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In the cave, there is no sky and no sky, lifeless, only the darkness that can't be seen.

As soon as Duan Huichuan entered the cave, a damp, cold and cloudy air rushed towards his face. The air was filled with a gloomy and decaying smell, as if an invisible giant beast was opening its bloody mouth and devouring it cruelly. For everyone who strays in.

Some insects and ants crawled over the uneven rock wall, he ignored them, his footsteps were firm and steady, and there was a slight sound of chains dragging over rocks from deep in the cave.Dumb, ugly.

Duan Huichuan quickened his pace.

Faintly, a glimmer of light poured out ahead.He ran in the direction of the light, and the biting cold wind passed through his body, as if trying to freeze all his internal organs.

At the end of the cave is a broad stone wall, and there are large and small holes on the other side. The cold wind and dim light come in through the small holes.

In the corner where the light can reach, there is a figure sitting with his head buried in the corner with his knees hugged. His long hair hangs down from both sides. It is yellow and forked due to lack of nutrition and care, but it is like a thin quilt, preserving a memory for the owner. Some sporadic temperatures.

Duan Huichuan's whole body was trembling, whether it was his heart, lips, or hands, monstrous anger surged up, and was extinguished by the boundless oppression and pain.

"Yan Yijun..." He said hoarsely, his voice was extremely soft, as if he was afraid of breaking something, in the dead darkness like a grave, he heard his own voice trembling slightly, as if he was reaching out to the figure. hand.

The other party seemed to have heard something, his head buried between his arms raised his head slightly, the figure moved, and he stood up with some difficulty supporting the wall, the iron chain was locked on his ankle for an unknown amount of time, the dark red blood was solidified It becomes rusty and almost grows together with the flesh.

For a moment, Duan Huichuan's breathing stopped suddenly, and his heart seemed to be grabbed by something.

He was locked in the cave for an unknown age, and his stature was no longer the height he was when he was seven years old. The long-term hunger and cold made him skinny.

The villagers were forced by the witch's dying curse, and no one dared to touch a hair of him. Every one of them hoped for his early death day and night, and they dared not curse him out loud, but cursed him in their hearts.

However, he died without being born, but survived weakly, lingering on his last breath.

Day after day, year after year.

I don’t know what supports him, maybe it’s the powerful bloodline and racial talent of the Wu Clan second only to the Dragon Clan, their lifespan and vitality are much longer than that of ordinary humans, or maybe it’s the birds and reptiles that occasionally fly to the cave to build a nest. The place where he lived, he was hungry and swallowed it into his belly, or maybe it was just the earnest hope of his mother before she died, hoping that he would live well, even if he was alone.

Yan Yijun, who was already a young man, turned his face with some doubts, and took a small step towards the entrance of the cave. This simple movement was quite difficult for him.

He seems to have heard something, but looking carefully, the dark hole is still the same as usual, lifeless, and the cold darkness stares at him unscrupulously, as if he will pounce on him and drag him into the abyss if he is not careful.

The cold wind was blowing like a blade, and the frail young man shrank in the cold, crumbling, confirming that there was nothing at the entrance of the cave, he quietly lowered his eyes, his eyes were not disappointed, it was the numbness after thousands of hopes were shattered.

The water droplets soaked from the crevices of the rocks snaked down the corners, gathered at the stalactite tips, and fell drop by drop, splashing on the wet and cold ground. Over the years, the rocks below almost smashed out a sunken pit, the sound Regular and monotonous, like a natural second.

He slowly groped for the rock wall, tried to move to the nearest stalactite, raised his head and poked his neck, opened his mouth, and the water drops just fell into his mouth, moisturizing his dry lips. His movements were not redundant, as if he had practiced It takes thousands of times to find the exact position of the water droplet in the dark.

Then he moved back to the corner and curled up quietly, like every lonely and dark day, no one talked to him, no warmth, no light, and no hope.

Duan Huichuan stepped forward slowly, squatted down, and opened his arms to hug him, but he could only embrace a ball of nothingness after all.

The boy moved uneasily, always feeling that something was wrong. In the darkness, he tried to open his eyes wide, even though he couldn't see or hear anything.

"Yan Yijun, don't be afraid, I'm here, by your side..." Duan Huichuan's hoarse voice was like a sigh in the wind, he raised his hand, and caressed the top of the boy's hair through endless years and time.

Yan Yijun stared blankly at a certain place in the void, as if trying to get rid of the shackles of time, he struggled to meet his gaze.

In the darkness, there was a voice in a trance, so strange, yet so familiar, gentle, lingering, full of love that he longed for beyond reach.

——"Don't be afraid, I'm by your side..."

The ruthless years passed by, his body was worn down and eroded, and he became a naked and lonely person. The organs in his chest seemed to have been solidified and frozen, but at this moment, he seemed to hear the sound of his heart beating again.

It turned out that in that cold and frozen heart, somewhere in a corner, there was still a glimmer of hope, eagerly longing, and even a trace of hallucinations could make people unable to help stretching out their hands.

Like a wounded little animal, silently huddled in a corner and licked its wound, finally someone came to it and asked it if it hurt, and it broke down and cried.

In the backlight, Duan Huichuan couldn't see the young man's face clearly, only vaguely saw two lines of dried tears, reflecting the light, winding on his cheeks, like two ugly scars.

Duan Huichuan's nose was sore, and a helpless depression spread to his whole body. He could only try his best to hold the shadow, choked up, and repeated "don't be afraid" over and over again...

After an unknown amount of time, the scene in front of him became blurred again, the dark cave collapsed inch by inch, and the young man imprisoned by darkness was included.

The traveling time created a grotesque imagery in the field of vision, Duan Huichuan opened his eyes again in the night, and the stars all over the sky shone in the night, shining in his eyes.

There seems to be familiar traces of a village nearby, does it mean that Yan Yijun has escaped from that cave?

He felt a little tense, and quickened his pace. It was still the ruins, with several layers of dust accumulated due to no one cleaning them all year round. Since the witch was burned to death, the villagers believed that the house where the mother and son lived was also cursed. No one dared to approach, just let the place be dilapidated and abandoned.

There was a vague figure shaking in the direction of the village entrance.

The villagers are still the same villagers, but time flies by, and many years have passed in a flash. The people who besieged the witch mother and child at the door of the wooden house are already old. After they found out that the boy in the cave disappeared for no reason, they felt uneasy and panicked for a long time. For a period of time, no curse fell on everyone, and life was as peaceful as ever.

Gradually, the forgetful villagers forgot about this incident, or deliberately ignored this shadow.

The young man whose life and death are unknown, the witch's dying curse, is like a knife hanging above his head. The knife has not fallen for a long time, but it still exists, hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.

In the past few days, when the villagers came home late, they always felt that there were eyes peeking around in the dark. At first, everyone thought it was some kind of bold monster. The village chief even organized a hunt, but nothing was found. , but more and more intense.

Like a danger signal.

Some people began to be afraid, saying that it was the ghost of the witch, and others said that the evil seed of the past came to take revenge. Rumors spread everywhere, and panic gradually spread in the village. One horizontal stroke, one final word—invite a powerful celestial master from outside to get rid of ghosts!

The celestial master was quickly invited. He was an old man with profound Taoism. It is said that the soul has seven orifices in his heart and can communicate with spirits. He is best at fighting ghosts and suppressing ghosts.

As soon as the celestial master arrived here, he was stunned by the strong resentment and curse hovering above the village. Now the power of the curse has enveloped the entire village. Think of ideas.

The root of the curse lies in the abandoned wooden house. There are only two ways to break the curse. Either the villagers enshrine the ghosts and sincerely repent and atone for their sins every day, or there will be a day of salvation; Crucify the wraith again in the sealing circle and suppress it forever.

Regardless of the heavenly master's repeated warnings and persuasion, the villagers chose the second option without hesitation, asking them to worship the evildoer who was burned to death by him, and repent every day?Wouldn't that be an admission that they killed innocent people?It's just a fantasy.

Just as everyone was discussing how to make this lingering witch and resentful spirit immortal, the celestial master dressed in black stood quietly aside, looked at their vicious faces with cold eyes, and suddenly laughed.

His laughter was so dry, like throwing gravel into a dry well, and so abrupt, like a sharp knife breaking through the dark night.

The villagers were speechless in shock and looked at him in horror. They watched the celestial master of the soul clan in front of him slowly take off his disguise and transform into a young man with black hair and black clothes.

The man was tall and slender, with a handsome appearance, long black and soft hair hanging from the side of his face and draped over his shoulders, and his facial features were very similar to those of the witch who was burned to death!

The cold moonlight fell on his body, outlining a stroke of black and blue ink.When he looked straight at him with two black eyes, it felt like he was being stared at by an abyss, and there was a sharp smile in his eyes, which was an unforgettable hatred, and it was the fire from hell.

The villagers shuddered at such smiles, chills of fear crawled down their spines, and licked their slippery Adam's apples—the Witchborn finally came for revenge!

"It seems that you still remember me, that's good." The man's voice was low and ethereal, he smiled and looked at the village chief, and walked towards him step by step, with a calm and elegant posture, like a black dog that has teased its prey exhausted Leopard, ready to start his dinner.

The latter's face was pale, his legs were trembling, his muscles were stiff and twisted: "You...don't come here... I didn't do that, that thing! It was them! It was them! I was coerced!"

"Don't worry, there will be no less blood debts that should be paid." The man raised his index finger to his lips, his fingertips were as white as jade, "When you get to Huangquan Road, don't say that I haven't given you a chance to repent."

Dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the dark night enveloped everyone's heads silently, just like that damp, cold and dark cave.

Aware of the imminent death, everyone wanted to run away subconsciously, but how could they escape the palm of a man?

The dark green witch power is like a hungry soul beast, roaming wildly among the crowd. They are raging unscrupulously, draining their vitality. Seeing the people around them being drained into shriveled zombies one by one, the village chief is horrified. He fell down and sat on the ground, screaming in pain.

Until that beautiful and white hand strangled his neck, the man's tone became more and more gentle, and his piercing eyes had no warmth, but weight, which made the heart chill: "It's your turn."

His voice was extremely soft, like a raindrop falling silently to the ground.

The village chief's frightened expression was fixed on his face, his limbs twitched unnaturally, and then swelled, exploding into an ugly pool of flesh and blood.The bright red blood splashed on the man's face, which was set off by the pale skin.

He raised his head slightly, and the cold rain fell, but it couldn't wash away the blood soaked on his body.

Duan Huichuan stood by his side, his eyes were full of fragmented emotions, he suddenly remembered what Yan Yijun had said a long time ago.

——"Then what did you do when you were a child? It wasn't like going to the house to expose the tiles and being mischievous, right?"

——"I wasted a long time when I was young. Later, in order to make up for it, I devoted my daily energy to studying, and then...running around for various things. Occasionally, I would only watch news and popular science."

Although he couldn't hear the conversation between them, he could feel the deep hatred and grief, squeezed from all directions, almost suffocating.

Why, such a painful past, can be said so lightly?

The night was so long, it was so depressing that it made people mad.

Duan Huichuan followed Yan Yijun, in the dark rainy night, walking alone like a ray of lonely ghost Yu Yu.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a light finally came from afar.

There are no caves, no villages here, the flowers, trees and vegetation are well arranged, and there is a faint smell of lilac in the night wind, like a huge garden.

Duan Huichuan followed the man and walked silently on the winding cobblestone path. Under the hazy moonlight, he could see a towering tower in the distance. The beast is so lifelike that it almost wants to fly into the sky.

He didn't know where this was, he just felt vaguely familiar.

Yan Yijun finally seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. He sat wearily behind a rockery. The dark clouds had been blown away by the night wind. The color of blood is so dazzling that it makes people hate it.

Yan Yijun looked down for a long time, finally couldn't help it, suddenly burst into laughter, in a corner where no one was there, in the cold rainy night, he tore away the forbearance that he had gnashed his teeth in the past, and wantonly vented the tyranny and monstrous anger that had been suppressed for many years .

That is the joy of getting revenge for a great revenge, and it is also the emptiness of lifelessness.

Suddenly, a slight sound woke him up, Yan Yijun suddenly turned his head, the cold smile still remained on his lips, and it was too late to restrain himself.

"Who?!"

Duan Huichuan couldn't hear any sound, so he could only follow his movements and look back, but at this moment, he was caught off guard by a huge dizziness, and he was once again swallowed by darkness before his eyes, and lost consciousness for a long time.

Duan Huichuan was forced to leave this time and space, Yan Yijun didn't realize it.

Under the moonlight, he saw a shadow leaking from behind the rockery. The man thought he was hiding well, but he didn't know that a pair of small horns protruding from his head exposed himself.

It was as if two sprouts had grown from the stone.

Sensing Yan Yijun's approaching footsteps, the pair of little horns trembled slightly.