"He's dead." Sanwu said.
The mosaic in front of me was terrible. It was difficult to die decently after falling from a twenty-story residential building. The heir of the Li family fell into a ball of flesh on the ground. His intestines and internal organs were all exposed to the air, and there were many bone stubbles. It pierced the skin, cracked the skull, and splashed out several meters of brain matter.
No one is immune to this, not even God.
Although the blood descendants have extraordinary abilities, some special bloodlines, and unimaginably powerful vitality, the current situation is beyond what the creatures can bear.
"He's dead." Sanwu repeated.
The grandma looked blankly at the remains of her great-grandson, her eyes filled with deathly emptiness.
Sanwu took out his cell phone, took a picture, and then dialed the number of King Thunder and Lightning: "The mission failed."
King Thunder and Lightning was woken up late at night, confused, and said blankly: "What?"
Sanwu said calmly: "Li Xianyu is dead."
From beginning to end, her tone was calm and calm, neither happy nor sad.
"What did you say?!" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly changed color.
"Li Xianyu is dead." Sanwu said again.
"Didn't I ask you to protect him? How did you do it?" Thunder King roared.
"I can't protect him. He will be dead as soon as a brick falls. I can kill the enemy, but I can't protect an ordinary person." Sanwu replied seriously.
"I sent the photo to your mobile phone." She said, "His Holiness, the mission failed. Can I come back?"
There was no response on the phone, so I thought I was looking at the photos.
At this time, grandma whispered: "Aren't you sad? You have been together for many days, and he treats you pretty well."
"Sad." Sanwu suddenly realized that he had learned to be hypocritical, and said things that went against his conscience seriously: "It's very sad, it's very sad..."
"Oh, how can you be sad? You are not qualified to be sad for him." Grandma's voice was numb: "Who would be sad for the death of a guy without a father and a mother? Just like when the Li family was full of people. Damn, who is grieving for us?"
The night wind howled, raindrops floated in the sky, and it turned into a downpour in an instant.
They stood silently in this sad heavy rain, their beautiful figures blurred by the rain.
Grandma raised her head, cold raindrops hit her face and dripped down her pointed chin: "When I was eighteen years old, the whole country was drowned in a heavy rain, and the sound of cannons and screams could be heard in the middle of the night. The sound of horses and hoofbeats, the innocent souls of the common people floated over the city, wailing sadly. The foreigners used their guns and cannons to teach us an unforgettable lesson. When I was refined into a fighting spirit, everyone hugged me I also feel that I am a hero of my family and a hero of the country. Although it was a rough time at that time, I still had a family and something to protect..."
"A hero who fails is no longer a hero, but a sinner of the nation. The Li family was once famous for a time, but after my generation, the only surviving direct descendant is still alive, and every great-grandson died in disgrace. This is a sign of anger. The backlash of fate. In the past, I gave up everything for the sake of the common people, and now I am forced by the common people to cut off my descendants."
"Broken," she said. "The only connection between me and the world... is broken."
At this time, Sanwu heard the anxious tone of King Thunder and Lightning: "Where are you, where is the unparalleled fighting spirit?"
Sanwu replied: "She is next to me."
After a moment of silence, there was a thunderous roar on the other end of the phone: "Leave her, leave her quickly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sanwu was knocked away by a force so powerful that Peimo could not control it. This force turned into ripples, shattering glass and breaking trees wherever it passed.
In the rain at Xiaoxiao night, a woman's fighting spirit floated into the sky, like Shura, like the god of death.
The hairs all over Sanwu's body stood up one by one as she was locked by those hellish blood pupils.
"You all have to be buried with him." Two streaks of blood shot out from her pupils.
In the two hundred years of modern history, its combat power ranks among the top five.
Unrivaled in the past and present, an unparalleled fighting spirit.
Finally showing her true face.
... ...
The misty rain was falling, as long as catkins, and a ten-year-old child was sitting outside his yard, bored and playing with a caterpillar that fell on the stone steps. The drizzle condensed into small white drops on his hair.
On the muddy path outside the village, a woman came holding an oil-paper umbrella. She was wearing retro Hanfu and a jingle ring. Her skirt and embroidered shoes were stained with mud.
"Your name is Li Erdan?" She stopped in front of the little boy, her delicate white chin exposed under the edge of the umbrella.
The little boy raised his head and stared blankly at the beautiful woman. For a long time, he wiped his nose and nodded blankly.
"Your mother's name is Zhang Xiu'er?" she asked.
The little boy nodded again.
"Then your father's name is Li Jianguo, right?" She asked again.
The little boy nodded again.
The young woman let out a breath of relief and muttered: "Finally we found the right one."
"Sister, who are you?" The little boy mustered up the courage to look directly at the woman's face.
"I want to call you Grandma Grandma," the woman put her hand on the boy's head and said softly: "Your father's name is unpleasant, and your name is even worse. From today on, your name is Li Wuxiang. By the way, go back and tell your mother, don't say it again." Wait, your dad is dead."
Li Wuxiang... .
Grandma
Why am I seeing this, and who am I
Li Xianyu thought drowsily.
The scenery suddenly changed in front of me. The little boy disappeared, and the grandmother disappeared. The small village in the drizzle was shattered, and in its place was a rushing river.
The turbulent waves of the Huangpu River are surging, and in the distance is the Oriental Pearl Tower under construction. There is no Global Finance, no World Trade Center, and no central building that later looked down on the world.
There are no buildings rising from the ground or bustling commercial streets around.
A man stood on the bank of the Huangpu River, looking at the river flowing eastward. Behind him stood a young girl in her prime, wearing a floral dress.
"Did you succeed?" the girl asked.
"Well, it worked. I found a way to solve the problem of ancestral kidney deficiency, but..." The man turned around. He had a handsome face, which easily reminded people of words like "cream niche" .
"The harvest from the Palace of the Gods this time is far greater, so great that it makes people's hair stand on end." The man squeezed out a wry smile and said in a bitter voice: "We brought out a terrible thing, just like a thief entering the palace and stealing the emperor's treasure. The jade seal passed down to the country."
The girl saw despair in his eyes and frowned: "What is it?"
"Don't ask, grandma, please... Don't ask, I can't involve you anymore," the man said.
"You bastard, your wings have grown stiff?" the girl scolded with raised eyebrows.
"The news has leaked, and soon I will be hunted by the vampires all over the world, but I can't hand over that thing, not even to death. It will set off the biggest storm in the history of the vampire world. Even if you exist like me, grandma, I will also be drowned in that kind of storm. I don’t believe anyone now, and no one dares to believe it. I regret it. I regret entering the Palace of the Gods. It is a cursed place, and humans should not set foot there." A man by the river He knelt down and looked at her: "Grandma, I know that I will not escape the catastrophe. I only ask you one thing. After I die, I beg you to claim your title for twenty years. Fortunately, I have left a seed for the Li family. I will let you Master keeps the Black Water Spirit Pearl, and after twenty years, Master will give it to my son."
The girl was silent, her pretty face frosty.
"I know that you have a trump card, that you are invincible in the world, but if you do that, you will be completely dead. Then the Li family will really be in decline. After I die, you will declare yourself invincible for another twenty years, and this matter will be over. It can be settled. Anyway, as far as you are concerned, I am just a promising one among the many descendants. You are used to seeing life and death, so don’t act out of anger." The man clicked his head: "Please protect my Li family. Only flesh and blood.”
(End of chapter)