Twenty years after Wang Qiang left, when he returned to Lihuo City, there were three heads hanging on his waist, two of which were the monks of the Ziyang Sect who massacred the fishing village back then, and one was the head of the Ziyang Sect.
There was no one left alive in the entire sect of Ziyang City, which was so famous. They were all slaughtered overnight, leaving no chickens or dogs behind.
This matter has also become an unsolved case. How many years have passed and no one knows who destroyed the Ziyang Sect.
Wang Qiang, who has three heads hanging from his waist, is very excited. He has worked hard for twenty years and practiced hard day and night in order to avenge the blood and hatred. Now that he has finally done it, it is time to find Xiang Rong to fulfill his original promise.
For twenty years, Wang Qiang spent every minute and every second so vividly that sometimes it was difficult for even him to figure out whether he was Wang Qiang, A Niu, or...
.all!
At this time, Wang Qiang had truly embraced his identity and regarded himself as Xiangrong's husband.
He is just a husband who can't wait to return home.
Returning to the familiar cabin, Wang Qiang was paused by what he saw in front of him.
The chickens and ducks he raised when he left had long since died, and their dead bones turned into nutrients and scattered with the wind. Only a skeleton of a very humane big yellow dog was left in front of the door.
The beams of the wooden house had already collapsed, and half of the house had collapsed. Next to the wall of the small courtyard, Wang Qiang saw a skeleton.
"Xiang Rong!!"
In an instant, Wang Qiang's eyes were filled with tears, and he felt a rush of fire rushing into the sky, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
The red blood dyed the white training uniform that Wang Qiang specially put on red, making it look particularly sad. At this moment, Wang Qiang, who had just destroyed the Ziyang Sect, was actually a little embarrassed.
He staggered to the side of the withered bones and carefully held it in his arms. Vaguely, he seemed to be able to feel the warmth of Xiangrong's body.
Wang Qiang seems to have forgotten what time means to an ordinary person. It is a bone-gnawing poison and a sad song of farewell.
Twenty years may be just a blink of an eye for a monk, but for a person who has been frail and sick since childhood, it is likely to be a lifetime.
"Rumble..."
Muffled thunder rolled over the sky, and the sky suddenly turned terrifyingly gloomy, casting a layer of haze over the entire world. A drizzle of rain fell, wetting Wang Qiang's hair and clothes.
Wang Qiang didn't move, he just hugged Xiang Rong's withered bones and cried loudly.
The rain fell harder and harder, gradually covering up Wang Qiang's cry. Perhaps this is the greatest sorrow of being a human being.
Even if you want to cry loudly, your cry will be covered up by the things around you.
People can always only see the laughter nearby, but it is difficult to hear the crying in the distance. Even the louder Wang Qiang cries, the stronger the sound of wind, thunder and rain becomes.
One day, two days, three days passed.
The heavy rain showed no sign of letting up, and Wang Qiang's eyes gradually lost their sparkle.
He suddenly lost the meaning of living.
In the past, he just wanted revenge. After revenge, he and Xiang Rong would never be separated.
But now, he has taken revenge, but has also lost his appearance.
Scenes from the past echoed in his mind, and Wang Qiang thought of everything he had experienced with Xiangrong since he was a child. When they were children, they would climb mountains and climb trees, dig out bird eggs, and hunt pheasants.
When he grew up, he helped the adults go fishing together. Wang Qiang fished and Xiangrong weaved nets.
Even though the village was massacred later and the two of them lived like beggars together, the memories at this moment were still beautiful.
Wang Qiang once competed with wild dogs for food just to keep Xiangrong fed. Xiangrong also made his little hands red in the winter and personally made a pair of shoes with thick soles for Wang Qiang.
Now, everything is gone.
Xiangrong left.
Wang Qiang's heart was filled with despair. At this moment, he just wanted to leave.
On the seventh day, the heavy rain that had been falling for many days finally stopped, and the sun rose again. At this time, Wang Qiang's whole body looked like a withered body, lying on the ground like this, with Xiang Rong beside him.
There was no trace of life in his empty eyes, and Wang Qiang was about to close his eyes forever.
Suddenly, Wang Qiang suddenly noticed something carved on the wall of the wooden house. He used his last strength to look and saw three words.
"Brother Aniu."
No, not three words, but countless Aniu brothers!
The entire wall is densely packed, one next to the other, crookedly, all carved out word by word, Brother Aniu.
Time has not diluted the emotions in Xiangrong's heart. She just turned her emotions into carvings on the wall. In this way, she silently waited for Wang Qiang's return.
It's a pity...she didn't wait.
Wang Qiang suddenly didn't want to die anymore, his will to survive exploded at this moment, and his eyes once again shone with light.
Xiangrong finally died in despair beside the wall bearing her longing. Wang Qiang would never let this longing go by the wayside.
He wants to resurrect Xiangrong at all costs, even if he pays his own life for it!
The whole person stood up suddenly, and Wang Qiang thought of something.
Summoning Spirit Pearl!
In this world, I am afraid that only this magical object that can bring people back to life can bring Xiangrong back to life.
Yes, he is going to find the Soul Summoning Pearl!
With the fighting spirit in his eyes renewed, Wang Qiang dug a grave for Xiangrong with his hands, letting her sleep here and continue to wait for him. He specially left one of Xiangrong's ribs and solemnly put it into a storage bag.
Always be with yourself.
Then he inserted the three heads he brought back from the Ziyang Sect onto wooden stakes nearby to protect Xiangrong's Shen Mian.
That’s right, it’s Shen Mian!
Because in Wang Qiang's eyes, Xiangrong is not dead at all. As long as he finds the Spirit Summoning Pearl, he can revive him. But, where on earth is he going to find the Spirit Summoning Pearl?
Since there were no clues, he looked for them bit by bit on his own.
Go to the most powerful and powerful people in the world and get information about the Spirit Summoning Pearl from their mouths.
Wang Qiang then embarked on a journey to find his seniors, but how could the so-called seniors easily meet him? In order to gain the favor of these seniors, Wang Qiang did everything he could.
He steals, robs, kills, cheats, and does all kinds of evil.
He easily gave away the treasures he had stolen to one big shot after another in exchange for information about the Spirit Summoning Pearl.
Gradually, Wang Qiang stole too many things and offended more and more people, but because of this, he gained a well-known nickname.
From then on, no one knew what Wang Qiang's real name was. When they mentioned him, people just called him his famous nickname. They just knew that he had stolen countless precious treasures in his life, each of which was priceless, and each of which was enough to make people happy.
People all over the world are crazy about it.
But no one knew that there was only one thing he really wanted.
Summoning Spirit Pearl!
Wang Qiang kept running on the road to find the spirit-summoning bead. One hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years... time slipped through his fingers unknowingly.
Gradually, Wang Qiang's memory began to blur, and it seemed difficult to distinguish whether he was in reality or illusion. He just wanted to find the spirit-calling bead.