“Wuwuwu…”
"What's that sound?" Yu Qingxuan asked.
Yu Wuchen turned and looked at the grass on the side, only to see Xiaobao's round body crawling out with difficulty.
His clothes were torn to pieces, and his originally chubby face was covered with tears. His complexion was pale and looked very ugly.
There were a few weeds stuck in his messy hair. He stood there trembling with his eyes red.
She bit her purple lips without saying a word and just kept sobbing. She couldn't help feeling sad but didn't dare to cry out loud.
Like an abandoned puppy, helpless and pitiful.
Yu Qingxuan looked at Yu Wuchen in confusion, "Wang Dashi's son," Yu Wuchen said lightly.
Yu Qingxuan knew Wang Dashi. He was originally from a village at the foot of Mount Qishan and was a child of the Wang family who was responsible for delivering supplies to Mount Qishan.
Although Qishan was not as isolated from the world as it is now 20 years ago, it still had little contact with the outside world.
Once disciples of Qishan arrive at the mountain, they swear to leave only when they have separated from their master. Once they leave the master, their martial arts and memories will be erased.
There have never been many disciples in Qishan, and almost all of them have no relatives or friends, and they will die in Qishan after their lifetime.
Most people on Mount Qi are self-sufficient, but some things come from outside the mountain, so they made an agreement with a villager named Wang at the foot of the mountain.
Because things were delivered every once in a while, the way up the mountain was very secretive and complicated. Without Qishan's homemade antidote and the support of his disciples, it would be impossible to get up.
Especially since the turmoil twenty years ago, only Yu Qingxuan and Yu Wuchen were left, and Mount Qi can be said to be truly isolated from the world.
Xiaobao also followed Wang Dashi by accident because Yu Wuchen didn't care.
The child's memory was not erased, and because he was too smart, he actually remembered the secret passage.
The last time I sent a letter to Yu Wuchen, I took the secret passage. This time...
Yu Qingxuan slowed down his tone and asked, "Child, your father is Wang Dashi? What happened? Where is your father?"
Xiaobao seemed to be greatly frightened and shrank back, but because he was too weak, he sat down on the ground.
"Ah..." He let out a terrified scream, then immediately covered his mouth tightly, not daring to make another sound, tears silently flowing from his big eyes.
Yu Qingxuan frowned, feeling reluctant and said: "Wu Chen"
"Xiaobao," Yu Wuchen called out with his head down, his voice as cold as jade.
But there was an indescribable soothing feeling in Xiaobao's heart.
"Wow...wow..." Hearing Yu Wuchen's voice, Xiaobao couldn't help but get up from the ground.
She suddenly threw herself into Yu Wuchen's arms and burst into tears: "Wow...Wow...Brother Shenxian, my father is dead, and my mother is dead too.
Pi, Pi Monkey is dead too, and Pi Monkey, woo… Pi Monkey’s grandfather, everyone is dead, woo…
Daddy and Mommy are both dead, they killed Daddy and Mommy... those bad guys, Brother Shenxian, Xiaobao's daddy and mommy..."
Xiaobao spoke intermittently while sobbing, and although his words were not very clear, Yu Qingxuan and Yu Wuchen understood.
The area around Qishan is sparsely populated. It is said that the Yu family has guarded Qishan for a thousand years, and the village at the foot of Qishan has also been inhabited by generations for hundreds of years.
It is too remote and inconvenient to communicate with the outside world, but it is the place where our ancestors have lived for generations, so the people living at the foot of the mountain have hardly ever thought about moving away.
Except for people like Xiaobao's father who occasionally go to the town closest to the village, which is a three-day walk away, to buy some things.
Most people don’t know what the outside world is like. Others may think that this place is poor and barren, but they think it is a paradise, peaceful and harmonious.
In this idyllic village, more than 300 people were massacred. Xiaobao might not understand, but they did.
Because of Qishan, Xiaobao's father, mother and all the villagers were killed.
Xiaobao was a child after all. Even after encountering a disaster, he was able to run to the mountain with fear and grief. But now he fell asleep after crying.
Yu Wuchen held Xiaobao in his arms and took him to the bedroom.
"Wu Chen, everyone says that demons bring disaster to the world, but that's still not enough compared to the evil of human hearts.
The rules of the Yu Clan state that from the day the contract is signed, one must devote his entire life to protecting those within the Yu Clan.
You should have signed the contract when you were twenty, but because of your teacher, you had to take on this important task at the young age of five.
Your teacher feels deeply guilty. Now the blood sacrifice is about to fail and disaster is approaching. Your teacher can no longer help you.
However, fortunately, you have been smart since childhood and are well aware of the mystery of the song of Soothing the Demon.
You have a cold temperament, and as your teacher, I only want you to remember that the people are unfortunate and innocent.
Although it is difficult to defy fate, we must do our best.”
Yu Qingxuan's heavy and old voice followed Yu Wuchen's footsteps, word by word, sentence by sentence scattered in the wind, ethereal and unreal.
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