The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

Huo Wuyou seemed to have a dream, a very long dream.

He dreamed that he was guarding Yueling Pass with his father and brother, but received the news that his father and brother had been killed in battle.

Later, the Lin'an Mansion was sealed, and people were in panic. In order to protect the three of them, their mother was also killed by a white silk scarf.

The darkest memory made him feel as if his internal organs were being cut open, piercing his heart and liver...

Everything in Huajing in that dream was the same as before, yet it all seemed so strange to him.

In his memory of the Mid-Autumn Lantern Festival, he vaguely saw a familiar figure. It was Zhiyi, but it seemed not to be him.

She still had the same face, but now she carried the childishness and ignorance of a young girl, as if she was... a Zhiyi he had never known.

When he saw Zhiyi walking towards him, he was instinctively happy and wanted to run towards her, but his body seemed out of control.

At the moment when the sky was full of iron flowers, Xue Zhiyi did not hold Shen Qingtang who fell off the Jinlu Bridge together with him as he remembered, but passed by him without recognizing him...

Many details in the dream were vague. He only knew that Xue Zhiyi in the dream was not by his side as in reality. He didn't know why Zhiyi was so unfamiliar to him, as if he was destined to miss him in this life.

The dream that followed was something he had never experienced before.

He dreamed that after going through untold hardships, he finally found evidence of Zhao Xu's guilt. He visited Prince Cheng's mansion at night with the evidence, trying to overthrow Zhao Xu, who was a sympathizer of his political enemy, through Prince Cheng.

The dream was too real, and even blurred his real memory. When he came to his senses, he suddenly remembered that Zhao Xu was a member of King Sheng's party.

But at this time, the scene around him had switched to the court. In front of the emperor and his ministers, he and Prince Sheng presented evidence of guilt, but every word of the evidence pointed to Shen Chiyan.

"No... No!" Huo Wuyou tried desperately to deny it all: "Uncle! No, there is something wrong with this evidence!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a high-pitched and shrill voice: "The Queen Mother has passed away!"

Huo Wuyou felt his whole body stiffen and he couldn't stop shaking.

No way! My grandmother was clearly alive and well, how could she just die like this for no reason?

He ran wildly towards Jianzhang Palace, feeling as if thousands of insects and ants were gnawing at his internal organs... He didn't understand why he was in so much pain, and just endured the severe pain and ran towards Jianzhang Palace.

Under the white curtains and gold and silver paper, one can hear mournful cries and sad and eerie funeral songs.

Huo Wuyou was shocked to see that on the table in Jianzhang Palace was an intact ebony jar, with no signs of being dropped by Xue Zhiyi.

How come?! Why is this thing still here?!

He tried his best to smash it to pieces, but the moment the ebony jar fell to the ground, everything around him changed again...

"Princess Anle comes from a famous family, she is both virtuous and talented, it is appropriate for her to make peace with the Northern Di people, and hope to establish a friendly relationship with Qin and Jin!"

In my ears, I could hear the eunuch reading the imperial edict. In front of me, sitting in the sedan chair far away, was A Yu, with red eyes from crying.

That childish little face was painted with a strange red makeup, dressed like a bride, with the curtain of the sedan chair drawn, looking back from afar.

Huo Wuyou suddenly felt a loud bang in his head, and the pain in his body felt like a burning fire.

But he still rushed forward desperately, wanting to take A Yu away and smash the pearl crown in her hair.

But what followed was a sharp sword piercing into his body, and the unbearable pain seemed to crush him bit by bit.

In the sedan chair, Huo Zhiyu cried heartbreakingly. She reached out to him and screamed in despair: "Second brother! Second brother, take me away! Second brother!!!"

But even if Huo Wuyou tried his best, his body could not move at all, until the blood soaked his vision bit by bit and A Yu's crying gradually faded away.

By the time the decree of condemnation came down, he was already numb from the pain.

A striking tattoo was left on that once bright face. He was put in shackles and was on the way to Yuzhou as an exile with other prisoners.

Instinct told him that he couldn't just accept his fate. He still had a younger brother, and he still had Wu Hui...

He struggled desperately to break free from the shackles and ran forward without stopping. He didn't know how long he ran before he finally saw Wuhui again... But Wuhui was already in a mass grave.

Everyone in Huajing knew that it was the naughty youngest son of the Zhao family who verbally humiliated his brother, a traitor, in front of Huo Wuhui. Huo Wuhui argued with him, but was dragged from behind a horse until he died. He was then wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave.

It's them again...it's them again!

At this moment, Huo Wuyou had only one thought, he wanted them all to die!

That night, he slaughtered 200 people in the Yongping Marquis's mansion until his entire body was soaked in blood.

As snow fell heavily, the pain in his body became more severe, even accompanied by a biting cold. Behind him, it seemed as if something was following his footsteps, as if it was trying to kill his loved ones and get rid of him as well.

He was like a lone wolf with blood on his sharp teeth, his body covered with scars, and he was wary of anything that might approach him.

My internal organs ached as if they were pierced by thousands of icicles, and every breath I took seemed to bring a bone-chilling pain.

He stumbled like this for an unknown amount of time before his feet suddenly felt empty and the surroundings fell into endless darkness.

He was in so much pain and so cold, as if he had no strength left. He just curled up. Sometimes he really doubted if he was dead... Otherwise, why was there no warmth at all on his body?

And suddenly I thought, it would be better if I died, at least this endless pain would end with his death...

But vaguely, he seemed to see a little bit of warm yellow light, which seemed to be a small bonfire, and next to the bonfire, there seemed to be a person...

Who was that? He should know him, but who was that? Why couldn't he remember?

The warm light seemed to be able to captivate people, and made Huo Wuyou, who was originally completely exhausted, force himself to go there again... until that person also discovered him.

As soon as he saw that it was a very pretty little girl, she tried to hide away in fear.

But he longed for this rare warmth so much that he was afraid that her scream would destroy everything he had found with great difficulty and cause him to fall into another terrible situation.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, he hugged her.

"Sorry, don't make any noise..."

Huo Wuyou almost begged her not to take away this little bit of light.

Miraculously, Huo Wuyou discovered that the moment he touched him, he felt a surge of warmth coming from the point where they touched, which gradually swallowed up the coldness around him.

The action of hugging her seemed so familiar as if he had repeated it countless times... But who was she? He really couldn't remember her at all. Did he... forget someone very important?

he does not know.

He only knew that the girl did not leave him, but instead stroked his body little by little with her warm fingertips. Every time she touched a part of his body, the suffocating pain gradually eased until it disappeared.

It was like the little bit of warmth he finally found in the endless night, which finally made him feel a little at ease.

The girl held the light, as if she wanted to see his face clearly, but Huo Wuyou suddenly remembered the terrible tattoo on his face.

He quickly covered it up: "Don't look!"

Very scary and ugly.

He was afraid that she would see the horrible tattoo, which was a sign of people who had committed serious crimes. He was even more afraid that she would see the blood on his face and discover that he was a dirty monster with bloody hands.

Fortunately, she did not insist, but sat down quietly behind him.

This moment of peace finally softened Huo Wuyou's murderous heart a little.

Before this, he had only one thought in mind, which was to kill all those who harmed him, but now, he had one more thing he wanted to do.

"If I can still return to Huajing alive, I will repay you with a gift of grass and a ring."

She did not speak.

Huo Wuyou added: "Just give me a reason to live."

After a moment, he heard a soft voice: "Then you must come back alive."

Huo Wuyou felt a little pain in his heart. It was different from the previous pain that made him feel worse than death. He couldn't describe it. In short, there was a sour warmth in his heart.

He only knew that someone wanted him to be alive.

When the morning light appeared in the sky, the girl fell asleep. He tried to see her face clearly in the dim light.

She was young and thin, with a round, white face that looked very well-behaved, but her brows were slightly furrowed, and no one knew what she was worried about.

But he felt for no reason that this face shouldn't be like this.

Perhaps this pair of equally round eyes should be like a bottomless deep pool, making people feel afraid. The corners of the eyes and eyebrows should hide a kind of naughty energy, so naughty that it makes people happy.

Thinking of this, he smiled for the first time in a long time.

In short, he will remember this face clearly, and when he comes back, he will find her even in heaven and hell.