Chapter 109 Low-level demon hunter vs. weak fox spirit (5)

"Don't be sad." Auntie Wang comforted the young man in front of her with red eyes.

It's true that the God of Hell wants people to die at three o'clock in the morning, and will never let them live until five o'clock. Her husband fell to his death last night, and today she learned the sad news of Meng Yuanfang's death.

"Auntie, you should also express your condolences." The white flower pinned on Meng Zhu's chest was eye-catching,

and his face was expressionless. And because of the new village official's coming to power, there are new regulations on marriage and funerals. Later, he can only hang a white sail on his father's grave, and even paper

money cannot be burned. "You talk to your father here, and I will go back to help my old man Wang get dressed. Although he died in an undignified way, he must be treated decently in the underworld." As she spoke, Auntie Wang couldn't stop crying again, "How can this person just die like that?" "Excuse

me." Meng Zhu knelt in front of his father's body, his eyes were red, and his eye bags were swollen into crescent shapes.

He had cried enough when no one was around this morning. Now, looking at the corpse, he couldn't cry at all. He felt empty inside.

If his father hadn't said that his good friend Hu Shiyi was still alive in his mother's tomb, he might not have been able to hold on.

"I'm going back. I won't say anything more." Aunt Wang felt bad, too. She pulled her sleeves to wipe her tears and walked quickly towards home.

As the sun gradually set in the west and the shade fell on his head, Meng Zhuan got up and bowed to the tomb again and again: "Mother, I'm sorry."

In the evening, no one would come to the cemetery at all. He knelt on the ground and dug his mother's grave little by little with his hands. It was not

until the full moon was shining and the stars were all over the sky that he dug out a gap.

With the help of the night light, he could see clearly that it was empty inside, with nothing but the coffin.

Could it be in the coffin?

He was puzzled, and suddenly there was a voice in the coffin.

"Is it Daddy Meng?"

This familiar voice appeared in his ears. Meng Zhuan was both happy and sad. With mixed emotions, he froze in place.

"Is it Father Meng?" Shi Yi heard someone enter the tomb and guessed it was Meng Zhu, so he immediately spoke to attract his attention.

"Yes, me." He tried his best to keep his hands calm and not tremble, but his fingertips were shaking, and he kept muttering: "Hu Shiyi. It's me."

"Meng Zhu, Meng Zhu," Shi Yi pretended to be slow, "Meng Zhu, why are you here, how is Father Meng?"

Meng Zhu opened the coffin lid effortlessly, and when he saw the "thing" lying under the quilt, tears burst out instantly.

Although his face was covered with scars and his nose was hollow, he looked like a devil, but he still recognized it at a glance.

"That's great, you're not dead, that's great."

Shi Yi broke free from the quilt, revealing a mechanical arm, grabbed his arm, and asked anxiously: "What happened to Uncle Meng?"

"My father," Meng Zhu looked at this friend who had been "dead" for three years, feeling indescribable joy in his heart, and thinking of her miserable state at that time, he felt indescribable sadness. Now his only father has also left him, and he was so happy and sad that he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Is it Uncle Meng?" Shi Yi looked up at him, sadness spinning in her eyes.

In fact, she had already guessed it.

"Yes." He wiped the blood from his mouth, "My father passed away this morning, and told me you were here, so I came to find you."

"In the past three years, Uncle Meng personally extended my life, and also built these mechanical limbs for me to help me exercise. I thought I could come out..." She was already crying.

Meng Zhu heard what she said, and he already knew most of the things, and many doubts were solved.

In the past three years, every time his father finished teaching him skills, he would take food out. He thought he was going out to look for monsters, but now he knows that he was going to take care of Hu Shiyi.

"The dead are gone. Now we have to cheer up." He was sad in his heart for losing his closest relatives. But his father's instructions before his death were still vivid, and he must avenge Hu Shiyi.

Killing is not the right thing to do. But the enemies of Hu Shiyi's family were so cruel that they made them suffer the pain of skinning and chopping claws. This was a punishment more terrifying than death.

"My mother was killed so cruelly, I have to avenge her." All the emotions of the owner of the body were concentrated in one place, making it difficult for Shiyi not to empathize.

"I'll go with you." Meng Zhu looked at her with a firm look in his eyes, "My father is dead, and the only thing I care about in this world is you, my friend."

"Why are you doing this?" Shi Yi stared into his eyes, tears of emotion falling, "Why do you have to do this?"

The original owner of the body gave up [love], and she and the boy in front of her only had a deep friendship from then on.

"Do you remember when we first met, you asked me, 'Is it always right?'" Meng Zhu stretched out his hand and pulled her up, "I've thought about it for five years, and finally figured it out."

For thousands of years, demon hunters and monsters have always been in opposition. Until now, everyone thinks that demon hunters should hunt monsters, no matter whether the monster is kind or not, as long as it is a monster, it should be killed by demon hunters. But thousands of years ago, when monsters just existed, humans had not yet bred a tribe of demon hunters.

It has never been like this.

"We are friends, right?!" Shi Yi smiled and stood beside him, standing side by side with him.

The demon hunters and demons have always been at war, but she and the boy in front of her knew each other when they were young, and they are about to fight side by side. They will be the most compatible friends

. "We will always be the most sincere friends." The boy gently patted her shoulder, smiling sincerely, "We will avenge your mother together."

"Okay." Shi Yi clenched his fist and touched his shoulder, "Do you want to try the pair of limbs that Daddy Meng made for me? They are not inferior to the previous ones."

"Okay. Let's try it." The boy narrowed his eyes and made a posture of ready to fight.

In this narrow tomb, they used their hands as tools, going back and forth. After several actions, the boy admitted defeat.

"Daddy Meng is the best." The victorious Shi Yi was very proud.

Little did he know that the boy's eyes had already turned elsewhere.

The emotion in Meng Zhu's heart should not be called sadness, but pain.

He had seen Hu Shiyi's "beautiful" appearance before, and it would be so difficult for her to accept her current appearance when she went out.

"Don't be sad." Shiyi empathized with his emotions and comforted him with a smile, "Look, I'm still alive and well now, with my limbs and facial features. I just lost a piece of skin."

But she was indeed in pain.

These words of comfort were not enough to make her ignore the pain.

"We must take revenge." Meng Zhu held her hand tightly, with the fire of hatred in his eyes, "An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. We must never let those who hurt you and your mother have an easy time."

This was his only friend in the world, and he had the obligation and the need to share the pain with her, as well as this overwhelming hatred and resentment.

(End of this chapter)