced it all before.
"Mom asked you to go home for dinner, let's go, Brother Aniu."
Xiangrong took Wang Qiang's hand very affectionately, and then Wang Qiang realized that he himself was only twelve or thirteen years old, short, dark-skinned, and skinny.
Wang Qiang and Xiang Rong came to a quiet and peaceful small village. The village was not big, with about twenty households, but everyone had a smile on their face. They greeted Wang Qiang and Xiang Rong cordially when they saw them on the road.
Later, Wang Qiang learned that the village was called Fishing Village. It was named because it was close to the boundary sea and the villagers made a living by fishing all year round.
At this time, A Niu, played by Wang Qiang, was an abandoned baby picked up by Xiang Rong's parents at the beach in his early years. They then took him home and adopted him, and he has been with Xiang Rong since childhood.
Because A Niu has always been frail and very thin, Xiangrong's parents named him A Niu, hoping that A Niu would be as strong and tall as a cow in the future.
Holding hands with Xiangrong all the way back home, a small thatched house came into view.
At this moment, bursts of green smoke are still rising from the chimney of the thatched house, and from a distance, you can feel the aroma of rice coming to your nostrils.
"Dad, Mom, we are back."
Xiangrong smiled happily and jumped up, dragging Wang Qiang back home.
A dark-skinned man was shirtless, sitting on the threshold with a gentle smile. He was Xiangrong's father. At the same time, a gentle voice and a busy figure came from the hut.
"It's almost time to get ready for dinner. You two little kids don't know where to go wild." The person who spoke was Xiangrong's mother.
Wang Qiang and Xiangrong sat at the dining table obediently, waiting for the meal. Everything in front of them was so warm and happy. Wang Qiang couldn't even remember how long it had been since he had experienced such a feeling.
Even if he knows that none of this is real, he will cherish this moment extremely.
The pictures, sounds, and smiling faces in front of him seemed so precious at this moment that Wang Qiang gradually forgot the purpose of his coming here.
However, the happy time is always short-lived. With the crisp sound of his rice bowl breaking, Wang Qiang's sweet dream came to life.
"Crack!"
The big bowl filled with steaming wild vegetable soup fell to the ground, and the soup spilled everywhere, but all this did not make Xiangrong's mother care at all. Her tired eyes were looking at her in horror.
The scene outside the village.
Two immortals flying in the sky suddenly landed in the fishing village. They looked very young, with unruly looks on their faces. They looked at the surrounding villagers with disgust in their eyes.
"It's time to pay this month's offerings. The sect has made a rule that your village must pay ten spiritual stones this month!"
"What! Ten spiritual stones?"
Upon hearing the words of the two monks, the villagers exclaimed in surprise.
The fishing village has always been protected by the neighboring Ziyang Sect. Although it is protected, it is more of an oppression.
The Ziyang Sect controls countless villages like this, and sends its disciples to collect offerings every month.
In the beginning, each village collected five spiritual stones every month. Although this number was not much, for a small village like the fishing village, it meant that the whole village was frugal and worked hard to catch fish.
can be exchanged for it.
But this time, the disciples of the Ziyang Sect asked for ten spiritual stones as soon as they opened their mouths, which made it impossible for the entire fishing village to get together despite all the efforts of the villagers.
The village chief was an old man who was over 70 years old. He was leaning on a cane and walking in front of the two monks. He knelt down on the ground with a thud and kept kowtowing, hoping that they would give him a few days' grace.
But in the end, what the village chief got was a long knife with a thick neck.
Wang Qiang could really feel the cold light reflected by the long knife, and saw the monk smiling wildly. With a slight shake of his wrist, the village chief's head fell down, and a bloody arrow shot out several feet high.
"No spirit stone? Then I will sacrifice your lives to pay for it!"
This was the last complete sentence that Wang Qiang heard. From then on, only crazy laughter and shrill cries echoed in his ears.
Seeing this, Xiangrong's father immediately closed the door and hid Wang Qiang and Xiangrong in the stove that had not been completely turned off.
Wang Qiang felt very hot. The hot flames were constantly scorching his body and his heart. He wanted to help, but he had no strength at all, leaving only endless humiliation and resentment hidden in his heart.
Xiang Rong was sobbing in her arms, maybe because she was afraid, or because she was about to be unable to withstand the heat on the stove.
Wang Qiang tightly covered Xiangrong's mouth to prevent him from making any sound.
And he was lying on the crack of the stove, thinking about looking outside.
He saw a sharp long knife stopped in front of him, stained with red blood. He saw Xiangrong's parents being beheaded by two monks from the Ziyang Sect.
The two men were still laughing wildly, holding the heads of Xiangrong's parents and shaking them from side to side.
Wang Qiang had this scene deeply imprinted in his mind. He picked up a piece of charcoal that was still burning and held it tightly. Severe pain soon spread to his limbs, and his palms were burned red.
Then burnt.
But none of this affected Wang Qiang's inner determination.