C43 Long Chen Made a Vow

The setting sun was as red as blood, reflecting the western sky. The red clouds were pale, and strands of golden sunlight shrank back into the ground.

It took about two hours before Li Tang stopped the horse. In front of him was a small village. The village was dead silent and lifeless. Caw, caw, caw. The horse's hooves kicked and galloped, startling a flock of crows.

"This was originally a small village with more than 200 people. A few days ago, a person wearing a bamboo hat passed by and this place became a deserted village.

All dead. Old people, children, men, women, not a single one alive. Not even a single dog was spared. Li Tang looked around the desolate village and slowly said, with an emotional sigh.

"What was the man wearing?" Upon hearing that he was wearing a bamboo hat, a figure flashed across Long Chen's mind. He turned his head to look at Li Tang and asked.

Li Tang stared blankly. "He's wearing bloody hemp clothes, and he seems to be bald. His appearance is very …" Weird, there seems to be a mark on your face. " Li Tang replied as he looked at the change in Long Chen's expression.

It was him, Hua Jiu'er! Long Chen closed his eyes. He never thought that so many people would die in search of him. This was all he had seen. Who knew how many other villages he had not seen had been massacred by Hua Jiu'er?

Long Chen suddenly felt a sense of guilt. Even though Lei Lin said that many innocent people would die on this path, Long Chen didn't expect that so many would die. The unarmed Hua Jiu'er was the only thing left for them to do.

His chest felt as if something was blocking it, making him feel uncomfortable. Long Chen opened his eyes and jumped down from his horse, walking towards the quiet village.

Li Tang and the old man behind him looked at each other. The two of them had noticed the change in Long Chen. They followed him down from the horse and followed behind him, waiting for Long Chen to take his next step.

The rustling of leaves on leaves could be heard as Long Chen continued to walk forward. Li Tang stopped at the entrance of the village and watched as Long Chen's back raised his hand to stop the people behind him. He remained silent as he quietly watched Long Chen's back.

The autumn wind lifted Long Chen's hair and let it flutter in the air. Long Chen continued forward, by the side of the road, in the courtyard, in the open doors, beside the water well, there were corpses lying around. Before they died, they went through some unknown pain, and when they died, their eyes were wide open.

After passing by every small courtyard, Long Chen would stop and look at the corpses lying in a pool of dried up blood. In the end, at the top of the village, he would walk past a row of low fences.

A three or four-year-old child was lying on the ground. His body was covered with dried blood. Above the child, a woman was kneeling on the ground, protecting the child with her body bent.

Long Chen walked into the small courtyard and walked towards the two figures. He slowly squatted down and looked into the child's wide eyes, as if he had met with something terrifying before he died. There was a bright hole in the woman's chest, and Long Chen did not know what kind of power was behind it.

If it wasn't for him, Hua Jiu'er would not have come looking for him. This village would not have lost so many people, and this child could still play around with the children in the village. This mother should not have died either.

Long Chen lifted his hand, and his hand that was hesitating in midair trembled slightly. He wanted to close the child's eyes, but was afraid of hurting the child.

Even dead people would feel pain.

Not too far away from Long Chen was half a man's corpse. There was a long trail of blood on the ground, as if trying hard to crawl over before his death.

The wind picked up and the leaves turned yellow, and the bushes in the intestines flipped. The deserted village was deserted, and the lone child swore an oath.

Self-blame, guilt, everything that was piled up in Long Chen's chest felt like a huge rock pressing down on his chest, causing it to feel dull and painful, causing him to be unable to suppress his emotions. Looking at the child lying on the ground, Long Chen's hand that was suspended in the air slowly touched the child's wide eyes, gently wiping them down.

How could he die with his eyes closed?

The huge rock that was pressing down on his chest became heavier and heavier until it finally exploded due to a burst of force. Long Chen raised his head to the sky and roared. The sound tore through the horizon and shot straight into the clouds.

In the blink of an eye, the night sky, which was filled with stars, was filled with dark clouds. Thunder rumbled and resounded through the world. In an instant, rain fell and rain fell, splashing onto Long Chen's upraised face.

Outside the village, Li Tang heard a long howl coming from the inside of the village and quickly ran into the village. Outside the village, Li Tang heard a long howl coming from the inside of the village and quickly ran out of the village.

When they were near the wattled fencing, Li Tang looked at Long Chen who was facing upwards. Long Chen slowly raised his hand and raised his four fingers to the sky, "I, Long Chen, hereby swear that I will kill to the fullest and use their heads to pay tribute to those who were killed by the cannibal bloodline because of me!"

Boom!

A flash of lightning lit up the world, and the whistling of the wind seemed to be whispering.

Once again, Long Chen squatted down as a child and closed his eyes. This time, the child did not open his eyes again. Instead, he quietly closed them.

The rain had stopped, and it had suddenly come and gone. The dark clouds had been parted by strands of silver light, and a full moon hung in the sky as stars sparkled.

"Daniu, let's go. Come to my house for a drink to celebrate!" A voice came from outside the fence. Long Chen turned his head to look, and saw two transparent figures standing under Haoyue. They were two men, each carrying a wild animal on their shoulders, laughing loudly.

"No, my wife is waiting. If we're late, we'll have to nag each other again. I'll come get some more drinks. Third brother, hurry up and go in. Sister-in-law has already finished cooking so we can smell the fragrance."

"Haha, remember to come over for a drink after you're done."

"Sure thing."

Finishing his words, the two men parted ways at the door. A man happily carried a wild boar as he walked into the room and shouted, "Wife, I'm back!"

"I'm back." A woman walked out of the house. She was dressed very simply and wore a scarf. Seeing the man was sweating profusely, the woman wiped the water off her hands at the corner of her clothes and used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off the man's clothes.

The man smiled and let the woman wipe her sweat. After wiping the sweat off his face, he suddenly kissed the woman. The woman bashfully smacked the man, her face turning red as she laughed and said, "You don't have a proper style!"

The man chuckled and looked around, "Where's Wen?" When the woman heard this, she raised her chin. There was an old man and a young man sitting under a willow outside the courtyard. It was unknown what the old man was talking about, but the young one seemed to enjoy listening to him.

"Wen'er, it's time to eat." He said something to the old man before jumping over. The man squatted down and picked up Wen'er, who had run over to him, and put her on his neck. He twirled in place and Wen'er sat on his shoulder, laughing happily.

Under Old Liu, the old man tapped his pipe a few times on the limestone where he sat down. Then, he put the pipe on his waist and walked over with a snort.

"Uncle Zheng, let's eat together." The man greeted him through the fence.

Uncle Zheng shook his hand. "No, no. Your aunt has already prepared dinner. She chatted with us grandsons for a while. Wen'er will definitely have some good prospects in the future."

"If there's any future for me, I want to feed my grandfather." A tender voice came from the man's shoulder. The old man laughed out loud. "Then grandpa will wait for your future."

The family of three ate a simple and delicious meal around the table. The man and woman would wipe away the blood at the corner of Wen'er's mouth from time to time. They were happy and warm.

"Dad, I want to hear your story." Wen'er snuggled against his chest as the stars filled the sky. The man pinched Wen'er's face and pulled his wife into his embrace. After dinner, the family sat on the doorstep and watched the stars fill up the sky.

"In the past, there was a temple on the mountain. Within the temple, there lived an old monk and a young monk. Every night, under the Bodhi tree, the old monk would tell stories to the young monk. In the past …"

This feeling of absence almost made Long Chen suffocate, just like a large part of his life being missing. This gap was something that he was born with, and Long Chen did not know what he was born with, but now he knew that he was missing a home, and like duckweed, he lived in an unfixed place, wandering around, and did not have a place to live.

Li Tang had been quietly watching Long Chen from outside the wattled fencing. When Long Chen turned his head to look in his direction, he felt as if he was transparent and had not been seen by Long Chen. He had no idea what Long Chen was looking at.

"The resentment here …" It seems to be gradually disappearing. " The old man behind Li Tang looked around in surprise. The eerie village had become less cold. Li Tang also looked around in surprise. The entire village was quiet, as if the village had never been massacred. In their eyes, it was the same, but in Long Chen's eyes, it was a completely different story.

The man sat up, holding his wife and child as he walked out of the courtyard. There would occasionally be barking from the dogs in the village, and outside the courtyard stood around two hundred people. They were all looking at Long Chen, the elderly, the children, the men, and the women.

Long Chen also looked at them, and after a few breaths of time, a black stone door stood up behind them. The thick stone door slowly opened, and Long Chen could not see anything behind it.

The man smiled, the woman laughed, and Uncle Zheng laughed. Everyone laughed, and waved at Long Chen before they turned and walked into the black gate. The heavy gate was shut with a loud bang, and with a gentle breeze, they disappeared.

"The anger is completely gone." The old man behind Li Tang shouted in surprise once again. Li Tang turned his head to look at Long Chen in the distance. His eyes were bright, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

"Uncle Chen, did you hear that just now?" That day, that bald man wearing a conical bamboo hat seems to have come because of him. " Li Tang turned his head and whispered. Hearing that, the old man nodded, "I heard it, it seems like the massacre of this village is related to him, but according to his oath, he wants to kill off the entire cannibal tribe, it would be a fantasy for him to say such words at the mere Core Bearing Stage."

"Uncle Chen, I don't think so. I feel that if he can, he definitely can." The old man did not reply as he stared at Long Chen.

"Can you do me a favor?" Long Chen walked towards Li Tang and said.

"Brother Long, please speak."

"Help me bury them."

"A small matter."

"Thank you."

Long Chen turned around and once again walked toward the three corpses. He brought half of the corpses to the women and children. Then, he stood up and left the courtyard. Li Tang immediately followed, and the few people behind him began to clean up the corpses under Li Tang's orders.

Li Tang stood behind Long Chen and looked at his back. He was like a lonely wild wolf walking in the cold, swallowed up by loneliness. He had no one to rely on as he wandered around.

Loneliness was like the shadow behind Long Chen. He would never be able to get rid of it, unless he lay down, unless there was no light.

Long Chen was even more unwilling to lie down. There was still something he had yet to do: he would go to the Immortal Moon Empire, find his vague memories of his father, unseal him, and go kill the cannibal race in order to avenge those who had died because of him.

As for loneliness, Quan Zouhua treated it as a strong alcohol that stung his throat. After drinking it for a long time, his throat would become numb, and perhaps, it would no longer hurt anymore. Perhaps, all the lonely people were like this, and after drinking it for a long time, they would get used to being alone.