Martial Soul Of The Perfect World

On the old bed lay a gray-haired old man with a face like golden paper and a gossamer. His eyes were very dim, losing the brilliance of the past years.

Next to his bed, sat an old man with the same gray hair, with one hand on the bed, the other hand was as thin as wood, his nails were yellowish, full of cracks and wrinkles, blood vessels and veins were like earthworms, dark skin. It is covered with age spots.

"Second brother, I can't do it anymore, go and call Haoer, I want to see him for the last time."

The old man raised his arm with difficulty and leaned forward, shivering, only a few times before he touched the arm of the old man sitting next to his bed, said.

The old man sitting by his bed did not speak, stood up tremblingly, and walked outside.

It was noon, when the sun was very strong and sunny, but the dilapidated Zhuangzi in front of me looked desolate, and many buildings were about to collapse.

But this place still looks very deserted, like a deserted land, desolate and withered.

"Grandpa Sanzu, please don't die, Sun God, I am willing to divide my own life span into Grandpa Sanzu in half, please don't let him die, okay."

In the dilapidated Zhuangzi, a thin child knelt on the stone steps, coughing while talking, his small face was white with tears, his hands were closed, and he prayed for God's mercy.

"Little Young Master, another old ancestor is about to pass away. You can live in a few days. You can change your life and sacrifice yourself to the sun god, and that old ancestor may be able to survive."

It was just a servant, sitting there with Big Thorn, showing no respect no matter how he looked at it, with a little joking, and his tone was full of ridicule.

"You are talking nonsense, you are lying!"

With tears in his big eyes, the child turned pale, retorted loudly, and coughed constantly.

"Don't worry if you don't believe it, then wait to see your grandpa slowly die of old age!"

The servant looked cold and unconcerned.

"You are just a stand-in. You can't be a descendant of Shiziling. Otherwise, you will be more troubled than this. Even so, you won't be able to survive when all the ancestors are dead."

Another servant sitting there with a big thorn shook his head slightly, facing the nominally young Young Master, never got up from start to finish, without any respect.

The pale child, the body is very weak, the big eyes are full of tears, there is a kind of sadness and a kind of despair, he does not know what his name should be, they say that the name belongs to another child, and he does not know who owns his parents. , And don’t know where to go in the future.

He is really afraid that all his family members, grandfather and grandfather, will pass away. When that happens, how will he survive as a lame child.

And these servants are so Damn it, powerful savage beasts are rampant outside, what will he do in the future?

"Hao'er, go see your third grandfather, he is dying, you can say goodbye to him!"

At this moment, an old call came.

"Grandpa Grandpa, go slowly, Haoer will come right away."

The pale child suddenly felt the world spin. He bit his lower lip, and the pain did not let him faint. He supported the wall, stood up carefully, with a little limp, and slowly moved towards the Zhuangzi.

This piece of coldly clear and dilapidated building, after the wind blew, some old windows creaked, he was lonely, walking in the huge manor, he had no relatives and no playmates.

The frail child walked inward until he came to the door of a fairly spacious courtyard and saw the old man calling him.

"Grandpa Grandpa, Grandpa Third Grandpa he won't die."

The child cried, with tears in his big eyes, trying not to let himself cry, said.

"Silly boy, everyone will die."

The old man rubbed his pale little face with his rough palms, and tears shed from his muddy old eyes. He felt that he had lived for a year at most, and then, he died, what about this pitiful little face?

Push open the tattered maple door.

"Grandpa Sanzu!"

The child cried. He was just a child after all. No matter how stubborn he was, he became helpless in the face of the painful old man. He lay on the bed and grabbed the old man's hand hard and refused to let it go.

The old man held his small hand with a big rough hand, looking left and right, full of compassion, but his eyes were dim and he opened his mouth to say something, but his chest was up and down, and he was a little speechless.

"Grandpa Sanzu, do you want me too?"

The child looked sad, shaking the old man's arm, reluctant to say.

In recent years, several old men have passed away one after another, leaving him heartbroken.

Now, there are only two old people left, who are the closest to him, who are also going to die at this time, making him panic.

"child……"

The old man opened his mouth. He had a thousand words, but he didn't know how to say it. He couldn't protect this child anymore, even if he was once strong, but now he is powerless.

In the end, all the words only turned into these two words, and they couldn't say it anymore, and their eyes were completely devoid of brilliance.

"Grandpa Sanzu..."

The pale child uttered a cuckoo's tender cry of blood. The next moment, he felt the world spin and fainted.

…………

"The head hurts. Where is this? Why are there so many memories!"

Shi Zhongyu feels a splitting headache, so she won't dare to read novels all night, it's too terrible.

Shi Zhongyu has had this idea many times. Every time, the scar is healed and the pain is forgotten. When it is time to stay overnight, he will be late and will never miss it.

"Shi Hao? I'm Shi Hao, no, I'm a stand-in for Shi Hao in the perfect world, that little pity."

Shi Zhongyu was lying on the bed, a little stunned. It turned out that he was dead a long time ago, and he has become this little pitiful. For some reason, the memory has not been awakened.

It was not until this time that another old man died. He was too irritated, had heat stroke, and fainted. Only then did he restore the memory of his previous life.

Is this the legendary start The Underworld level?

Traveling through the perfect world, the heroes will rise together here, with thousands of races, all the saints contending for hegemony, the world is moving, and a super archaic relic comes out at every turn, swallowing tens of millions of creatures, chaos the ancient era!

The most important thing is that his body is weak, Xiantian is not enough, and he is not suitable for spiritual practice. Six months ago, a brutal beast rushed into the village and injured his leg, just so limp.

Do you want to be brave enough to wait for Shi Hao to save him and leave here, to calculate the time, in the original plot, Shi Hao would come to see him when he was about seven years old, and there is still a year to wait.

"That's not right, as a traverser, where is my Gold Finger?"

Shi Zhongyu sat up suddenly.

Name: Shi Zhongyu (real name) Shi Hao (stand-in)

Race: Terran

Physique: Human Eucharist

Cultivation Technique: None

Source power: 0 points

Sign-in: 0 times, can be turned on. (Free sign-in (expected to count down one month, three minutes left), paid sign-in (10 points Yuanli each time).

Shi Zhongyu can be sure that this function may have been awakened long ago, and Gold Finger has also come long ago, but he didn't have the memory of awakening before, and he didn't know how to use it at all.

But now it’s fine. How he said he also has a Eucharist. Although there is no Sea of ​​Bitterness and no corresponding method, there is hope in life, right?

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