At this time, Wen Xuan still had luck in his heart. All that can be proved now is that the female ghost gave birth to a child because of the descendant of the celestial demon, but it cannot prove that the child has any relationship with Wenxuan. Even if Chu Lian brought him back to the Shuiyun Sect more than fifty years ago, even if she showed such obsession in that cave, it might just be a coincidence, or she might just admit a mistake.
This is the last straw that Wenxuan can grasp, even if it is probably just self-deception.
When he came back to his senses, Wenxuan had already walked into the mountain again. He must find out the whereabouts of the child, in order to get the final answer.
But it wasn't until he saw the snow and ice that was about to start melting under his feet that he realized that he didn't know where to start. He even forgot to ask where her body was found in the first place.
Without a direction, Wenxuan stood there for a while, then continued to lift his footsteps, walking aimlessly in the mountain.
I don't know how long he walked in a daze, but he actually returned to the cave.
It was in this cave that he found the horn of the celestial demon and the hope that he could cure the poison of Murong Feng's extreme fire. The joy and excitement at that time were almost at hand. But it was also in this cave that he met the female ghost. For the first time, he had doubts about his life experience.
He didn't know how to describe his current mood, and he was almost lost.
The cold air in the cave has condensed, and small puddles of water have accumulated on the ground.
Wenxuan walked to a small puddle, crouched down, and looked down. His reflection was clearly reflected in the water, and he stared blankly, not knowing what he was looking at.
He got up and walked around the hole. He saw the deep pit left after taking out the demon's horn in the soil. He walked to the place where he confronted the female ghost. He walked to the edge of the cave, reached out and stroked the dark stone walls, guessing how many traces of blood there were. Finally he stopped in front of a puddle again and looked at the reflection reflected in it.
Wen Xuan suddenly realized what he was looking at.
He was looking at his face, at those facial features that were already surprisingly familiar.
Looking at his face, he recalled the female ghost he had met at that time, recalled every expression of the other party, and recalled every change between the other party's eyebrows and eyes. Gradually, he found that the two faces began to overlap. stand up.
Of course, there are many differences between him and her in appearance, but the more Wenxuan looked, the more he could not deny that, in the corners of his eyes, in those places that he might not care about at first glance, he and she were indeed inseparable. overlooked similarity.
Wenxuan thought about the last two lines of tears she shed, and the expression overlapped with his face, making him almost think he had already shed tears.
It wasn't until his hands touched his eyes that he realized that it was just an illusion, and his tears did not flow.
But it's almost the same.
Wen Xuan shook his head and hurriedly backed away from the puddle.
He could no longer deny it, he could no longer take a chance, he could no longer deceive himself. It's ridiculous that he still thinks that he must find the last proof - but the iron proof is actually on his face, which is his face.
How similar, he and the female ghost. No, at this time he can no longer deny it, that is his mother, the only mother he has seen this time since he was born!
Wenxuan knelt on the corner of the wall, gradually curled up into a ball, his shoulders trembled involuntarily.
He wanted to calm down and sort it all out, but it was impossible. All this is like a bunch of flying mosquitoes spinning around in his head, buzzing, unable to calm down at all.
Admit it, it is undeniable, he is the evil seed born by his mother after being forced by the descendant of the demon, the demon-like demon with deep sins.
Sadness, anger, guilt, panic, disbelief, self-loathing.
Wenxuan couldn't tell what kind of emotion he had more at this time. Many emotions erupted from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't restrain them at all. Mixing them together almost drove him crazy.
This fact hit him too hard, so many emotions pouring out of his heart, without exception, were all negative, making him unable to control himself.
No, it shouldn't be like this.
Wen Xuan told himself that he should actually be happier, at least there was one thing to be happy about, he saw his mother.
According to the old man Qian, his mother had been guarding him during his lifetime. Even more than fifty years after her death, her mother is still nostalgic in this world. It wasn't until earlier today that he came here to let his mother find him and let her know that he was healthy and healthy to this age. That's why the mother was so excited that she rushed to him desperately, just to hug her grown child.
In the end, the long-cherished wish was fulfilled, and the mother must have indeed become a Buddha, right? She was nowhere to be found. She was finally freed from that bleak life, leaving no regrets.
This is indeed something to be happy about.
But ah, but, since then, has never been seen again.
He finally saw his mother for the first time, but it was the last time. He even hurt her with his protective aura!
Wenxuan tried to find a ray of light in the negative emotions that filled his heart, and wanted to use that little joy to suppress all other emotions, so that he would not collapse. But he failed. The only time in his life to meet his mother brought him far more sadness than joy.
He thought of the old Zhao he had asked before. The reason why Zhao Laoer was reluctant to tell Wenxuan the truth was because he cared about his childhood friendship with his mother and in order to protect his mother's face. Just because the biggest stain in my mother's life was giving birth to him.
Wen Xuan hugged his head with both hands, and his teeth trembled.
After an unknown time, he finally let go of his arms, supported on the stone wall beside him with his palms, and barely stood up. He desperately needs a support right now. Like a person standing on the edge of a cliff, already teetering, but still reluctant to fall, so eager to grab a rope. But when he looked at the stone wall, when he retracted his palm and looked at his palm, he only felt that there was blood stained on it.
"The monster caught the people in the town, tore them up, and stuffed them all in that hole. Half of the cave was filled with blood and flesh."
"It wants to feed its cub! The woman gave it a cub!"
Do not.
Do not!
Wenxuan backed away, trying his best to stay away from the stone wall, and fell to the ground in a hurry, but he didn't even care to get up, he turned over and lay there on the spot, strangling his throat with his fingers.
Has he eaten
When he was just born, during the time that he can't remember at all now, did he eat it
Wen Xuan only felt a tumult in his stomach, desperately trying to spit out something, but he could only keep retching.
Regardless of whether he ate it or not, so many people died because of him, and they ended up in such a tragic state of death.
He thought of a nightmare he often had as a child. At that time, he didn't know where he was, and he could only touch the things around him. There was a very indescribable touch, mixed with thick and warm liquid, and it seemed that he could smell the fishy smell.
Now Wenxuan knew that it was his memory shortly after his birth, the blood and flesh of those innocent people.
how, how...
Wen Xuan slammed his fist on the ground to stop his trembling. He tried to get up again, tried to get up. But when he raised his eyes and looked at everything in the cave, he only felt as if he saw bloody corpses.
He had never hated himself so much in his life.
He was finally going to be driven mad by all this, so he let out a scream, and stumbled towards the exit as if he were running away.
Wenxuan can no longer stay in this cave, but after going out, where is his shelter? Is he going back to that town? Of course he was going back to that town. But he didn't know how to deal with those townspeople.
In the vast world, he suddenly felt that he had nowhere to go.
When escaping from the hole, Wenxuan tripped over something, and suddenly fell forward. He watched helplessly as he patted his face towards the snow, but he didn't even have the desire to struggle.
What exactly is he? There was monster blood in him. In the past fifty years or so, in the face of this irrefutable fact, it seemed as fragile as a piece of paper.
But at this moment, someone pulled him.
Wen Xuan did not fall directly into the snow in the end. A man came from the snow, just happened to walk in front of him at this moment, and caught him.
"Senior brother." The other party whispered in his ear.
Wen Xuan was stunned for a moment. From such a soft call, he remembered who he was, and remembered that he was not just the evil seed left by a monster. Then he slowly raised his head from the other's arms, fixed his unfocused eyes for a while, and finally recognized it, "Jane... Junior Brother?"
"It's me." Jian Yi patted behind him, "Senior brother, it's me."
At the moment of recognizing Yi Jian, Wen Xuan's first reaction was to look at the sky. The sky was already dark, revealing a little bit of starlight. It was already midnight. A boy of his age should rest at this time, otherwise it will be very bad for his health.
Simple is here. At this time, why does Simplicity appear in such a place
This question had just popped up in his mind, and just as he was about to make accusations, Wenxuan thought of the only answer.
Naturally, he came here specially.
"Sorry." Wen Xuan swallowed the accusation, trying to wrestle it out of Jian Yi's arms, "Did I worry you?"
Jian Jian increased his strength, and pressed Wen Xuan into his arms a little more.
This position is a bit ridiculous, and it's not even comfortable. Jian Jian's stature is no taller than Wen Xuan, and at this time Wen Xuan fell into his arms, in the same posture he fell before, with his waist bent.
The temperature from his chest made Wenxuan quiet down and leaned against him quietly.
"Junior Brother Jian," Wen Xuan remembered something, "you know everything about me, right?"
Simple nodded, "Of course."
"It also includes..." Wen Xuan took a deep breath, "I'm actually not completely human, is that something?"
Jian Yi tightened him tightly, "I said I know everything, that is, I know everything."
"Really..." Wen Xuan lowered his eyes.
Yes, he should have thought of that. There is such a person beside him, he knows everything about him, and he has long known about his ugly side. Even if the person beside him knew all this, he always regarded Wenxuan as Wenxuan.
Wenxuan gradually relaxed and got out of the panic of having nowhere to go.
"Senior brother," Jian Yi obviously knew what happened to him at this time, and asked him softly, "Do you want to cry?"
Wenxuan raised the corner of his mouth, "A little bit."
"Then cry." Jian Yi pressed the back of his head and stroked the hair there. "Leave all the embarrassment here, and after you go out, you are still you." He said these words seriously and added it again. One sentence, "I can lend you my shoulder."
Hearing this last sentence, Wen Xuan just wanted to laugh.
"Junior Brother Jian," he still leaned on Jian Jian's shoulder, "you are so kind." As he said that, he wrapped his hands around Jian Jian's waist behind him.
"I know." Jian Yi was a little proud.
He knew that as long as he was here, it would be the greatest help to Wenxuan.
Jian Jian's fingertips followed Wenxuan's jet-black hair, stroking from the back of his head to his back, like he was smoothing a cat.
He knew that only he would always stand behind Wen Xuan. In the many moments that followed, as long as he was there, Wen Xuan would not be empty.
"Tired," said Jian Jian, "just rely on it."