Chapter 510——End of the text——

The maple leaves are as red as fire, the blood has flowed away, but the parasite remains.

The next moment, the ground cracked.

Everything that was assimilated began to display garbled characters.

Countless spiritual powers surged out from the corpse on the ground.

The extremely yang energy spreads out.

Pure spiritual energy began to sweep across the corpse-strewn land.

[——Zi——System error correction in progress]

【System——Zi——】

[——Sizzle——Sizzle——]

【Assimilation degree 99%】

The pure and strong spiritual power spread faster and faster, spreading from Yantian Sect, sweeping across the sky and covering the ground.

A weed breaks through the soil.

The sun has regained its warmth.

The maple leaves have veins again.

Those who are assimilated while alive begin to have a sense of struggle.

[Assimilation degree 90%]

[Assimilation degree 50%]

【Assimilation Degree——Zi——】

The first person to wake up from the Xuanling Sect rushed out.

The two feet alternate, like the spreading yang energy, like the wind blowing through mountains and rivers without leaving a trace, like the rain falling on green steps leaving an imprint, like - a new life.

【Assimilation degree 0】

【——Zi——Operation failed】

【——Sizzle——】

The system could no longer make any sound, and the last assimilated leaf was burned to death by the extremely yang energy.

System, disappeared.

The world is restored to order.

When the person who regained consciousness first ran to Yantian Sect, his body trembled suddenly.

It is autumn now, and the mountains are covered with red maple leaves.

The wind is blowing and the clouds are light.

Rich spiritual energy was everywhere, and Yantian Sect was silent, with only corpses scattered all over the ground.

The living person who was parasitized woke up.

The dead cannot be resurrected.

Yantian Sect, how come it was... destroyed?

The man picked up all the fallen talismans and stepped up the stairs step by step.

He lightly approached the person kneeling on the ground, and just as his hand landed, the body fell to the ground helplessly.

Turned white in an instant.

It stands out among the brilliant maple leaves.

Xiao Yuan's fingertips trembled, and she couldn't hold back her tears any longer. (Chapter 52)

"Brother Ye!"

How could the Yantian Sect be destroyed? How could Ye Xingzhou die?

How could the person who showed him the way to survival, the person who was always fresh in his memory, suddenly die?

He clearly had no injuries at all, how could he die? How could he die???

Xiao Yuan was covered in sweat but couldn't keep his tears from flowing, so he bit his lips tightly.

The first time he met Ye Xingzhou, Ye Xingzhou helped him buy a coffin and clean up. The last time he met Ye Xingzhou, he collected the bodies of Ye Xingzhou and everyone in Yantian Sect.

Xiao Yuan was obedient, but the requirements of Yantian Sect were too high and he couldn't keep up with the basics, so he joined Xuanling Sect and started as an outer disciple, taking a repair pill to heal his tongue.

Later, while cleaning the outer courtyard, he saw Ye Xingzhou hurriedly entering the sect from afar. (Chapter 447)

Before they had time to recognize each other, Ye Xingzhou left in a hurry.

At that time, as soon as Ye Xingzhou left, Xiao Yuan's body was out of control.

The consciousness is clear, the body is under immortal control, and fixed movements are repeated over and over again.

Xiao Yuan had always wanted to find Ye Xingzhou. He waited and waited, and finally, when he could control his body again, he ran here as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly.

Yan Tianzong and Man Zong died.

It was the people of Yantian Sect who took action and destroyed the Immortal who controlled the body.

But they could never wake up again.

Maple leaves fell rustlingly. Xiao Yuan wiped away her tears and saw clearly the words left by Ye Xingzhou.

But he couldn't understand what was written.

Xiao Yuan stared at the corpses all over the ground in a daze for a long time, then finally came to his senses and took action.

With his meager spiritual power, he dug a deep pit in the mountain covered with red maple leaves.

One tree, one pit.

From night to day.

From sunrise to sunset.

There are ten thousand and one people, and here, there are exactly ten thousand and one trees.

Zhiyang Zong died at Wangchuan Cliff.

Yan Tianzong died in the maple forest.

Including Ye Xingzhou, the number of people in the Zhiyang Sect is exactly the same.

Protected by spiritual power, the corpse did not change at all.

After the last pit was dug, Xiao Yuan looked back with sweat all over his forehead, but there was nothing behind him.

Ye Xingzhou's body disappeared.

Xiao Yuan searched everywhere in the maple forest.

Suddenly, I smelled the aroma of wheat.

It is the aroma of ripe wheat. (Chapter 34)

Suddenly, there was a sound of leaves being crushed behind me.

Xiao Yuan's heart skipped a beat and he twisted his stiff neck to look back.

The aroma of wheat wafts across the earth.

A short-haired little boy with bright eyes appeared out of nowhere behind him. Even though his eyebrows and eyes had not yet grown, they looked particularly familiar.

"Hello?"

The little boy greeted him, then turned his head and looked curiously at the new graves that could be seen everywhere, without any fear at all.

"What are you doing here alone?"

The little boy was very friendly and started talking.

"Why don't these graves have tombstones? This is the first time I've seen this."

"Wow, this tree is huge! The trunk is perfect for a swing!"

The little boy was a chatterbox as soon as he opened his mouth, talking non-stop to himself.

After he had said enough and no one responded, the little boy tilted his head to look at Xiao Yuan.

Xiao Yuan was already in tears.

"Why are you crying? I'm only eight years old and I haven't cried in ten years. If you think I'm nagging you, just say it earlier. I can just keep quiet—"

The little boy was very quick-witted. "If you're afraid of graves, I'll protect you. I'm also a Taoist priest, and I can draw talismans to fight zombies!"

As he spoke, the little boy dug into his pocket, took out a pen and some cut paper, and started scribbling a few words.

"Here, a Haha Talisman, a Tickle Talisman, and a Burp Talisman."

"Don't be afraid of graves. There are no ghosts there. My parents said that spring lives in the graves. When winter passes and spring comes, grass starts to grow on the graves. I really like playing with the grass on my grandfather's grave. It always grows dogtail grass."

"Dogtail grass is so fun, I can also weave kittens——"

Fresh faces accompanied by childish voices, and the aroma of autumn wheat fills the nose.

"May I have your name?"

Xiao Yuan's voice was trembling uncontrollably, and tears were already overflowing from his eyes.

"You ask me."

The little boy tilted his head and pointed at himself. Although he didn't understand why Xiao Yuan suddenly asked his name, he still answered.

"My name is Ye Xingzhou, and my parents like to call me Jinghe."

Xiao Yuan suddenly squatted down and hugged the child tightly in his arms.

Tears rolled down my face and my heart beat loudly.

Ye Xingzhou didn't understand why Xiao Yuan was crying, but he still patted his shoulder.

"May I have your name?"

"...Yuan Man."

Xiao Yuan's voice choked with sobs, "My name is... Yuan Man."

Ye Xingzhou asked, "Are you sad? Why are you sad?"

Yuan Man couldn't utter a word.

Ye Xingzhou stepped out of Yuan Man's arms and gave the three talismans to Yuan Man, putting them into the talisman box.

He looked at the graves around him, then at Xiao Yuan's worn fingertips and hands covered in dirt, and he understood something.

"Don't be sad. I'll tell you a secret. I can draw a resurrection talisman. Your name is Yuanman. If I can resurrect everyone, then everything will be perfect."

Ye Xingzhou took out the last piece of yellow paper from his pocket, scratched his head and bit his nose, and finally started writing.

His wise eyes lit up, and he wrote two crooked words on the paper: fuhuo.

If you don't know how to write duplicate characters using pinyin, you will be scolded by the teacher when school starts.

It's really simple and crude.

Yuan Man's pupils trembled and his face showed surprise.

The paper glowed with golden light, with stars scattered everywhere.

Not a star point.

It's an ear of wheat.

It's like grains of wheat scattering in the air.

A grain of wheat, a life.

At this point, the way of heaven came into being and began to operate.

Ye Xingzhou was also stunned, tilting his head back and couldn't help but exclaim.

Several shouts were heard.

"Ye Xingzhou, where are you?"

"Ye Jinghe!"

"Ye Jinghe, wait until I find you, I'll definitely make your ass burst!"

Ye Xingzhou opened his eyes and looked around in panic, "My dad is going to beat me up! How am I going to get back? How am I going to get back?"

Suddenly, Ye Xingzhou's body began to dissipate.

Yuan Man came back to his senses, thought of something, and brought Ye Xingzhou to a line of words.

"What do these words mean?"

Ye Xingzhou exclaimed, "He's just like me, my parents are also police officers!"

Maple leaves fall and people disperse.

I saw the handwriting read.

"My parents are narcotics officers."

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