The whole sect is reborn

Mo Sansan didn't know what the adult Beiyun Whale was thinking. He just felt a strange phantom flash before his eyes, and then he couldn't help but feel the strong dizziness and dizziness in his head when he was thrown out.

I felt dizzy. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying on a piece of soft grass. Above my head was the endless blue sky, which was so beautiful that it made me feel trance-like.

here it is……

Mo Sansan looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment in front of him, and when a butterfly flew slowly past his eyes, he suddenly realized, no wonder it looked so familiar, it turns out this is his hometown!

He is back?

Finally returned to his hometown?! Then his parents, siblings...

Thinking of this, Mo Sansan jumped up, moved his legs crazily, and ran towards his little home!

What he remembered was that this was a hillside not far from the village. He used to come here often when he was cutting pigweed. But he didn't expect that just over a month had passed, and Mo Sansan was already a little unfamiliar with his hometown.

"Huchi, Huchi..."

Mo Sansan ran very fast, his eyes turned white, his chest hurt, and he could only hear his own heavy breathing in his ears.

But he can't care about anything now. He just wants to return to the home he dreams of as soon as possible!

It’s close, it’s close! It’s close before your eyes!

As long as you go around the bamboo forest in front of you, you can see the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, and maybe you can see a few elders playing chess under the old locust tree! They will be very happy to see you! Maybe even

He would use the long pipe of his pipe to gently pat the dust off his body...

The fantasy came to an abrupt end after facing the reality in front of me.

The old locust tree is still there, and its leaves are still lush and green, showing the strong vitality of the plant. Even the old chessboard is still there, the carved lines on it have become blurred due to long-term wind and rain, and the chess pieces are scattered.

Scattered and rolled everywhere.

Even the palms of the elders who often played chess were covered with rough wrinkles and cracks.

However, there is only one hand scattered on the chessboard.

Wow!

The wind blew through the leaves, and there was a rustling sound. This sound was like a key, finally opening the door connecting Mo Sansan to the world. He also recovered from the feeling of shock and nothingness.

Come on, run to your home rolling and crawling!

Along the way, Mo Sansan saw a lot of dark brown blood stains and broken limbs. Those limbs were either familiar or unfamiliar, but without exception, they all made Mo Sansan feel sincerely afraid!

"Hoo ho ho! Impossible! Impossible! Father! Mother! Big brother and fourth sister... you will be fine! You will be fine, right?"

Praying silently in his heart, Mo Sansan ran all the way and finally arrived at the familiar door. But at this time, there were several small palm prints on the door!

That is, that can't be...

Gently avoiding the bloody palm prints with trembling hands, Mo Sansan pushed open the door and walked all the way to the back room.

Fortunately, no missing limbs were found along the way, but there were traces of blood flowing all over the yard.

Mo Sansan became more and more frightened as he watched. His walking feet gradually lost strength, and he could only move forward by holding on to tables, chairs, benches or walls on the side of the road.

"Father, mother..."

At the first tone, Mo Sansan was still a little weak, but at the second and third tone, his voice gradually grew louder.

But when the door opened with a creak, Mo Sansan's voice suddenly disappeared, as if his tongue had been bitten off and he suddenly couldn't speak.

What's going on? Why is there so much blood in front of my eyes? It's almost soaking the entire ground...

And isn't the man lying reclining on the pit table in the distance his father?

But, when did that tall man become so thin? So thin that tears burst from Mo Sansan's eyes!

"father……"

This man was split in the middle, leaving only half of him.

Mo Sansan wailed and crawled towards him, carefully lifting the huddled man up, and saw the child he was protecting under him. That was his sixth brother. He was a little person.

He was only a little bit big when curled up. How could such a pitiful little guy be killed? Why didn’t he have any breath at all?

"Sixth brother, sixth brother..."

It turns out that when you are extremely sad, you will really feel powerless. Mo Sansan could hardly support the bodies of his father and sixth brother, but he gritted his teeth and refused to let go.

If he let go like this, would his father and sixth brother be hurt again? Knowing that they were out of breath and dead, Mo Sansan still had a little humble wish in his heart.

Just when he was barely supporting the bodies of his father and his sixth brother, he accidentally saw the hands of the remaining half of his father's body tightly held together. That arc, seemed to have something inside?

Mo Sansan endured the grief and gently pulled the man's hand, but his dead father's hold was so tight that Mo Sansan had to use all his strength to just open the small

There is a crack, but you can see that there is a note inside.

It's just that his father's grip was so tight. If Mo Sansan took out the note by force, he would definitely tear it into pieces. Mo Sansan thought about it and whispered weakly into his father's ear.

"Dad, it's me, Mo Sansan. San'er is back."

As soon as he said this, he didn't know whether it was because of the exertion he had just exerted, but when Mo Sansan tried again, he easily opened his father's hand and got the note inside.

The note was slightly yellowed and had some rough edges, but except for a little blood stain, the rest of the note was very clean. It looked like it was taken by my father and was taken with him and taken out to look at from time to time.

After slowly opening it, what appeared on it was a familiar birth date and a few small characters. Thanks to the time in the cave, he learned a few simple characters from other companions, and he naturally understood this piece of paper.

The words written on the strip.

But I can understand the words, but Mo Sansan still doesn't understand most of the previous content, and can only barely understand the last sentence.

The last few words are, '...the words three, three and two are too frivolous, just change it back to the truth.'

This is actually the name his father changed for him!

Judging from the style of this piece of paper, it should be found only at the calligraphy stall of Mr. Hu in the county town. The price of that old gentleman is not cheap. This shows that my father attaches great importance to the content of this note.

Only then did he vaguely remember the meaning of his father's secretly determined expression before he left, when he was worried that he would be laughed at because of his name.

My father must really want him to know that he has given himself a new name...