It is a bright spring time, and it is the time when all things are full of vitality. The spring breeze blows through the clear river water, causing some ripples.
The boy's shadow was reflected on the surface of the river, as if projected into a dim mirror.
He habitually wanted to bite his lower lip to hold back all the sounds of pain, but as soon as he opened his lips, the wound on his lower lip was pulled, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat.
The wounds on my body were so painful that I almost forgot that my mouth was already on the tree and I bit it because I was trying to endure the pain.
There was no emotion in the boy's eyes. He just frowned and carefully tore open the clothes and wounds that were corroded by the bad water. Every time he pulled, it felt like he was tearing open his own flesh.
The most serious injury was on his shoulder because the bottle of bad water was originally aimed at his face.
He woke up for some unknown reason and subconsciously avoided the attack, which caused his hands to move from his face to his shoulders and waist.
It was not until the sun was about to set that the boy managed to tear off all the clothes that were stuck to his body. Some of the clothes had already embedded in his flesh, and he didn't know what to do with them for the time being.
Let it be, no matter what, just like the needles left in his bones by those people before, no matter what.
Even though he was tortured and covered with wounds by those people, he still lived and could see the sunlight of the next day. In a sense, he really was a disaster star... The young man lowered his eyes, because his lips were tightly pursed, the wound on his lower lip that had just begun to heal split open again, and blood oozed out like red beads and spread on his skin again.
His hands, which had been almost numb from being soaked in ice after being teased by those people some time ago, had been extremely itchy these days. The boy knew it was related to the rotten pustules on his hands, but he didn't know how to solve it.
There were many sleepless nights when he couldn't tell whether the feeling that was driving him crazy was itchy or painful.
Just like now, he felt his lower lip itchy, he reached out to scratch it but got a hand full of blood, and the nerves on his face twitched with pain.
The longer he stayed in Xuanmen, the more he felt that everything in the world was meaningless.
There is no point in curing his chilblained hands, taking out the needle stuck in his bones, cleaning the wounds on his body, living...
There is no point either...
The young boy looked at the setting sun. The afterglow shone into his eyes unobstructed, and he shed tears with an expressionless face.
But he can only stay in Xuanmen, he can't go anywhere.
He is the calamity star that all the magicians of Xuanmen have tried their best to predict.
In the future, the whole world will be in darkness because of him.
It would be dark and gloomy. If there ever came a day like that in this world, he wanted to see it. He was already extremely fed up with the sun rising every day.
The sun shines on him every day, just as those people torture him in different ways every day, calling it "punishment."
The young man was breathing weakly, his naked upper body was covered with scars, new wounds overlapping old ones, almost covering every part of his body.
This place should not be found by those people. Mixed with fatigue and pain, he leaned against a big rock by the river and fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again, the moonlight had spread all over the lake, and the rippling waves looked like a silver sea.
The boy has never seen the sea.
He was brought to Xuanmen at a very young age as an important person who needed to be vigilant and supervised, and he has never walked out until now.
His impression of the sea came from the pictures he saw in books.
The boy didn't know how wide and vast the real ocean was. He could only try his best to imagine it. A boundless lake or sea...that was roughly what it was.
A pile of fresh wild fruits next to a big rock attracted his attention.
It happened again.
This was not the first time he had received such kind help, it had happened several times before.
In Xuanmen where everyone hated and tortured him, it was so rare to find someone who was kind to him. At first, the young man was happy and excited, and wanted to secretly find this "kind-hearted person".
He set up ambushes for this several times, but found nothing. Later, as he practiced more Xuanmen skills, he realized that the people who helped him were not human beings, but some lonely ghosts wandering in the mountains and forests.
This made him believe even more that he was the disaster predicted by the elders of the sect.
Otherwise, how come he couldn't find anyone who liked him when he was in the Xuanmen, whose mission was to "eliminate demons and defend the way", and instead attracted the kindness of the little ghost?
The boy picked up the wild fruits in silence, and the bitter and astringent taste bloomed on his tongue.
The little ghost who provided him with help might have wandered in the mountains for too long, and its memory of its previous life as a human was worn out and shattered. It didn't know that the human tongue prefers sour and sweet tastes, so it just saw the beautiful fruits and picked them for him.
One time, the boy ate it without any careful consideration and fainted for a long time.
The big bright red fruit is poisonous.
Although the fruits in his hand didn't taste good, they were juicy enough to satisfy his hunger, and most importantly, they were non-toxic.
The boy nodded his thanks to the air, and his voice was hoarse as if it had been sanded by sandpaper.
"Thank you."
When he couldn't see, the little ghosts circled around him and the big rock in a panic.
A child's voice cried, "What should we do... Xiao Hei is almost being bullied to death by those people!"
"How pitiful! How pitiful!"
"Quiet down! Don't you know your voice is harsh?" a calm voice said dissatisfiedly.
The child cried even more miserably, "Xiao Hei won't mind my harsh voice! He will even thank me for picking fruits for him! He is not like an impolite guy like you!"
The calm voice said helplessly: "That's because he can't hear you at all..."
The aggrieved crying of the child soon attracted many wandering souls in the mountains.
"What happened again?"
The child sobbed, "Everyone... let's find a way to save Xiao Hei..."
An old soul circled around the boy twice, examining him carefully. "This injury is too severe. He really won't live long."
The child's soul almost fainted upon hearing this, but it was already dead and could not faint.
The old soul sighed, "In fact, as long as he is willing to beg those Xuanmen elders, they will help save him."
The child screamed in despair, "They won't! They turned a blind eye to what these disciples did, and they just wanted to force him to death!"
"This will not only protect the reputation of these Xuanmen elders, but also eliminate the disaster predicted by the prophecy!"
"That's not true." The old soul said in a deep voice: "They do think so, but they will also help to save Xiao Hei."
"Xiao Hei is still young, just a non-aggressive teenager. If they let him die at this moment, the reputation of Xuanmen will be ruined."
"The reason they still keep him is so that one day in the future, when Xiao Hei can no longer bear it and reveals his vicious side, they can have a good reason..."
"Kill him."
“Then they will truly have eliminated future troubles, not waiting for the future, but having already done it. Only then will they have truly achieved their goal.”
The moonlight shone through the bodies of these wandering souls onto the young man's pale face, making his bloodless face seem to have life and luster.
A child's voice said softly: "We can't let them do this to Xiao Hei..."
"Their good plan will never come true!" (End of this chapter)
