When the protagonists and villains become bamboo horses

Yan Yu knocked on the door again and shouted, "Father, are you inside?"

Still no response from the room.

Yan Yu frowned slightly, and cast a spell, a dark light passed through the crack of the door, unlocking it from the inside.

He opened the door and entered, and saw Shen Yuanmin wearing a large black robe, propping his head with his hands, face down, as if he was leaning against the head of the bed and taking a nap.

Turned out to be asleep, Yan Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

He took a bag of tea, walked lightly to the bed, and tentatively called out: "Father? Wake up! I bought you tea."

Shen Yuanmin lowered his head and remained motionless.

Yan Yu's brows that had just been loosened frowned again.

The room was too quiet, there was not even the sound of people breathing. The black robe wrapped Shen Yuanmin's body, and he couldn't see the rise and fall of his chest.

With courage, Yan Yu stretched out his hand and pushed Shen Yuanmin's shoulder.

There was a hard touch from under the hand, cold and lifeless, and what came to my ears was the rustling sound of friction, like cloth and wood rubbing against each other.

Yan Yu's eyes froze, and he directly lifted the large black robe covering Shen Yuanmin's body, and took off his mask.

The scene in front of him made Yan Yu's pupils shrink.

Under the black robe is not a human body, but a humanoid puppet with rough workmanship and fuzzy facial features.

Following Yan Yu's movements, a stack of papers left the black robe and flew around the room like moths with white wings. After flying to the highest point, they lost their strength and fell down in a whirl.

There were ink characters written on the white paper, and while they were still flying in the air, Yan Yu caught one and glanced at it lightly.

With just this one glance, the color on his face immediately turned pale, and the joy before he entered the door disappeared.

These papers are filled with Shen Yuanmin's last words to Yan Yu.

They are Shen Yuanmin's suicide note!

Yan Yu stood there dumbfounded, his breathing stopped suddenly, and the papers that fell from mid-air covered his body like snow and frost.

"My son who cultivates spirituality, he is a dull father, he has been in seclusion all year round, he has neglected to take care of you, and even ignored the abnormality of your body."

"It is said that thousands of years ago, there was a demon that was bloodthirsty and murderous. Rivers of blood flowed wherever it went. But my father thought that the murder of the demon might not have been his intention, but was driven by nature and controlled by the desire to kill."

"In addition, the demons were born in the Demon Realm, and the demon cultivators in the Demon Realm are rampant. If you don't kill them, how can you protect yourself?"

Yan Yu read the words on the paper, squeezed his fingers hard, and the fingertips were completely white.

His father... unexpectedly knew that he was a demon seed!

Yan Yu continued to look down.

"My father's qualifications are mediocre, and I have studied alchemy for half a year, and finally got a pill, which can relieve the symptoms of the demon's out-of-control, make him calm and calm, and stabilize his emotions."

"It's a pity that the island is short of materials, and treasures are hard to find. As my father knew that his time was short, he used his remaining vitality as medicine, concentrated on refining it, and obtained three elixir, named Ningshen Pill."

"Both the alchemy and the panacea are in the storage ring, don't forget to take them for my son's spiritual cultivation."

Yan Yu's fingers gradually trembled. The five words "vital force is used as medicine" were clearly written in black ink, but in his eyes it was particularly bright red and glaring.

Is it...

"A few days ago, my father's vitality was exhausted, he died on the island, and was buried in a deep forest. He was afraid that my son would be too sad, so he made a simple puppet and manipulated it with remnants to deceive people."

"A person lives for a hundred years and dies without any regrets. It is regarded as joy and mourning. My son does not need to blame himself too much for spiritual cultivation."

The content of the second half of the suicide note is related to Xie Zhi.

I saw Shen Yuanmin wrote:

"The Moxiu who slaughtered Xie's family came to the island again. Xie Xie, Mrs. Xie, sent you and Xie Shi to escape by boat, while he stayed on the island, set up a killing array, and vowed to fight those villains to the death. "

"But Xie Shi is still young and ignorant, and needs someone to take care of him."

"My son cultivates spirituality to love and nature, knows filial piety, respects elders and children, Xie Shi also regards you as an elder brother."

"From now on, I hope that my son will also treat Xie Shi as a younger brother and care for him carefully. This is Xie Xie's last wish, please remember it!"

……

A drop of clear tears fell on the suicide note, smearing a black color.

Yan Yu's eyes were scorching hot, and the sadness in his heart poured out like a flood breaking a bank.

He couldn't bear it anymore, clutching a stack of suicide notes left by Shen Yuanmin, he threw himself on the rough puppet on the bed, his shoulders trembled, and he couldn't help crying.

With tears in his eyes, Yan Yu saw a scene from the Qingming Festival in the old days.

In the early morning, the sun is dim, and the top of the mountain is peaceful and peaceful.Under a thick old locust tree, Yan Yu's mother's tombstone stood quietly.

Shen Yuanmin led him to worship his mother.

At that time, Yan Yu was kneeling in front of the tombstone, watching his father caressing the cold stone tablet with rough palms over and over again, and listening to his father whispering to his mother about his recent situation, he felt a hazy sense of unreality in his heart.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that the past life was so far away from him, as if those were just vain dreams that came back at midnight.

He is no longer a Demon Lord, nor a Demon Seed, but the child of an ordinary couple.

His parents gave him a new life, called him Shen Xiuling, and protected him to thrive.

If Yan Yu had no memory of his previous life, he would actually be the real Shen Xiuling, living on an isolated island with the good wishes of his parents on him, and as time went by, he would gradually grow into a completely different individual from Yan Yu in his previous life.

This is reincarnation, this is new life!

Yan Yu wept bitterly on the puppet, and tears dripped on the surface of the puppet, forming a large dark water stain.

This was the first time in his two lifetimes that he was saddened by a person's death.

He deeply realized that after Shen Yuanmin's death, no one in the world would look at him like Shen Xiuling, no one would still protect him after knowing his identity as a demon, and no one would love him unconditionally like his biological parents.

Maybe decades later, or maybe a few years later, when others mention him, they will only think of the name Yanyu the Demon Seed.Shen Xiuling, a name that implies the expectations of her parents, will be left behind in the dust of the years.

From now on, this life ends, and the previous life continues.

……

In the winding alley, Xie Zhiwei was taking a leisurely stroll, his white boots stepping on the bluestone slab, silently.

A small stall selling paintings appeared in front of him, and he became interested, so he stepped forward to observe it carefully.

The bookish stall owner entertained him shyly and politely.

"Guest officer, take a look at this painting of peonies blooming, I just drew it today..."

Suddenly, a drop of water fell down, and caught off guard, it dripped on the gorgeous and rich peony painting, blurring a small circle of red marks.

Then, another one.

The stall owner looked up, but saw that the sky that had been clear for several days suddenly turned cloudy, he hurriedly pushed Xie Zhiwei away, and closed the stall while apologizing: "I'm sorry, guest officer, it's about to rain, I'm going to close the stall, please come again next time. These paintings will be ruined if they get wet."

The rain fell drop by drop, and soon became several strings of beads, hanging between the sky and the earth.

In an instant, torrential rain fell on Luoxia Town.Looking at the sky, nothing but rain is still raining, covering the whole town like a waterfall.

Xie Zhiwei is not afraid of rain, when the rain is about to hit him, there will be spiritual energy in his body to automatically draw it away.

Standing in the alley with dry clothes, he looked suspiciously at the suddenly overcast sky, counted with his fingers, and frowned.

By nature, the demon species can't restrain their desires, and it's also difficult to control their own negative emotions. However, the negative emotions of the demon species can easily affect the surrounding world.

In her previous life, Xie Zhiwei saw Yan Yu suddenly lose control at a banquet for thousands of people.

It was still a very important banquet.

From ancient times to the present, the sect of Xianxiu regards Moxiu as evil and crooked, believing that they are eager for quick success, murderous, and lustful.The fact is indeed the case, those appalling murders are almost all written by Moxiu.

The Xianxiu school headed by the Lingyun Sect has a heart for the common people, and they do not want to see Moxiu causing chaos in the world. They order their disciples to kill Moxiu as soon as they meet him when they travel, so as to avoid causing more tragedies.

Moxiu likes to come and go alone, most of them are casual cultivators, and it is difficult to form cliques occasionally.Therefore, when the Xianmen Baijia liquidated the magic cultivator, they hardly encountered any particularly large resistance.

This one-sided situation continued until the monsters appeared.

The demons are naturally good at cultivating demons, and the speed at which their strength grows is terrifying. They subdued those powerful demon heads with their own power, killed those demon cultivators who refused to accept him, and were embraced as the leader of all demons, commonly known as the demon king. .

Since then, Moxiu, who had always been a mess, has become the leader of the pack.

People in the world are afraid of the evil name of the demon species, so they start cultivating demons one after another, vainly trying to join the demon king and enjoy all the glory and wealth.

Worried about the chaos in the world, the family of Xianmen took the initiative to hand over a letter of worship to Mozun, inviting him to Yaochi for a banquet, and discussing the coexistence of immortals and demons.

If all goes well for the Yaochi feast, Xianxiu and Moxiu will restrain each other, and the well water will not interfere with the river water, and they will live in peace with each other.

However, no one expected that Demon Lord Yan Yu would suddenly lose control during the banquet.

At that time, Xie Zhiwei had just joined the Lingyun Sect and did not attend the banquet, but saw the tragic scene of the feast in the Yaochi that day from the water mirror left by the survivors.

The table covered with silk and satin was overturned, and delicacies from mountains and seas were scattered everywhere. Many monks of the immortal sect changed their modest and gentle appearance in the past, rolled up their sleeves like villagers in the mountains, drew out their swords, and faced their friends of the same sect with swords.

As long as you lower your head a little, you can see human heads, human hands, and human legs...

No one knew who knocked over the candle, and the flame rose along the gauze curtain, illuminating the dark night sky, making the surroundings look like a purgatory on earth.

In the sky full of red flames, only the black-haired and black-eyed Demon Venerable sat leaning on the high platform.I saw his head hanging slightly, covering his eyes with his hands, as if he couldn't bear to see those fights, but his scarlet blood lips curled up in a mocking arc, and a low laugh came out of his throat.

He didn't kill a monk in the whole process, but no one would doubt that he was not the culprit of the tragedy of the banquet.

In front of the water mirror, the teacher in the door pointed at Yan Yu's face, and said to Xie Zhiwei, "This is the devil seed. He is the scourge of the world, and he is the devil you will get rid of in the future."

Xie Zhiwei looked at the Huamei Yaochi Banquet, which was splashed with blood and broken limbs in the water mirror, and nodded emphatically.

A scourge indeed, he thought.

Only that time, Xie Zhiwei deeply understood the horror of the demon seed.

The opponent is not only powerful, rebellious, and moody, but also his negative emotions can affect all creatures around him, making them feel sad and angry with him, and fall into the vortex of killing and desire.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it is getting more and more urgent.The raindrops crackled on the roof tiles, breaking into countless mud spots, like smoke, mist, and dust.

Xie Zhiwei, in fluttering white clothes, walked out of the alley to the street, and saw that the doors of every house were closed, and countless cries and whimpers came from the house.

Most of the mortals in Luoxia Town, the influence of the negative emotions of the demons is too strong for them.

Xie Zhiwei was worried that the tragedy of the feast in Yaochi would reappear, and with a flash, he hurried towards the inn where Yan Yu and Xie Shi lived.

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