The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Su Yang's heartbeat quickened suddenly. He was sure that this was not hallucination, so he asked tentatively:

"You, who are you? My name is not Le'er, my name is Su Yang. You are a ghost, right? Do you want to come out? You are scaring me so much..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt an invisible force pulling him. He looked at his body in horror, as if an invisible hand was pulling him in one direction.

"Ah!!! Oh my god! There are ghost dealers here, brother, help me, come and save me..."

Su Yang struggled desperately, but the force became stronger and stronger. He was dragged through the ruins and came to a dark corner.

There, he saw a vague figure, standing quietly, as if waiting for him.

Su Yang tried hard to control his fear. He approached the figure carefully, wanting to see clearly what it was.

When he got closer, he found that the figure had mysteriously disappeared again, and was replaced by a crystal ball that was flashing with a strange light.

The crystal ball exuded a mysterious aura, and Su Yang couldn't help but reach out to touch it.

The moment his fingers touched the crystal ball, a strong light shot out from the crystal ball, illuminating the entire corner.

Su Yang was startled by the sudden light and quickly retracted his hand. But the light did not disappear, but became brighter and brighter.

In the crystal ball, Su Yang saw some strange images. In the images, the warriors of the Ghost Clan were fighting fiercely with the Shura Clan, and the blood dyed the earth red.

Suddenly, the scene changed and a beautiful woman appeared, her eyes full of sadness and love.

The woman looked at Su Yang with tears streaming down her face. Her lips moved as if she was saying something, but Su Yang couldn't hear her clearly.

"What did you say? Speak louder, I can't hear you." Su Yang shouted at the crystal ball.

The scene changed again, and Su Yang saw another handsome man. He was wearing a purple robe, holding a sword, looking majestic and domineering, so handsome!

"Hua Jianli!" Su Yang recognized the man. He was the Great Demon Lord that Xu Junyue had been thinking about all the time. "Damn it~ I was so handsome in my previous life!"

Hua Jianli continued to harvest heads on the battlefield. As if he sensed Su Yang's surveillance, his movements paused and he magically turned his head. The two people's eyes collided instantly.

"Hello! It's me, I'm fine..."

Su Yang called out excitedly, but the stare between the two lasted only one second before Hua Jianli quickly turned his head and plunged into the battle again.

The crystal ball kept flashing, and the picture kept changing, this time it changed to another scene. Su Yang saw a white-haired man.

"Hey, little rabbit! Little rabbit, can you hear me?" Su Yang shouted excitedly while holding the crystal ball. The white-haired man who appeared in the picture was none other than the Rabbit General Liu Rangchen.

He was wearing armor and a half mask in the crystal ball. If Su Yang was not familiar with his face, he would not have recognized him.

The one fighting against him at this time was the Demon Lord Di Yin from the Demon Realm. The fight between the two big guys was so spectacular that the sun and the moon eclipsed each other.

Su Yang was completely obsessed. He wished he could rush into the crystal ball and join in this exciting battle.

Suddenly, Di Yin attacked Liu Rangchen with a powerful killing move.

"Damn it! Uncle Wang, please show some mercy, or you'll end up chasing your wife to the crematorium in the future!"

Su Yang was anxious and shouted to stop them, but this was a real thing that happened tens of thousands of years ago, so it was useless even if he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Liu Rangchen was unable to dodge and took the blow head-on, resulting in him being blown away, spitting blood, suffering serious internal injuries, and the mask on his face being shattered.

The power of Di Yin's attack was so great that it directly destroyed Liu Rangchen's appearance. His originally androgynous fair face instantly became bloody, and only the facial features could be vaguely recognized.

Su Yang was stunned. "The little rabbit's face was actually destroyed by Uncle Wang himself. Fortunately, it was restored later. However... Uncle Wang's journey to chase his wife is destined to be even more difficult!"

The crystal ball was still flashing, and all kinds of inhumane scenes kept appearing, which were horrifying. Su Yang was terrified and his hair stood on end.

The light gradually disappeared and the crystal ball returned to calm. Su Yang stood there blankly, his heart as if being hit hard by a heavy hammer.

He looked at the abandoned wreckage, broken stone pillars, collapsed walls, and rusty weapons around him. At this moment, they all seemed to have turned into endless sorrow, surging towards him like a tide.

An inexplicable sadness suddenly surged into his heart, making him feel unbearable heartache. He felt as if his chest was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and every breath was accompanied by sharp pain.

Su Yang couldn't help but bend down and cover his chest. His body was shaking slightly, and tears burst out like a flood, and he burst into tears.

The helpless cry echoed in the silent ghost clan’s former site, carrying with it endless sadness and despair.

He didn't know why he was crying, it felt like the pain of losing a loved one. This pain was so strong and deep that he couldn't help himself.

He just knelt in the ruins, letting his tears flow freely. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, with only his crying floating in the air.

After an unknown amount of time, he cried until he fell asleep in the ruins. Perhaps he was exhausted by the sadness, or perhaps the strange place exhausted his spirit.

In his sleep, Su Yang once again vaguely heard someone calling him Le'er. The voice was gentle and loving, coaxing him to sleep.

Unlike the fear he felt when he heard the voice just now, Su Yang was sleeping very peacefully after listening to the voice.

In his dream, he seemed to have come to a warm place, where there was no war, no ruins, only endless tranquility and peace.

When I woke up again, the sky had completely darkened. It was a bloody color, like a thick blood-colored veil, which made this desolate land even more tragic.

There was still a hint of confusion in Su Yang's eyes. He lay quietly on the ruins, looking at the blood-red sky, with an indescribable melancholy in his heart.

After a long time, he stood up, dusted himself off, and groped his way forward again.

Su Yang's footsteps made a slight sound in the ruins, and the sound was particularly clear in the silent air.

He walked past a collapsed wall. The cracks on the wall were like marks left by time, telling of the vicissitudes of the past.

He reached out and touched the cold wall, feeling the weight of history. As he continued walking forward, he saw a rusty sword, the blade half buried in the soil, with only a small part exposed.

Su Yang squatted down, gently grasped the hilt of the sword, and tried to pull the sword out, but no matter how hard he tried, it didn't move at all. Instead, he was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

In the end, Su Yang gave up trying. The sword was too old and would be damaged even if he pulled it out. It was completely worthless.