Master of the Worlds

Chapter 268 Desolate Emperor... is dead?

Chapter 268 Desolate Emperor. Dead?

It was dark and dark, and the scenery was invisible.But the mountain was not quiet, the beasts roared, shaking the mountains and rivers, the trees trembled, and the chaotic leaves fell rustling.

Among the mountains and ravines, wild beasts are rampant, immemorial relics are infested, all kinds of terrifying sounds come and go in the darkness, and they want to split the world.

In the mountains, there is a soft light looming from a distance, under the endless darkness of the night and the ten thousand mountains, it is like a candle flickering, and it will go out at any time.

Gradually approaching, you can see that there is half a huge dead tree there. The diameter of the trunk is more than ten meters, and the whole body is scorched black.Except for half of the main trunk, there is only one weak branch left, but it is exuding vitality. The branches and leaves are as crystal as carved from green jade, and the soft light diffuses, covering a whole village.

To be precise, this is a lightning-struck tree. Many years ago, it encountered a lightning strike, and the huge crown and vigorous vitality of the old willow tree were destroyed.

Now there is only a section of tree stump with a height of eight or nine meters on the surface, which is astonishingly thick, and the only willow branch is like a chain of green clouds, with a halo of light, covering and guarding the entire village, making this area inhabited The land is hazy, like a fairyland, and it looks very mysterious in this wilderness.

Every household in the village is a stone house. It is quiet in the dead of night. It is peaceful and quiet here, as if it is isolated from the darkness of the outside world and the roar of beasts.

"No!"

The night was not over, the sky and the earth were hazy, and suddenly, an old mournful cry sounded in this quiet stone village that seemed to be isolated from the world.

Brush brush!
After being called, in the dark and quiet stone village, a torch was quickly lit up, and there were people indistinctly at the sound.

Everyone in Stone Village was familiar with that mournful cry, no matter adults or children, everyone who heard it knew that the owner of the voice was the old village head of Stone Village.

"Quick! Something happened!"

"The voice of the village chief must be that something happened to the child!"

"Oh, poor child, such a small child has experienced such a tragic experience."

"I hope that child will be lucky and able to survive!"

The crowd holding torches all walked towards the residence of the old village chief at the head of the village.

While walking, several village women whispered with regret.

It is not difficult to hear from their words that the old village chief's cry of sorrow just now was because of a child, a child with a pitiful life experience.

A. The kid who probably won't make it through tonight!

After a few conversations, there was a sigh, and then, the stone village became quiet again.

Only the sound of footsteps and bright torches proved that someone was moving.

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Shicun is not a big place, and even if you rush from the end of the village to the end of the village, it doesn't take much time.

Not long after, the people nearby were already standing in front of the old village chief's door.

"Village head! Is that kid okay?"

The burly man Shi Linhu hesitated outside the door for a long time, and after speaking for a long time, he asked such a sentence.

"Squeak!"

There was no response, and after a few breaths, the village chief's door opened from the inside, revealing the old village chief's old face.

Tiredness was written on the wrinkled face, and worry was written in the cloudy eyes. Even if he didn't speak, even if he didn't respond, Shi Linhu understood everything with such an expression.

The poor child probably won't make it through.

"Come in!" Seeing more and more people gathered, Laocunzhan sighed, turned and walked into the house.

As the old village chief walked into the stone house, the scene in the stone house was clearly presented in front of everyone.

In front of the door of the stone house, there is a small pot stove. There is no fire in the pot stove, and there is no food in the pot, but when people pass by the pot stove recently, they can smell the residual milk fragrance.

Just the first picture makes it clear that there is a child raised in this family, a child without a mother to breastfeed.

After entering the door, bypassing the pot and stove at the door, the interior furnishings also came into view.

There is a stone table, four stone benches, and a stone bed is placed near the window. On the stone bed, there are several thick bedding.

This is a simple room where the elderly live.

To say that the only difference is that there is a small baby lying on the thick blanket of the stone bed.

The baby looked less than a year old, and his face was pale without a trace of blood.

The baby's eyes are closed, as if in deep sleep.

However, from the inaudible babbling sound from his mouth from time to time, it can be seen that he is not asleep.

It was supposed to be an exceptionally cute and charming baby carved in jade, but it gave off the feeling of being full of lifelessness.

It was as if, in the next second, the child could die at any time.

The baby's lips were as red as blood, in sharp contrast to his pale, bloodless little face.

And beside the baby's swaddle, there was a handkerchief, a white handkerchief, stained with patches of bright red.

Blood!

A white handkerchief, covered in blood!
In this way, the baby's bright red mouth has a reasonable explanation.

It wasn't the contrast between the color of his lips and his pale complexion, but that his lips, which were also bloodless, had already been stained red with blood.

From his small mouth, spit out blood.

A child under one year old vomiting blood
"This"

Seeing the blood-stained handkerchief next to the baby, Shi Linhu showed a trace of regret on his face.

The old village chief turned his head to look at Shi Linhu with a numb expression, and walked to the crib step by step without speaking or responding.

"Sin, such a small child."

Behind him, a village woman looked at the baby's pale face and the blood-stained handkerchief, and couldn't help cursing bitterly.

It seems that it sensed someone's arrival.

Maybe, he wanted to say his last goodbyes to these uncles, aunts, grandparents who cared about him.

The baby, who was clearly awake but with his eyes closed, could only make low, inaudible babbling and moaning sounds from his mouth due to the pain, opened his eyes after everyone arrived.

When the baby opened his eyes, everyone also saw his eyes.

Pure, innocent, full of spirituality!
After seeing the baby's eyes, such words flashed through everyone's minds.

This...is completely different from when they saw this child for the first time, the eyes were only ignorant and chaotic.

Maybe this is the look that this child should have.

However, seeing the spirituality in the child's eyes, everyone did not feel the slightest joy.

Because, they know, this is mostly a flashback, the last brilliance.

This child, in his best state, is saying his final farewell to everyone.

At the last moment of his life.

"Yeah!"

The exceptionally clear cry reached everyone's ears and resounded in everyone's hearts.

Listening to the child's clear voice for the first time since he was sent to Shicun, everyone's hearts suddenly trembled.

It was as if a heavy hammer hit the heart, causing an unspeakable heartbeat of pain and worry.

This is just a child, a child who is less than one year old!
Why, God wants him to suffer like this? Why, God treats him so unfairly?
"Yah! Yeah"

Looking at the old village head sitting next to him, the baby in swaddling clothes showed a bright smile at the old village head.

However, this smile bloomed on his pale face without the slightest trace of blood, making everyone who saw it feel only pity in their hearts.

"ah!"

Seeing the love and pity in the old village chief's eyes, the baby seemed to understand that the other party was really good to him, and actually stretched out his hands to the old village chief tremblingly.

"Good boy! Good boy!"

Seeing the baby's movement, the old village head gave out his hands tremblingly, and held the baby in his arms.

Hold it tightly, for fear that if you let go, this little life will slip away from your own life.

"Yeah!"

The baby seemed to be more and more agile. Looking at the tears in the corners of the old village chief's eyes, the baby trembled and gave birth to a skinny arm, and put his small palm on the corner of the old village chief's eyes.

Gently. Gently passed away the tears that the old village head saw.

"Yeah!"

Maybe he wanted to call "Grandpa", maybe he wanted to comfort "Grandpa don't cry"

It's just that, the current him is just a flashback, not the innate supreme being he used to be.

After making a sound, it turns into the sound of a baby's "babble".

However, although he didn't say the whole sentence, the old village head did understand.

Putting his wrinkled face on the baby's face, the old village chief held back his tears and said with a choked voice, "Good boy! Good boy! Don't cry, grandpa listens to you, grandpa doesn't cry!"

However, she clearly said not to cry, but the tears in the corners of her eyes still couldn't help leaving along the wrinkles on her face, one or two drops fell on the baby's little hand.

"Woooo!"

Behind them, seeing such a scene, several village women couldn't help sobbing, and some middle-aged people also had sore noses.

Even Shi Linhu, a strong man with strong bones, had red eyes because of the scene in front of him.

"Yeah~Yeah~"

Feeling the tears dripping on his hand, the baby raised his hand again, trying to wipe away the tears from the corners of the old man's eyes.

His little hand trembled, and he stretched it towards the old village chief's face little by little.

Not one point forward, it seems that all the strength has been exhausted.

One inch, two inches.
The little hand came closer to the old man's face inch by inch. Seeing the child's efforts to stretch out his hand, the old village chief shed tears and pushed his wrinkled face forward so that the baby could touch his cheek more easily.

Finally, with all the strength in his body, the baby's little hand was placed on the old man's face again, gently, but it seemed that he had exhausted his entire life to work hard.

Little by little, the baby wiped away the tears on the old man's face.

"Good boy." The old man's voice was choked and he couldn't cry.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of the old man's eyes again, the baby seemed to have done a very happy thing.

The small hand touched the wrinkles on the old man's old face, and the smile on the baby's face became brighter and brighter.

then
"puff!"

For no reason, the little hand caressed the wrinkled baby at the corner of the old man's eyes, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Blood sprayed on the old man's face, and also dripped on his pale little face.

The corners of his mouth turned bright red from the blood, and a blush appeared on his pale, bloodless face.

The little hand that caressed the wrinkled corners of the old man's eyes was drained of all his strength at the moment of vomiting blood, and fell heavily.

"Good boy, it's useless to be grandpa!"

Holding tightly the baby who had completely lost its vitality in his arms, the old village chief's face was unusually calm.

Great grief!
 It's the last day, let the author please ask for a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket!

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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