Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

"Return my child to me intact, and I will let him go and spare his life." Mu Ling said coldly.

The wound on his chest mixed with the rain, turning into a thin trickle of blood, flowing on the ground.

The Lord of Piyang Mansion looked pale, and he knelt on the ground, half supporting his body with a long sword, and spoke with difficulty: "Repayment of karma is inevitable. One life for another, I am willing to pay for your child's life, I wonder if this is enough?"

"Father, don't do that!" the child in brocade clothes said nervously immediately.

Mu Ling laughed: "At the cost of my life... hehe..."

"There is no reason to repay one's life..."

"Why?"

"Why can your son live freely in this world and seek immortality in peace, but my child will not be able to reincarnate because of him!"

Once the mud spirit enters the water, there will be no reincarnation.

"This is not fair!"

"I cut off the reincarnation path of others, but I still have to live in peace like this. Why?"

"I don't want your life."

Mu Ling cried blood and every word was sorrowful.

"I want this Piyang Prefecture... No more! Peace! For! Life!"

She raised her hand and urged a wooden vine as sharp as a sword to stab straight into the heart of the child in brocade clothes.

"puff"

"Grandpa Huo!" "Uncle Huo!"

The tip of the wooden vine in front of him was still dripping with hot blood.

The slender vine pierced through the old man's back and chest, extending straight in front of the child in brocade clothes.

The moment the wooden vine attacked, the old man stood in front of it without a second thought, using his always strong back to provide a safe and worry-free sky for the young master he had raised.

But this sky will eventually fall.

The hot blood drops fell on the fair face of the child in brocade clothes, waking him up completely.

He cried and hugged the old man: "I was wrong! Grandpa Huo, I was wrong! Ah Ying knows I was wrong, Grandpa Huo, please don't go, don't leave me!"

The old man extended his broad palm and touched the child's head. He tried to smile and said, "You were a crying baby in swaddling clothes back then. Now you are a twelve-year-old boy. You must stop crying or you will be laughed at."

The wrinkled little face of a baby seemed to appear before my eyes. It cried when it couldn't find its mother, cried when it was hungry, cried when it woke up during the day, and cried when it couldn't sleep at night.

He was so busy that he found seven or eight wet nurses to take turns to look after the baby. He also had to endure the pain night after night, and his old bones and back ached.

When he grew up a little bit, he started to learn to speak, and the first word he called was not "Mom" or "Daddy", but "Grandpa".

It’s grandpa.

The old man's eyes instantly turned red.

Later, when the child took his first steps, he stumbled into his arms and called him "Grandpa" in a soft voice.

There was also the first time the child held a sword. Although it was just a simple small wooden sword, the child still danced with it very well and was very happy. He said that he would protect Piyang Prefecture with his father in the future.

The child in brocade clothes was crying and gasping for breath, "I don't want Grandpa Huo to die, I don't want Grandpa Huo to leave."

The old man shook his head and sighed.

My dear young master, there is a limit to how much I can do to protect you.

But the young master still has a lot to learn, he has not learned to be tolerant, nor has he learned to forgive.

He should have been a good kid.

These shortcomings should have been taught little by little by the elders.

but……

The master of the house avoided and disliked him, and the child who did not receive love from his parents was obsessed with showing himself.

What I got was indifference and indifference again and again.

Ah Ying cried and made a fuss, even if it meant turning the Piyang Prefecture upside down.

The master of the mansion would rather hide in the room holding his deceased wife's sword than come out to take a look.

Thinking of this, the old man's eyes were filled with pain.

His unconditional tolerance and protection seemed to harm the child he had raised.

The wooden vine was quickly pulled out of the old man's body, bringing out a string of blood.

The old man fell to the ground with a bang.

Mu Ling turned around and rushed forward, wanting to take the life of the child in brocade clothes.

I saw the long and sharp nails were about to pierce the child's head.

The child suddenly shouted "Mom".

It's abrupt and confusing.

Mu Ling's nails stopped on the child's scalp, motionless, and she asked in a trembling voice: "What did you call me?"

The child was shaking all over, but he still suppressed his fear.

Thinking about the words on the note, he made up his mind.

"Mother, after I leave, don't be sad, don't cry... The teacher said that cause and effect have their own consequences, and we don't know whether it will be a blessing or a curse. I didn't understand what the teacher said at the time."

Mu Ling was stunned and let the tears flow from her eyes.

Her voice was fragile, helpless, and light, and she was afraid that any louder voice would shatter this beautiful dream.

She said cautiously: "Is... is Ah Ni back?"

The child in brocade clothes pursed his lips and continued to quickly repeat the words left on the note.

"Later, I asked the master quietly, and he said that although the wooden mother and clay doll have some affinity with the earth and wood, it will not last long.

I do not understand.

The gentleman said, that’s it.

The fate between my mother and I may be very short, and we will eventually be separated one day.

That day, A Ni was unhappy.

But A Ni hopes that A Niang will not be too sad about this.

Because, in the next life, A Ni will still be your child. "

"This is a small note in the yellow mud. It's what he left for you."

The note was hidden inside the clay figure's body.

Mu Ling seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He slumped down on the ground, covering his face with his hands and sobbing.

At this moment, she seemed to be just an ordinary mother in the mortal world.

The child in brocade clothes suddenly felt very jealous.

No.

He was always jealous.

The evil spirit of the loving mother and filial son.

It was clearly an evil spirit that deserved to die, but it was laughing so happily because of a cheap candied haws.

He raised his hand and touched the pinch marks on his neck.

Some are out of breath.

Today is his birthday, Grandpa Huo held a grand banquet, and the entire Piyang Mansion was decorated with lights and colors to celebrate his birthday.

It's very lively, and all you can see are smiling faces, whether genuine or fake.

He had just learned a new set of sword techniques and wanted to show them to his father.

The usually gentle father had a ferocious look on his face, veins bulging on his hands. He was pinching his neck, with only sadness and resentment in his eyes.

"My father asked.

Why wasn't he the one who died?

He forgot that today is also his mother's death anniversary.

The happy scene before my eyes.

It's so glaring.

The clay figure cracked under the sun, revealing the ridiculous note.

He mocked, he despised, he was mad with jealousy.

"I killed the little clay figure."

"I hate it, and I hate you even more!"

"All evildoers must die!"

If there were no evil in this world, he would not become a joke.

The mother did something wrong.

This is the world she risked her life to bring herself to see.

He doesn't like it at all.

The child in brocade clothes knelt on the ground with trembling hands and closed the old man's eyes.

died.

The last person who cared about him was also dead.

His eyes were bloodshot and he raised his head and roared at Mu Ling.

"kill me!"

Mu Ling seemed to have never heard anything and continued crying softly with her shoulders shaking.

Perhaps he was really not afraid of death, he even took a step forward, grabbed Mu Ling's hand, looked straight at him, and shouted unyieldingly.

"Kill me and avenge your child."

Mu Ling's eyes were as sharp as knives, and he looked at him extremely coldly.

The wooden vine was controlled as he wished, the tip of which was like a sword or a halberd, and with absolute hatred, it suddenly stabbed straight at the child in brocade clothes.

At that moment, the child in brocade clothes felt a sharp sound passing by his ears, like the wind breaking and screaming.

He grinned, his smile growing silently.

dying.

All dead.

After death, the family can be reunited.

Mother, father, Grandpa Huo.

I can be with Aying forever.