Metropolis: I have Hades system that can open hell

The cultivation world was turbulent, and in Wuma Cong's eyes, it was even worse than the sunset in front of him.

The red sun, which is as big as a wheel, shows half of his face, the evening breeze, the slanting shadow under his feet and the golden light spurt, and the multi-colored clouds run through it. I don't know tens of thousands of reincarnations before Wuma Cong was born as the son of Gongsun Da.

The sun is halfway up, and Zhu Xia is brilliant, stretching across the sky, making people dazzled.

At this time, there was no one around, and the smoke owls from the village were seen coming out of the gap in the forest. If they were far away, their mother Wu Majuan and younger sister Gongsun Yao must have been cleaning the copper and silver. It's not fish anymore.

He looked in the direction of the sunlight, not daring to look up.

The sun is getting lower and lower, and the light is getting more and more narrow.

At this time, I finally bundled the unique peanuts and piled them into mountains. I took the sunshade plastic sheet, covered the peanuts, and waited for the ox cart to be pulled to the grain field tomorrow to dry.

Wuma Cong smiled happily when he saw his father Gongsun Da Huanyi Jianlang's body.

There is nothing more joyful than having a parent who is still alive.

Gongsun Da took off his straw hat, wiped off his sweat, hummed a song, and walked home with his son.

Now that there are roads in every village, Wu Macong felt that he was more comfortable stepping on the peanut field just now when stepping on the hard concrete road instead of dirt.

"Dad, if one day I die suddenly..." Wu Macong wanted to give his father a vaccination, he really didn't know if he would have to die one day in order to save the world.

The straw hat in Gongsun Da's hand suddenly fell to the ground. Gongsun Da picked it up again in a hurry, and covered his head with the brim of the hat pulled down very low, covering his eyes. He said calmly, "A Cong, If there is too much wind and rain outside, come back. No matter what, your mother and I will die before you and Yaoyao."

In the previous life, Wuma Cong's parents died earlier than Wuma Cong and Gongsun Yao, but they died of terminal illness.

wrong!

Wu Ma Cong suddenly felt Gongsun Da's true anger that he couldn't suppress because of his excitement, yes, true anger!

It turned out to be really angry!
Wuma Cong can be sure that with his 2000 ghost powers, he can feel the same true energy as Shangguan Lan!

why?
Why is there true anger in the father?
Isn't he just an ordinary farmer?
How can you be really angry?

In the previous life, how could a person with genuine energy die from a terminal illness?
Wu Macong suddenly became afraid, afraid that this sudden sense of familiarity would disappear, but a sudden sense of strangeness.

Wuma Cong secretly opened the King of Hades system and checked his father Shouyang: there are still 110 years left!

Such a body could not have died of a terminal illness.

If the parents in the previous life did not die of terminal illness, then there is only one possibility for a cultivator of their age to die: that is to be killed!

Wuma Cong's mouth trembled, his hands trembled, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and subconsciously handed it out to his father Gongsunda.

Gongsun Da also seemed to be in a bad mood, so he picked it up, took out his phone, and lit a cigarette.

The two father and son just walked home together without saying a word, smoking a cigarette with their mouths open.

Wu Macong was recalling, trying hard to recall, recalling his previous life, why hadn't he discovered the fact that his father was a cultivator?

Does a mortal deserve to be a mortal forever?
Even my father, who gave birth to me and raised me for 30 to [-] years, I don’t even know that he is not from my own world. If I hadn’t been reborn in this life and got the Hades system, I’m afraid it would still be hidden in my bones.

Wuma Cong took a deep puff of the cigarette, the smoke was exhausted, extinguished, and he threw it on the ground.

He originally wanted to tell his parents that he was the King of Hades, but now he doesn't want to.

Back home, Wu Macong felt the true energy from Wu Majuan again!Shouyang 120 seven years!
Even Gongsun Yao has it!Shouyang 170 years!
why?
Why don't parents teach themselves how to cultivate?
Why are you trying so hard to hide yourself, you have a longevity of more than 100 to 200 years, and only let my son enjoy an average lifespan of 72 years like a mortal?
Yes, I don't want to live for so long, but why do I lie to myself?

There is a sense of powerlessness of being deceived and played with by relatives. This sense of powerlessness, like ten thousand ants, is attached to the body one by one, gnawing on one's own flesh and bones.

You are all my flesh and blood relatives!

Why do you treat me like this?
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Gongsun Yao ran over, hugged Wuma Cong's arm, and asked with concern.

At this moment, Wuma Cong's face was pale and gloomy.

In the previous life and the present life, from the beginning to the end, only I was a fool.

No wonder in her previous life Gongsun Yao didn't blame Bai Zimo and others for defrauding her family property and killing her parents. It turned out that she already knew that her parents lied to her because of these four girls, and it wasn't because her parents died of illness because of bankruptcy... …

You are all cultivators, but I am not, and I have concealed it all my life!
You are all liars!

Wuma Cong wanted to yell loudly, but when the words jumped to his throat, they were stuck in his throat like a fishbone, and he couldn't spit it out again.

Wuma Cong tried to open his mouth, but in the end he could only say one sentence: "I'm back from Shenzhen, I'm tired, I'm going to take a rest first."

Yes, I am really tired, my mouth and tongue are dry, there is an unexplainable pain in my head, and my body is bone-chillingly cold. Even the current 39-degree hot wind cannot warm Wuma Cong, and my limbs are numb. , Bend like this, stretch like that, it was always uncomfortable, and in the end he just pulled his arm out of Gongsun Yao's embrace, touching a place that shouldn't be touched, Wuma Cong didn't care anymore.

He goes to his room.

The sun was setting, and it was already dark outside.

Wu Ma Cong felt like his own home, although the lights were bright, his room was still very dark.

As if, he was just a guest of this house.

Gongsun Yao looked at Wuma Cong worriedly.

She didn't know why, but seeing the back of Wuma Cong walking into the room, she felt that there was a long distance between herself and her brother.

Just like the arm he pulled out from her arms just now, this arm seems to be no longer something she can continue to hug.

But Wu Majuan stared at Gongsun Da angrily, and cursed: "Gongsun Da, do you make your son work too much? See if your son is tired, why are you so cruel?"

Distraught, Gongsun Da took out another inferior cigarette, lit it, stood aside, and smoked.

He watched Wuma Cong walk out of the room, and closed the door. This door was a little heavy.

This stinky boy, does he just throw tiles if he doesn't fight for a day?You can't hit hard, you can only hit with one ten thousandth of your strength, and it's meaningless to hit.

Wu Majuan frowned, looking at the disappearing son's back, she always felt that this son had become a little strange.

"Mom, I feel that brother is a bit strange." Gongsun Yao still said very worriedly, "I'll go in and see him."

Wu Majuan instinctively felt a little disturbed, so she shook her hand and said, "Let him take a good rest. This brat is really used to losing his temper as soon as he comes back. If he doesn't come out, steaming Luo Fei, there will be no meat." Feed him."

The voice behind spoke loudly on purpose.

Wuma Cong in the room naturally heard it too.

He smiled wryly, is this something that fish and meat can solve?

He threw himself hard on the bed.

The bed is full of Gongsun Yao's body fragrance.

This girl has also grown up.

This room is no longer his room.

This room already belonged to Gongsun Yao.

It turned out that he, in this family, had long since lost his place.

Wuma Cong burst into tears like rain, sobbing silently.