Ghost King Sect.
The sky was gloomy, without a trace of light. All around were unconscious dead souls, walking aimlessly towards the six realms of reincarnation.
Feng Qingyang stood beside the Six Paths of Reincarnation, his eyes looking at the void in front of him. There was a huge gear, slowly rotating and emitting the power of reincarnation.
"Qingyang, are you sure you want to enter the reincarnation?"
The Ghost King stood beside him. Although he was so powerful, there was no aura of a strong man around him. He looked like a kind old man.
"I have to go. Since I have inherited the power of Feng Shui, I must control it. The King Qin Guang, the first of the Ten Yama Palaces, is in reincarnation, so I must go find him!"
Feng Qingyang took a deep breath and spoke slowly. As he said this, he sat cross-legged on the edge of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, his eyes staring into the void, appearing somewhat deep.
At this moment, he recalled the last scene in the Qingqiu Ancient Cemetery...
The ancient mysteries of the Shang Dynasty, the origins of the four ancient gods, and Su Daji's sacrifice, all of these made his calm heart tremble uncontrollably.
"The origin of the zombie clan, it turns out, is not just this, maybe, the world I once imagined, it - really exists!
Feng Qingyang murmured, turned his hand and clapped his forehead, then a purple little man appeared, and he respectfully bowed to the Ghost King beside him.
"Qingyang, even I cannot interfere with the power of reincarnation without authorization. You must take care of yourself. I will send you to the location closest to King Qin Guang, but you have to find the specific place yourself!"
The ghost king's faint voice came to Feng Qingyang's ears. Feng Qingyang did not answer but nodded. In an instant, the ghost king clasped his hands together, and the vast gears suddenly became happy. At the same time, a huge suction force was transmitted, which immediately sucked Feng Qingyang in.
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In the void space, there are many undead souls wandering around. They are plain and simple, like a piece of white paper, floating aimlessly in the void. Suddenly, a ray of light came from the void, and at the same time, a suction force came.
But one of the purple little men came out first, flew in front of the many undead spirits, and dived down!
“Wow…Wow…”
From some unknown small mountain village, there came the sound of a baby crying. Feng Qingyang opened his eyes, only to find the place unfamiliar. Standing next to him was a young man, and next to him, lay a kind-looking woman.
"How is the child?"
The woman spoke weakly. Although she was tired, her tone was filled with uncontrollable joy.
"Very healthy! You should rest more, I will make some chicken soup!"
The young man spoke, then turned and walked out of the room and headed towards the kitchen outside. Not long after, a fragrance wafted from his mouth.
Feng Qingyang's eyes were bright and he wanted to speak. Just as he opened his mouth, he heard a loud baby cry. Just when he was feeling depressed, he smelled the fragrance of breast milk.
"Don't cry, kid..." Feng Qingyang was stunned. At that moment, he even felt like he was a baby, not someone who came to look for King Qin Guang!
Time passed slowly, one day, two days, three days, one year, two years, three years...
Five years later, Feng Qingyang had grown to about one meter tall. He stood in the courtyard outside the cottage, with his hands behind his back, looking at the sky in front of him, a trace of confusion flashed in his little eyes.
"Who am I? Am I Feng Qingyang or Yu Xiaohu?"
He muttered to himself. Behind him, a man came over gently, picked him up, and poked his face with his bearded chin, which felt a little painful.
She raised her hand to resist, but it only resulted in her small hand gently stroking the man's chin, causing laughter to burst out from behind.
"Today is the first time that Xiaohu learned to walk. Let's celebrate today. I stewed the wild boar I hunted yesterday." The man said to the woman behind him.
Feng Qingyang struggled to the ground. He was obviously walking fast, but in fact he could only walk slowly, staggering from side to side, looking extremely adorable.
"Who am I?" He thought as he walked. His foot slipped and he suddenly fell. The moment he hit the bottom, he saw something under his feet. When he looked up, he saw the man looking at him deeply.
"I'm Yu Xiaohu!"
This was the only thought left in his mind. The moment he woke up, he forgot who he was and completely merged into the body of a three-year-old child.
Spring went and autumn came, and another summer passed. At this moment, Yu Xiaohu was already fifteen years old and had grown to about 1.78 meters tall. His broad and dark body even overshadowed his father.
On this day, he came down from the mountain carrying a wild boar and saw his father sitting by the river fishing. The originally youthful man had now reached middle age, with traces of time carved on his face, and wrinkles visible underneath.
"Father, I'm back."
Yu Xiaohu spoke loudly, his face covered in sweat, and walked to the middle-aged man. He put the wild boar on his shoulder to the ground, and sat down next to him.
He wiped the sweat off his face and quietly watched the middle-aged man put down his fishing rod to fish. In his impression, his father had always been a bit mysterious. Although he was born in a mountain village, he always liked to do things that only literati and scholars would do.
"puff!"
Suddenly, the calm water surface began to tremble, and the middle-aged man swung his fishing rod, and a small fish the size of a palm was pulled out of the water and placed in the wooden barrel beside him with a whoosh.
"Father, why do you always put the fish you catch back? You should eat them right after you catch them." Yu Xiaohu said to the middle-aged man with a puzzled look on his face.
"This fish is not the one I want. How can I eat it?" The middle-aged man threw the fish back into the river without even looking back, then threw away the fishing rod and sat there quietly again.
"Then what kind of fish do you want..." Yu Xiaohu was even more confused. He never understood what this middle-aged man did. If he couldn't eat it, why did he catch it
"The fish I want is no longer in the water, but somewhere else. Although he is a fish, he is not my fish alone, so I cannot eat him."
He said this meaningfully, and then stopped talking. Instead, he stared at a float in the water. He knew that as long as the float moved, a fish would be caught.
Yu Xiaohu seemed to be lost in thought. He sat next to the middle-aged man, his previous words echoing in his mind, but he couldn't figure it out with his rough brain.
If you can't figure it out, there's no need to think about it anymore. After thinking for a while, he stood up, said goodbye to him, and carried the wild boar towards his home.
Shortly after he left, the middle-aged man who had been concentrating on fishing suddenly raised his head, looked at his back, and a struggle flashed in his eyes.
"The fish I want to catch is you! But you don't belong to me alone, you also belong to her!"