The villain is above: the villain master's handbook

(This chapter has been revised and the number of words has been increased to [-]. Please read it again for those who have read the previous version.)

There was silence in the hall.

This is a very heavy topic.

Ye Hanzhou lowered his eyes and showed no expression, but Mu Lian just felt his sadness.

For teenagers, this is the past that they are least willing to mention.

But Wang Sheng didn't mean anything malicious, and he was just an infatuated person who was willing to give.

Mu Lian pondered for a while, then asked: "The gangsters, can you see their faces clearly?"

Wang Sheng showed reminiscence, frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head regretfully.

"They are not from Huaxi Town, I have never seen them. But..."

"One of them had a black birthmark on one side of his cheek. He was the one I saw before I passed out. I remember it very clearly."

It was just a birthmark description, and it was really difficult to find this person.

As for the soul search, ordinary people simply cannot bear such a stimulus, and I am afraid they will pay the price with their lives.

Thinking of this, Mu Lian could only give up.

He took out some mortal gold and silver from the ring and handed it to Wang Sheng.

"It's been so hard for you to take care of this place all these years, and you take the gold and silver."

Wang Sheng showed surprise on his face, and repeatedly shook his head and refused.

"How can this be done! So much gold! Absolutely not!"

The gold and silver given by Mu Lian is enough for the entire town to live a life without worrying about food and clothing.

But to Mu Lian, these gold and silver are just vulgar things, worthless and worthless.

"You take it, this deity is the master of Wulian Peak of the Wangchuan Sect. Han Zhou, now he is a direct disciple of this deity, and he is practicing immortal law with this deity. He is doing well and will be fine in the future, you can rest assured .”

"It's just that this place has a special meaning to Han Zhou. These gold and silver are for you to protect this place."

Wang Sheng showed a serious look on his face, and sighed: "It turns out that he is an immortal, so Xiaozhou must have something to do. He is the only descendant of Miss Bai. Miss Bai knows it, and she is at ease."

Then, finally willing to take over the money.

He may also know that this money is not worth mentioning to Mu Lian.

"Then...Xiao Zhou, are you going to see your mother?"

Ye Hanzhou, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head, and finally said, "Where is she...?"

"Come with me."

Wang Sheng came out of the yard and led the way silently.

They left the town and came to a flower field outside the town.

There are wild chrysanthemums of various colors blooming here, it is quiet and peaceful, it is a good place.

At the edge of the flower field, where there are few people, there is a tombstone.

"I and your neighbors buried it together. When it was buried, she walked away decently."

Since it is an unseemly death, one must at least walk in a dignified way.

Several people stood in front of the tombstone for a long time, from daytime to dusk.

The young man stared at the tombstone in a daze, without making any movements for a long time.

In the end, Mu Lian was afraid that Ye Hanzhou would starve and be too sad, so he proposed to leave.

Although Ye Hanzhou was nostalgic, he still followed him.

The two said goodbye to Wang Sheng, and returned to the Wangchuan Sect in silence.

In the evening, they sat on the top of Wulian Peak, looking at the moon that was close at hand above their heads.

Mu Lian wanted to talk to Ye Hanzhou, to enlighten and comfort him, not wanting him to be too depressed, but looking at his side face, he couldn't say anything.

There was no expression on the young man's icy face, which neutralized the beauty a lot.

He looked up at the moonlight indifferently, but his eyes seemed to be looking at something else through the moonlight.

Mu Lian just sat quietly like this, accompanying the young man.

There is no need to say much between the two, and there is a harmonious and harmonious atmosphere.

After a long time, the boy spoke.

"In the early morning of that day, I was still asleep, in a daze, and my mother stuffed me under the bed."

"I woke up and saw a lot of messy feet, but I remembered her words and didn't make a sound or go out."

"Until... she fell in front of me and gave me a thousand-mile talisman. I wanted to go out to save her, but was teleported to another place."

"I later thought about why she didn't go with me. Now I probably know that as a mortal, she might not be able to leave together. But she chose to protect me."

Ye Hanzhou spoke lightly, with a hint of pain in his eyes.

Before his eyes, the scene of that day seemed to reappear.

"Don't make a sound, don't come out!"

Wearing a plain white dress, Bai Ruozhi hurriedly picked him up and stuffed him under the bed.

The young boy curled up under the bed, his eyes were dazed and fearful of the unknown.

"Mother...mother?"

Bai Ruozhi was taken aback, tears welled up in her eyes.

She regained her usual gentleness, and reached out to touch the boy's small face.

"Xiaozhou, mother will always love you."

Then, in the stunned expression of the young man, he turned around resolutely and left the bedroom.

Hearing the obscene language coming from outside and his mother's struggling voice, the boy clenched his fists fiercely.

Suddenly the door was knocked open, and the sight under the bed could only see a lot of messy steps, and one of the legs was mother's!

They pushed and shoved onto the bed, and Mother's legs kept kicking and resisting.

The bed began to shake and might collapse at any moment.

Then a hand suddenly dropped down, it was a white and slender hand, tightly clutching a piece of blood jade.

As soon as the boy reached out to take the blood jade, he heard several roars and screams, and then the owner of those hands fell to the ground.

He saw the man's face clearly, the face that looked exactly like him.

Beautiful, glamorous, stubborn, and... desperate.

It was his mother, holding a hairpin in her hand, the sharp end was stained with bright red blood.

Her frail body was being kicked and kicked, and the room was filled with unbearable curses, but she smiled with relief in her eyes.

She stretched out her hand vigorously, and stuffed a piece of bloody talisman paper into the frozen boy's hand.

Lips parted slightly, speaking silently.

"Quick... let's go."

There is one more sentence.

"Mother... loves you."

The young man could see clearly, he didn't understand why he left.

He only knew that his favorite mother was being bullied, and he wanted to go out, drive away the bad guys, and save his mother.

However, the talisman seal in his hand had already taken effect at this time, and after a period of dizziness, he opened his eyes again, and there was already a bustling bustle in front of him.

However, these prosperity have nothing to do with him.

He will always remember the last time he saw his mother.

Even though that face was in a state of embarrassment and blood, it was as gentle as ever.

Her eyes were full of encouragement and expectation, as if telling him.

"Mother is gone, you must live a good life by yourself! Mother believes in you, you are the bravest man."

The teenager burst into tears on the busy street.

He roared silently, calling for his dearest mother.

People passing by were all inexplicable and weird, and then took a long detour.

After an unknown amount of time, a pair of hands suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Don't cry, will you go home with me?"