I'm going to restart my life

Chapter 260 [Moths to the Flame]

I gritted my teeth, this time I have to practice whatever I say.

I have been here for four months, watching them go out one by one every day, but I can only do the dishes here.

"I want to practice!"

I repeated it again.

It's getting quieter here.

No one ever answered me.

……

night.

The candles in the house were brightly lit.

"Why? Why don't you let me practice?" With tears in my eyes, I asked Mo loudly.

Mingming left the wooden house...

Obviously... came out after trampling on the uncle...

After paying such a price, what's the point if you can't become stronger?
Holding the wine glass, Mo didn't know whether it was because of the wine or me, his face turned extremely red, as if anger was burning on his face.

He didn't speak, just looked at the candle.

The environment here is remote, mosquitoes are rampant, and moths are constantly jumping from the outside to the inside of the house, to the candlelight, and to the supposed light.

"We...we are these moths..."

Mo is really a crybaby, and wept again as he spoke.

He spoke again, and mentioned some names I didn't know, and then talked about his tragic fate.

No, it should be said that it is the tragic fate of mankind.

He told me everything he knew, from the origin of the Wu family as early as to the current situation of human beings as late as.

Cultivation is like a self-deceiving lie. If you don't pick up the knife, you won't have the ability to resist. If you pick up the knife, it means surrendering to the enemy.

Many of those deformed monks once drank here.

What they can do is to kill a few more aberrant monks when they are awake, and when they are completely sunk, they will pass the knife to their partners and become their enemies.

The path of practice is the flame of moths, the "light" leading to self-destruction.

"We are moths." Mo put down the wine glass, and the heavy wine glass made a sound on the table, and the sound also sank into my heart.

I suddenly understood why these adults didn't want me to practice: "Then we...don't practice."

"But what can we do if we don't practice?" Mo asked. "Any twisted cultivator can kill countless mortals on a whim."

How can you fight against them if you put down the knife.

You can't leave everyone's fate in the hands of mentally unstable twisted lunatics.

"But if this continues, in the end we will all..."

I dare not finish my words, because the final outcome is despair visible to the naked eye.

Just listening to it, I couldn't help holding the wine glass, wanting to take another sip and forget what he said.

"How did the first distorted monk come into being?" I was suddenly a little curious. If it could be stopped from the beginning, then maybe I wouldn't be so desperate now.

"I don't know."

Mo picked up the wine glass in front of him and took another sip.

"There is still a chance." I couldn't help comforting me, "As long as we grasp this period of time, this period of time before all human beings... are completely deformed, someone will always find a way!"

"We can't, but future generations can! There will always be someone who can find a way to practice safely and without distortion."

Mo glanced at me, as if he was looking at his former self.

"This sentence was said by a fool 300 years ago. Go out, and don't mention the matter of cultivation."

I froze for a moment, but didn't know how to refute.

He had no choice but to push open the door and walk out.

As soon as I went out, I saw many people squatting outside the house.

They listened to Mo talking inside just now, like moths waiting for the fire.But Mo threw the cold reality on everyone's face again.

They probably hope that someone can deceive them at this time, I thought so.

Walking through the crowd with my head down, I was like a knife called sorrow, constantly slashing at everyone's wounds.

I'm starting to miss drinking with everyone.

At that time, everyone probably forgot about the pain.

Waking up from the dream, the reality is a mess.

It's better to live in the dream all the time.

……

In winter, it snows.

"Quick! Is there anyone!"

There was a roar at the gate of the base.

I took a look, and it was Uncle Yashen's best friend, Uncle Congyi, who knocked on the door.

I opened the door immediately, and the icy wind and snow blew by, and I immediately rubbed my hands with the cold.

"Quick, this is your uncle Yashen! Take him in quickly." Uncle Congyi tugged at my sleeve anxiously.

I froze for a moment, and hurriedly glanced at Yashen's body.

It was indeed Uncle Yashen.

There was a penetrating wound on the body, and a strange mist emanated from the wound, and the whole body was already frozen.

Even with a frozen body, the tentacles on the chin are still wriggling, which is a characteristic of the distortion reaching a critical point. I have met several such people over the years.

"You can't go in." I choked up and pronounced Yashen's death sentence to Uncle Yashen's partner.

A deformed person cannot go home.

There are still many ordinary people here who have no ability to resist.

Even the uncle who liked to praise him for his three-point demeanor of Brother Li couldn't be included.

"Look at him! Look at him! He's your uncle!" Uncle Congyi pulled my sleeve excitedly and didn't let go.

I haven't practiced before, so I can't break free at all.

He could only watch helplessly as Uncle Congyi's tentacles began to twist wildly.

"Calm down, uncle!"

"Okay! Okay! I'll calm down! How about this, I won't enter! I'll replace him! You let him in, he can still be saved now! Please!"

Uncle Congyi's tentacles wriggled, begging me non-stop.

"Uncle, we should learn to be indifferent." I said with my head down.

At this moment, I suddenly understood what Mo said to me at that time.

Cong Yi froze for a moment.

This person who cultivated as a golden core and was omnipotent in my eyes seemed to be killed by my words all at once.

He didn't come back to his senses until the voice on the ground sounded.

"You son of a bitch, don't embarrass a child." Yashen said panting.

Cong Yi reacted immediately, and excitedly took my hand: "Look! Look! He's still awake! He hasn't fallen! Go call Brother Mo and save him!"

"Stop screaming, I know what's going on with me..."

Yashen said weakly, and looked at me, "You did the right thing, you should be a little more indifferent."

I lowered my head and dared not look at him.

In fact, Uncle Yi knew everything, they were cultivators of immortals, and a wooden door couldn't stop him.Uncle Mo actually knew everything inside, but no one made a sound.

Everyone is restraining themselves.

Learn to be indifferent.

Yashen laughed and stared at me carefully, as if examining my few consciences.

"Ruyuan, do I have... the three-point demeanor of Brother Li..."

"Yes, you are more handsome than him."

I said something out of conscience.

"Oh, it's a lie. He was much more handsome than me when he told us to go away..."

My tears fell uncontrollably.

"Hey!"

Hot blood dripped from the fresh wound, and snowflakes mixed with teardrops dripped on Yashen's wound.Yashen's eyes were also firmly closed.

I have a dagger in my hand.

That's what I did.

Understanding their last lives is another job after washing dishes.

It's all cleaned up.

……

"Have you decided?" The tears on Mo's face hadn't dried up yet.

"Ah."

"I want to practice."

I looked at him holding the dagger, which was stained with the blood of countless people, and I never cleaned it.

(End of this chapter)