I’ll Slaughter My Way to Immortality on the Bones of Betrayers

In his past life, to save all living beings, Lu Hengge burned away his divine soul, shattered his body, and with his own strength alone, stopped the protagonist of destiny from activating the Heaven a...

Chapter 252 A heavy snow froze a man to death

The people around him moved away from Lu Hen Ge with some disgust. They did not recognize the mighty Zuo Hu Hou of the past, but only thought of him as an old beggar, an old madman.

His back was bent even more.

Lu Hen Ge knew very well that he would not live long.

Even if he didn't die in the execution, his body was already half buried in the ground. While staggering, Lu Hen Ge suddenly thought of something.

“It would be great if I could cultivate immortality.”

"If you become an immortal, you won't be bullied by these things, and you don't need to fear death."

There was a hint of hope in Lu Hen Ge's eyes.

He wants to become an immortal.

Once this thought came up, I couldn't suppress it anymore, but the world is so big, where can I find an immortal?

The light of hope is extinguished.

Lu Hen Ge no longer yearned for illusory things, and returned to his hometown with a crutch, where his parents' graves were.

Lu Hen Ge walked for a long time before returning to his hometown.

Look up again.

Autumn has passed and winter has arrived again.

The first snow of the year began to fall from the sky.

Lu Hen Ge was so thin that only bones were left on his body. There was only a sporadic light in his cloudy eyes. When this light went out, it would be the time of his death.

Suddenly.

Lu Hen Ge felt tired.

He wanted to be buried with his parents, but he had no money to buy land or a coffin. Leaning against the side of the tombstone, Lu Hen Ge opened his mouth wide and swallowed Luoxue into his stomach.

Eat snow when you are thirsty, and eat snow when you are hungry.

In the last moment before closing his eyes, Lu Hen Ge seemed to see a different self. He was somewhere unknown, wearing a black robe, with silver hair, holding an ordinary long sword in his hand, looking like a hero in a martial arts novel.

“If only… I could cultivate immortality… that would be great…”

Lu Hen Ge closed his eyes.

The first snow in midwinter.

A man named Lu Hen Ge froze to death beside two tombstones. The heavy snow was sobbing, and no one knew how long it would last.