C11 Escape

With such a huge commotion happening in Duanmu Residence, the nearby residents had long been awakened. It was just that they did not dare to come out to investigate, fearing that they would suffer such a great disaster.

Especially the heart-wrenching screams, which made them shiver even more in the middle of the night. Even hiding in their houses, they could not help but tremble.

It was not until the fire burned for a long time that someone mustered up the courage to go out and take a look. Following that, more and more people appeared, and the sounds of discussion rang out one after another.

"Sigh, what kind of sins did they commit?"

"What a good family, he's gone just like that."

"Who knows what kind of big shot the Duanmu family has offended? Don't just look at how arrogant they are in the town. They are nothing compared to the big families outside."

"That's right. They are still alive. Is it because of the wedding or because their entire family has been wiped out? Not a single one of them will be left alive."

Some of these discussions were filled with pity, some were angry, some were watching coldly from the sidelines, and some were even gloating.

When the Duanmu family was still around, they didn't dare to casually talk about it. However, now that the Duanmu family had been annihilated, no one cared about it anymore. This was the reason why people went out to drink tea.

Some people were gloating over their misfortune, and their words were even more malicious. Usually, the Duanmu family was high and mighty, and when they saw them, they would always stick their tails between their legs and behave properly.

Now that the Duanmu family had been annihilated, they were dancing with joy. They were extremely excited, and they were trying their best to attack the Duanmu family with words. They had made the Duanmu family worthless. It was as if the Duanmu family had been trampled by them. It was as if the Duanmu family had become a small town. It could be seen from this.

People's status and status were different, and they were in different situations. The things that could be seen with their eyes were also different. Compared to these commoners, the Duanmu family would at most discuss about the destruction of their family.

As for the other families in the town, they were considering the properties left behind by the destruction of the Duanmu family. As the number one family in the town, the Duanmu family had the most assets and occupied the most land.

They were considering what kind of attitude they would use tomorrow to distribute the big cake, even though they still called Mr Duanmu "old man" today. That was the reality of people.

However, no one noticed that in a sea of fire, a figure was quickly running towards the back of the mountain. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

The fire in Duanmu Manor burned for two days and two nights before it extinguished itself. Everything turned into ashes in the fire.

On a small hill a few hundred miles away from Nanling Town, there was a nameless grave that had loosened up. It seemed to have been piled up not too long ago, and there were traces of dark red blood on the grave.

It was a young man with unkempt hair and a dirty face. His clothes were tattered, and there were many scratches all over his body. Especially his hands, which were covered in thick blood scabs and flesh. The youth was sitting in front of the grave and staring blankly at the small grave.

The young man was Duanmu Kuang, who had escaped. That night, Duanmu Kuang heard screams from outside the room. He immediately knelt down and said, "Master, this disciple has never begged you in my life. Now, this disciple is begging you. Please save my family and my people! I know you can do it, please help me! I will definitely not disobey you in the future. I will repay you even if I have to work hard. "

He kowtowed, but Lyi Hentian shook his head. He sighed and said, "Kuang'er, Master is also a human, not a god. Besides, he's not even a human now. It's not that Master doesn't want to fight. It's just that I can't. If it were in the past, I could have killed such a small figure with a flip of my hand. But your master is just a remnant soul right now, it's easy to save you... To save your family members, it's hard, my good disciple... As long as you have the green mountain, you are not afraid of not having any firewood to burn. You should listen to your master's words and quickly escape. Save your life and wait for the future to take revenge. If you don't leave now, it'll be too late. "

Duanmu Kuang remained silent after hearing this. Once again, he knelt down before Lyi Hentian and said, "Master, this is the last time I will call you Master. Thank you, Master, for teaching me for the past ten years. I will never forget it. I just want to abandon my family, the Human Clan, and escape by myself. I can't do that. Master's great kindness will allow me to repay it in my next life. Please enter the Bloodthirsty Heavenly Bead. After this disciple hid the bead well, he wouldn't let it fall into the hands of those villains. I'm going out to fight them. "

Looking at the stubborn Duanmu Kuang, Lyi Hentian loved and hated him. He said, "Sigh, why are you so stubborn? Forget it, forget it. I will make a move once. Take the Bloodthirsty Heavenly Bead and climb up the Wutong tree in the upper house and hide it well. I will make a move at any time. "

"Thank you, Master. I'll go right away." When Duanmu Kuang heard that Lyi Hentian had agreed to help, he didn't think too much about it. He climbed up the tree and hid himself. But after a moment, he knew he had been fooled. The pearl in his arms emitted a faint halo. He found that he couldn't move and couldn't make any sound.

At this moment, Lyi Hentian's words rang in his ears, "My good disciple, don't blame Master. Master has looked down on you since you grew up. In Master's heart, you are just like my grandson. Master couldn't bear to see you die. A good man should strengthen himself. Even though he knew he would die, he still went to die. That was stupid. This kind of death is meaningless, if you want to take revenge... In the future, you should cultivate hard and take revenge for your clan. Now, I have used my soul origin to activate the Bloodthirsty Heavenly Bead. No one will be able to discover you. After this, I don't know when I will wake up. Perhaps, I will never wake up again. I will tell you everything, including my origin and the Bloodthirsty Heavenly Bead. The Heaven Tyrant Dragon Skill that I taught you in the past was only something that belonged to the Body Refinement Stage, but your foundation is very good. I will now teach you a new heart technique, you have to remember it well... "

Following Lyi Hentian's narration, cries of agony could be heard from outside the courtyard. Duanmu Kuang knew that... His family members were dying one by one. First, it was Uncle Yu. Then it was his grandfather, and then his father. He listened to the voices. He knew that his closest family members were all lying in pools of blood.

Finally, a men in black walked into the courtyard and pierced through his mother's chest.

At that moment, Duanmu Kuang felt as if the entire world was collapsing. Boundless darkness gradually wrapped around him, devouring him until it turned into nothingness.

After his mother fell, she used her weak and weak hands to prop herself up and slowly crawled into his room. When she saw that there was no one in the room, she let go with a smile on her face.

At that time, she might have thought that her son had already escaped. Before she died, she smiled because she was glad that her son had escaped from the heavens. This was her mother.

A weak mother, after suffering a fatal injury. She did not die immediately, but instead climbed into her son's room. It was only for the last time she looked at her son that her will supported her. The will of love, the love of a mother to her son, was selfless. She did not ask for anything in return. Even if she died for her son, she would have no regrets. This was the mother's love.

"Mother!" Duanmu Kuang shouted angrily in his heart. He wanted to hug his mother. Two streams of blood flowed down his cheeks. His mother was pregnant for ten months, and she had been painstakingly raised for fifteen years. His mother's love was as heavy as a mountain. It was as deep as the sea. How could he forget? How could he dare to forget?

"Power, I want power, I want to become stronger, no matter what the price is" Duanmu Kuang roared furiously in his heart. He had never felt such a strong desire to become stronger, the desire to become stronger, the moment his mother fell to the ground.

After the fire burned for a long time, Duanmu Kuang realized that he could move. He immediately jumped down from the tree and threw himself at his mother, crying. However, his mother had gone forever. She would never speak again and never come back.

His mother's body was cold, but Duanmu Kuang felt the warmth of the fire. He hugged her tightly. This was his only harbor, and his other relatives had long been buried in the sea of fire.

After a long time, Duanmu Kuang carried his mother and walked towards the back of the mountain. He did not know if those villains were still in the town. He did not dare to go out, nor did he dare to find help. He could not die yet, and he had to save his life to get revenge.

Just like that, he carried his mother and walked for a day and two nights before stopping on the small hill. He dug a hole with his hands and buried his mother.