Changsheng crossed his legs in front of a field strewn with bones. The machete in front of him was stuck upside down on the ground. The devil also noticed that he quietly took out a handful of flaxen hair and placed it on the ground.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't save you, and I can't let you rest in peace. I hope you will have no worries in the next life and will not suffer the sufferings of this world."
He lowered his head and remained silent for a few seconds before slowly standing up.
At this time, there were two people standing behind him, the Demon King and Reina.
"Let's go, it's not a good place to stay for a long time."
Reina frowned slightly and hid half of her body behind her master. She stuck her head out and looked weakly at Changsheng's face. She saw two lines of faint tears.
Changsheng also noticed Reina's gaze, smiled slightly at her, and touched her head.
The Demon King also turned and left. Before Reina left, she looked back and saw a hollow white bone facing her. She was so frightened that her hair stood on end and she quickened her pace to follow the two of them.
Shortly after the two left, a monster covered in blood moved among a pile of rubble. Wugan was not dead yet. It opened its eyes and gritted its teeth.
It saw its mangled staff and mangled body, with black blood flowing all over the floor. It wasn't dead yet, but it was about to be.
Just then, a yellow cat appeared in front of it.
"You're dying."
This cat actually spoke human words, which is really creepy.
"roll."
A low sound came from Wu Qian's throat.
"My master thought you were quite useful, so he spared your life."
The cat continued.
Owner?
Wu Qian had doubts in his heart, but soon he thought of that terrifying human being, wearing black clothes and exuding an aura like the god of death.
"He's not human?"
"Yes, the master is the greatest existence. If you are willing to surrender to him, he can heal your wounds and give you great power. Do you long for power?"
A cold light suddenly flashed in the kitten's eyes.
Wu Gan didn't speak, he just looked at each other quietly, but his vision was getting darker and darker.
"You don't have much time."
It blinked, and its consciousness was almost taken away. It knew what it would mean if it lost consciousness at this time.
Wu Gan opened his mouth.
"I am willing to follow the strong."
When the kitten heard this, he smiled strangely.
"Drink, and you will forever be a servant of your master, never able to resist his commands."
The kitten suddenly spit out a black bottle, and there were some very disturbing impurities floating in the black liquid.
Wu Gan used his last bit of strength, bit the bottle with his mouth, broke the glass directly, and swallowed the black liquid with the broken glass.
Suddenly, red spots appeared on its neck, like red-hot iron.
"Ah!! Ah!!"
It struggled, and black smoke emitted from the wounds all over its body.
"ah!!"
Suddenly, with the strength he didn't know where he came from, Wu Gan stood up directly. His withered body suddenly swelled up, and the color in his gray-black face suddenly returned. After the severe pain, it was as if the sky had cleared after the rain.
He felt great, his body felt full of energy, as if he was dozens of years younger.
Wu Gan took a deep breath and looked at his body in disbelief. Red lines were all over his body, and some unknown substances gathered on his belly, emitting bursts of red light.
"The master has left you a task."
Kitty said suddenly.
I will definitely finish it.
Wu Gan immediately knelt down on one knee, excitement appearing on his face.
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"I stayed in that village for a while when I was a child."
Changsheng held a long piece of grass in his mouth and said as he walked.
"That's your hometown?"
Rena asked.
"No, I have no hometown and no relatives. I was a baby abandoned by travelers and raised by wandering artists. I just wandered in that village for a while."
As he spoke, Changsheng blew a breath, and the grass flew out of his mouth and suddenly settled in the air.
"I can also guess why they abandoned me. My ability is simply a nightmare for someone who drives a carriage."
The Demon King nodded, imagining a scene where the things on a moving carriage suddenly froze in place, but the carriage continued to drive.
"What is a wandering artist? Are they also the ones lying on the ground?"
Rena suddenly asked curiously.
"No, it's different from yours."
The devil tapped her head lightly.
Changsheng smiled slightly, took out a flute from his pocket, put it gently to his mouth, and started blowing. Suddenly, the music that Reina had heard before sounded again.
"That's right! That's it! Master! That's what I want to say."
Reina said excitedly, and the Demon King listened calmly. There was a touch of sadness in the beautiful flute sound, as if there was a girl in white standing on the top of a mountain full of flowers, saying goodbye to herself. Even Reina, an idiot, couldn't help but shut up the noise.
He kept talking and listened carefully.
"It sounds really nice."
After the flute sound stopped, Rena clapped her hands and said.
"Why does this bamboo ring?"
Rena asked curiously.
"This is an instrument, and that's what I did for a living when I was a kid."
"Hey?! Can you play with me for a while?"
Changsheng smiled and said, "Okay."
He wiped the flute and handed it to Reina. Reina played with it curiously and found many small holes on it.
"Just blow this hole."
she asked.
"Yeah, but there are some doorways inside..."
Before Changsheng could finish speaking, Reina took a deep breath, as if she was about to hold her breath while diving, and then she blew suddenly, causing the flute to make a mournful sound.
Snap!
The Demon King's iron fist hit Rena on the head.
"Don't mess around."
Reina looked aggrieved, and the flute in her hand was covered in saliva.
"Hurry and clean it and return it to others. Remember to say sorry."
"Yes...I'm sorry."
Reina said aggrievedly.
Changsheng laughed and said, "No need, I'll just give this flute to you. It's very old anyway."
"Hey! Master, look how good Brother Changsheng is."
"Then you have to clean up too."
"Why!"
Chang Sheng looked at the two masters and apprentices with a smile, and suddenly remembered what happened when he was a child.
The long and blunt sound of the flute came from the village, mixed with the sounds of chickens, ducks and geese in the village.
There was no harvest today either.
Changsheng was sitting at the end of the village. He wore clothes full of holes, like a beggar. Children passing by either laughed at him or threw stones at him.
At this moment, a white steamed bun appeared in front of him.
"You are hungry, go ahead and eat."
A little girl about his age appeared in front of him, holding a bowl with a white steamed bun on it.
Her name is Hongyan, her mother is a tailor and her father is a farmer.
"Hey, how do you blow this thing? Can you teach me how to blow it?"
Hongyan was playing with Changsheng's flute, and Changsheng was chewing dry steamed buns. When he was about to say something, the other party took an exaggerated breath and blew hard on the flute, causing a harsh noise.
That was the first time they met. The people in the village were very nice. Changsheng helped them herd cattle and sheep in exchange for steamed buns, and slept in the cowshed at night. After a long period of time.
Until a warrior came to the village. He was wearing a long robe and carrying a cold sword. He fell in love with Changsheng at a glance and took him to Jiwumen to practice.
"After you finish your studies, come back and marry me, okay?"
Hongyan cried so hard that her nose and eyes were red. She took the scissors, cut off a section of hair, and stuffed it into Changsheng's hand.
That was the first time he saw Hongyan cry, and it was also the last time.
Changsheng sighed softly and looked up at the sky.
Now he is twenty and she is eighteen, but he will never see her again in his lifetime.
"Brother Changsheng! If you don't leave, I'll leave you alone."
Reina's voice came from far away, Chang Sheng came back to his senses, and he smiled slightly.
"Wait for me."
He walked quickly towards the two of them, leaving a tear on the spot.