Heavenly Lord Asura

Chapter 9: Mourning

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Longcun wailed continuously.

Huo Shi was like a devil, merciless in his attacks. With a few moves, a person fell in a pool of blood and died completely. The bloody scene was shocking.

"Young Master, the village has no grudge against you, why are you harming us like this?" An old man cried out sadly, but was instantly strangled by the storm.

"Father, Mother, save me..." A child was lying in a pool of blood, reaching out his hands to call for help, looking so helpless and terrified, but was instantly drowned by the merciless storm, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

"Why, why is this happening?"

The villagers screamed. The village, which was full of happiness just a moment ago, now became like a Shura hell, horrible to look at. Everyone's heart was filled with despair and confusion, but the god of death still came and reaped their lives.

"The heaven is blind, how hateful!" Long Quan's eyes were filled with blood and tears. He knelt on the ground, grief-stricken and heartbroken. He was swept up by the storm, his limbs were cut off, and only an incomplete body was left, flying out and falling to the ground.

"Father!"

Seeing his father being cut into pieces and lying in a pool of blood, Long He was heartbroken and filled with remorse. If he had not been greedy at the moment and leaked the news to others, this scene would not have happened.

His original intention was just that he didn't want to live a mediocre life, busy and doing nothing. He didn't want to kill the villagers, and he didn't want to create this situation.

Watching the villagers die one by one, Long He's heart bleeds. No matter how unwilling, unhappy, or resentful he is, this is his home.

"Huo Shi, you will not die a good death. Even the dozens of people in Long Village will not let you go even if they become ghosts!" Long He opened his eyes wide and swore to the sky.

"Want to be a ghost? I'm afraid it's not up to you. Considering that you have some cultivation, I will train you into a puppet." Huo Shi waved his hand, and a stream of fiery red air shot out, binding Long He's body and rolling him in front of him. As his hands moved, it condensed into a mysterious mark and merged into his mind.

Long He's face changed color and he struggled continuously, but he was tied up tightly and couldn't get free. The mark successfully entered his mind and went straight to his soul. The two instantly merged together and became indistinguishable from each other.

"Greetings, master!" Long He stopped struggling, prostrated himself on the ground, and said respectfully, without a trace of color in his eyes.

Huo Shi said gloomily: "Is there anyone alive in the village?"

"Master, except for Longshan, they are all dead."

"Longshan, Wutan's grandfather. Haha, you little beast, no matter whether you are alive or dead, this young master will train your grandfather into a puppet, and make him work like a horse or an ox for me to drive, and he will never be reincarnated." Huoshi sneered and strode towards the house where Longshan was.

"boom!"

At this moment, Wutan's feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense, and even a feeling of panic took over his heart, as if he was about to lose the most precious thing in his life. His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife and the pain was unbearable.

While running, Wu Tian's fingers calculated frantically, and finally he groaned miserably, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and half-knelt on the ground. He was pale, covered his heart, climbed up and continued to run.

Inside the house, Longshan was half lying on a wooden chair, looking old and hunched, listless and weak. He looked at the three people who walked in with a dazed look in his eyes.

Huo Shi looked around and said disdainfully, "A place like this can be used for people to live in. In my opinion, it's more suitable for a dog to live in it."

"Haha, young man, that's wrong. All we want in life is a small place and a simple life. Wealth, glory, power and money are just passing clouds." Longshan said with a faint smile.

Huo Shidao said: "Old man, you are very brave. I slaughtered the whole village, but you can still be so calm. Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Humans were created by God, and they will all return to God after death. It's just that the way they exist is different. Why should we be afraid? Besides, death can be as light as a feather or as heavy as Mount Tai. If the death of this old man can make the hatred and murderous intent in your heart disappear, it is worth it."

"Haha, in this deep forest, I actually ran into a secular master. Old man, you have a good heart. If Wu Tian hadn't offended me, I would really like to spare your life."

"I am not some worldly great man, just an old man who loves his grandson."

Huo Shi said gloomily: "I don't care who you are, but Wu Tian offended me and took things he shouldn't have taken, so he must die. As for you, humph, this young master will train you into a puppet, erase your soul, and you will never be able to reincarnate. I want Wu Tian to know the consequences of going against me, and I want him to regret it for the rest of his life."

“Haha, the cycle of heaven and earth has its own laws. You can’t escape what belongs to you, and you can’t get what doesn’t belong to you. Everything has cause and effect, and you can’t take it by force. Otherwise, you will end up with nothing, and in the end you will only bring endless disasters to yourself.” After Longshan finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Haha! Disaster, you old immortal, you should worry about yourself first!" Huo Shi laughed and waved his fingers. An obscure mark was imprinted on Longshan's head, but it could not be integrated into it.

"Hmph, dying like this would be too easy for you." Huo Shi's face turned pale, and he dispersed the mark. With a wave of his hand, a flame burst out of his body, and a raging fire instantly broke out in the house.

"Walk."

The three people from Huo Shi left without causing any ripples in the fire behind them.

"puff!"

Wu Tian's heart suddenly twitched, blood splattered, he rolled to the ground, covering his aching heart with both hands, looking at the mountain village in the distance.

At this moment, he finally figured out whether his grandfather was good or bad, and the scene where his grandfather was clearly emerged in his mind. It was a sea of fire, with surging waves and tongues of flame. An old man was lying in the sea of fire with his eyes slightly closed, looking kind and gentle, as if he was not in a sea of fire, but in heaven, peaceful and tranquil.

“Grandpa…” Seeing that scene, Wu Tian was struck by lightning and cried out in grief.

At this moment, his heart felt as if it were being torn apart by thousands of knives!

pain!

Heart-wrenching pain!

The pain goes deep into the bone marrow, it is indescribable!

This kind of pain was like there were millions of ants gnawing at his flesh and bones, making him feel like dying. Wutan's body was spasming and twitching constantly, blood was gushing out of his mouth, and he was struck by dizziness.

Looking at the raging fire and the gradually disappearing figure, Wutan felt pain in his heart and his body was shaking. Fear, panic, despair and other emotions were like waves, drowning him and making it impossible for him to turn over.

His body seemed to be torn into pieces by awls and the pain was unbearable. Two lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes and dripped onto the ground, staining the soil red.

"Grandpa, wait for me, Tian'er is here to save you..."

Wutan looked like a madman, rolling and crawling, running wildly towards Long Village.

"This place will no longer exist from now on." Huo Shi stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the village engulfed in flames, and said coldly.

Liu Yan said in a complicated tone: "Brother, you have gone too far this time."

"If you don't remove the roots, they will grow again in the spring breeze. This is a truth that everyone knows." Huo Shi didn't care at all and said to Long He, "You stay here. If Wu Tian comes back, capture him alive. If he doesn't show up in a month, he is really dead, and you come back by yourself."

"Yes, master." Long He knelt down and responded.

"Junior sister, let's go back to the sect immediately and send people to search the river. We must find the token." Huo Shidao said.

Liu Yan nodded, and the two of them jumped onto the bird's back one after another. The flamingo spread its wings, soared into the sky, and disappeared quickly like a meteor.

And Long He hid in the back mountain after a few jumps.

Four hours later.

The village no longer existed, and except for sporadic flames, only a piece of black ash remained.

After stumbling along the way, Wutan finally arrived at the entrance of the village. Everything in the past had disappeared, and all that was left was broken walls and devastation.

Trembling both physically and mentally, he walked into the village, stepping on the pitch-black ashes, his eyes filled with bloodshot tears as he looked at the bones hidden among the ashes. He felt as if he had drunk blood and his heart was bursting, and he was extremely grief-stricken.

Although these people usually mocked him, they were villagers he had lived with for sixteen years after all. For Wutan, this was his home and these people were his relatives.

But all of this is gone, and Wutan feels very cold!

"grandfather!"

Wu Tian roared sadly, staggered to a skeleton, knelt on the ground, frantically dug away the black ashes, held the skeleton in his arms, and burst into tears.

"Grandpa, didn't I tell you to wait for me? Why did you leave me? Why... Grandpa, please come back soon. Tian'er needs you. Tian'er can't bear to leave you! Please come back, please come back..."

Wu Tian burst into tears, the pain in his heart was heart-wrenching, that kind of pain no one could understand, only he himself knew how it felt.

"Brat, let me tell you whether you can find a wife in the future."

"Tian'er, you are still so young, why do you have to sigh every day? Be careful not to become as old as me, and you won't be able to find a wife in the future."

"After a while, the Fire Cloud Sect will come to recruit disciples. You must perform well. If you can enter the sect and become a legendary strong man, the old man hopes to rely on you to prolong his life and live a few more years."

"Tian'er, Grandpa believes that one day, you will become a powerful person that everyone pays attention to, unparalleled in the world. Come on, Grandpa is rooting for you!"

Wutan sat on the ground, hugging tightly the white bones covered with black ash. The memories of the past sixteen years flooded back like a tide, and pictures appeared in his mind one after another. They were so real, as if he was there, right in front of him.

"Grandpa, you said that when I came back, you would tell my parents the truth. Now Tian'er is back, but you left. Grandpa, please come back soon. Tian'er doesn't want his parents anymore. Grandpa, please come back soon..."

"ah!!!"

Wutan howled to the sky. He didn't want to believe that all this was true. However, the bones in his arms and the sights around him forced him to believe it. He couldn't help but believe it.

"Grandpa, please come back! We have an agreement!"

Wu Tian roared in sorrow, and the sadness pierced the sky. The beautiful and happy family and the kind and gentle grandfather were gone, leaving only one person. Helplessness, loneliness and solitude surged in his heart.

He was sad and unwilling in his heart, but this was the reality and it could not be reversed!

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or God’s mercy, but strong winds blew up, dark clouds rushed in from the horizon, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

In an instant, strong winds blew, dark clouds covered the sky, thunder and lightning roared, the sky seemed to have cracked into countless holes, and heavy rain poured down like a waterfall!

Wu Tian stared blankly at the sky, his tears flowing like pillars, mixing with the rain and merging into the earth.

Raging clouds rolled like thousands of horses galloping, thunder roared like the beating of heavenly drums, and the rain poured down, lashing the ground. The rain and water splashed, and the whole place was misty, as if to comfort this lonely and cold heart, but this heart became even lonelier...

"Quack!" Xiaotian lay on his shoulder, stretched out his long tongue, and licked Wutan's face, hoping to bring warmth.

However, neither the man nor the frog noticed that the light on Wutan's forehead, which was covered by wet hair, became brighter and brighter, like a moon.

"Da..."

At this time, heavy footsteps sounded in the wind and rain. Long He walked over with an expressionless face, like a puppet.

(End of this chapter)