Chapter 212 [Death of Xuanyuan Dapan (Part )]

A heavy rain came suddenly, with mist and raindrops as big as beans.

Huishan Mountain is extremely high, hidden in the clouds, and looks like a fairyland.

It's raining, the air is fresh, but people may not be in a good mood.

The courtyard walls are covered with vines, the flower season has passed, and the leaves have turned yellow.

The owner of the yard used to love cleaning, but now he allows spider webs to grow everywhere.

Spider webs can be seen at the four corners of the pavilion.

It's hard to sweep away people, so why bother about the spider webs?

Outside the courtyard there is a fish tank the size of an adult's arms, with goldfish swimming happily, tumbling and blowing bubbles.

But it is difficult to escape the shackles of the fish tank and gain freedom.

The same is true for people.

The woman had a pretty figure, but had no interest in putting on makeup. It was a sad thing for her to die.

The bowl containing the bait in his hand was not big, and there was not much bait, but it flowed slowly and steadily, causing the goldfish to jump for joy.

Raindrops fell into the fish tank, splashing bubbles. Although they were beautiful, they kept bursting.

Not long lasting.

There seemed to be a trace of sorrow between the woman's brows, which seemed to have lingered for a long time and had formed over the years.

An oil-paper umbrella embroidered with sunflowers came outside the yard, and someone was standing under the umbrella.

The raindrops hit the umbrella and dripped down along the edge, but they could not hide the madness in that person's eyes.

"Sister-in-law, I'm here to see you again. It's raining. It's ok to let your heart get cold, but don't let your body get cold."

Amid laughter, the visitor stepped over the threshold, his steps brisk and impatient.

He didn't care much about the mud on his trouser legs and just let it get dirty.

Dirty clothes can be washed and worn again.

Even if a person is dirty, he can still sleep after washing.

After all, she is a woman that our ancestor has slept with, and it’s exciting just to think about it.

The rain is getting heavier.

The visitor's laughter seemed to have frightened the fish, so they hid underwater and did not want to show their heads.

"The old man is back. You should know that everything is coming to an end."

Xuanyuan Jingxuan walked to the fish tank and took a look inside.

"Sister-in-law, don't you want to do something to relieve your physical and mental fatigue in such a heavy rain?"

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve and the goldfish in the fish tank suddenly floated to the surface of the water, its belly turned white, and it was dead.

"My good-for-nothing brother has not even dared to enter the yard for so many years. Sister-in-law, you must be lonely, right?"

The woman avoided the outstretched hand without leaving a trace, turned back to the house and tried to close the door.

But he was stopped and could not get what he wanted.

The woman knew that she was as dirty as a rag and could not be washed clean, and she did not want to get dirtier.

Just because you feel dead doesn't mean anyone can sleep soundly.

A withered body, a walking corpse.

It's not that I don't want to resist, but I'm powerless to change the situation.

The wind blew hard, and the windows creaked, threatening to fall apart at any moment and be swept away by the rain.

"Sister-in-law, just obey me today.

Nothing tastes better than dumplings, I must try them today!"

The oil-paper umbrella embroidered with sunflowers was thrown on the ground, left to be blown to the corner by the strong wind, staining the soil and dead grass.

A pair of scissors slid out from the woman's sleeve.

It is human nature to fear death, but we have no choice.

What’s even more desperate is that you don’t get to choose your own life or death.

The scissors were taken away.

"Come on you!"

It was raining heavily, their animal nature was running wild, their lust was burning, and they had no regard for human ethics or decency.

There was a sound of clothes tearing in the house.

It is difficult to survive in troubled times, and it is even more difficult for beautiful women.

The roots of troubles.

Often become playthings under the skirts of the strong.

"You're really not picky about food."

The sound of the violent storm was clear, penetrating the rain curtain and entering the house, and the handwriting was clear and full of sarcasm.

"you again!"

Xuanyuan Jingxuan held a half-torn sleeve in his hand. The shape of the sleeve was irregular and it could not be intact after being subjected to such violence.

The young woman stood straight, her face as sad as a dead person, motionless.

Since I can't resist, I just let him bully me.

Even if I want to shed tears, I'm too lazy to shed them.

There was no crying, shouting, or roaring.

Because it's useless.

It will also arouse the beast's more exciting and dirty desires.

Women see things clearly.

I only regret that I am powerless to kill the enemy.

The rain continued to fall as a man and a woman walked slowly towards them.

The fairy-like figure in the mortal world, holding an oil-paper umbrella, leaned slightly towards the boy. The raindrops fell on her shoulders and turned into ice cubes.

There was water on the ground, and the entire yard wall, the vines around, and the dead fish were all frozen into ice.

Xuanyuan Jingxuan looked horrified.

"The ancestor has returned to the mountain and ordered me to be the head of the family. You must not act recklessly!"

The words were harsh, but the man retreated.

He stopped walking only after stumbling onto a potted plant in the house.

"Now that I have obtained the old ancestor's red elixir, I have already entered the realm of the finger mysticism. I may not lose to you. Don't force me!"

The aura that emanated from his body was undoubtedly Zhixuan.

The pills are piled up to break through the realm, but they are just for show.

The young man in white stopped and looked at the fish tank.

The fish are dead.

The bowl and plate containing the bait fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The bait rolled everywhere and was soaked by rain water, and the smell was lost.

"In fact, you are not worth a piece of ice iron..."

The voice was not loud, but the meaning was clear.

"You dare to kill me?" Xuanyuan Jingxuan was not stupid and he understood immediately.

"Whatever price Xuanyuan Jingcheng offers, I'll pay double, no, ten times!"

Both refer to the mystery, the important thing is to know yourself.

He didn't dare to make a move.

I didn't plan to take action.

How could I be a match for two people who could fight against the heavenly phenomena and remain undefeated?

Being able to bend and stretch is a way to survive.

Face, dignity, or life, which is more important?
"Oh?"

The young man paused for a moment, and it seemed as if he saw hope of survival.

"I have a piece of thousand-year-old black iron, the hiding place of which is only known to me. If you let me go, I will definitely give it to you with both hands!"

The rain is getting heavier.

The wind blew the rain slantingly and drifted into the house.

There was an ice sculpture in the room, with its arms stretched forward and its mouth wide open, as if it wanted to say something, but it was frozen in an instant.

The woman looked at the ice sculpture beside her with a focused gaze. The ice sculpture was holding half a sleeve in its hand.

She bent down, picked up the scissors, and stabbed the ice sculpture.

The knife hits the heart.

The scissors are sharp, but they can hardly break the ice sculpture, leaving only a few scratches.

When she turned around, the man and woman had disappeared.

The whole yard has been thawed.

The rain is still heavy.

Only the ice sculptures stand.

A crisp clicking sound echoed in the house.

The woman turned around, and the ice sculpture shattered, with pieces all over the ground.

No blood.

Only crushed ice.

On this day, there was a heavy rain in Huishan, which seemed to wash away all the dust.

Autumn rain and cool mountain wind, blood stains the coffin.

The cleansing of Huishan was carried out silently under the heavy rain.

The heavy smell of blood was all well concealed, without any trace.

Daxueping is an endless grassland that is like spring all year round with green grass.

The mist and rain were hazy, the grass was swaying, and it looked like an oil painting at first glance.

A man and a woman came through the air in the rainstorm.

All the raindrops around froze into ice and turned into icicles when they stuck into the ground.

The endless green grass stopped swaying and turned into icicles.

The extreme cold spread, freezing everything.

"I really don't know whether to live or die!"

The sound was as loud as thunder, shaking the sky.

The sound waves spread, breaking the ice sculptures of green grass on the ground.

The crane-like man with white hair and fluttering white hair walked out step by step with his hands behind his back.

As he took a step forward, the ice sculptures on the ground began to shatter and spread in all directions.

“Enter, and I will clean up Huishan!”

The sound is like a loud bell, driving away the clouds in the sky.

The heavy rain has stopped!
With such means, he is already a god on earth.

The entire Huishan Mountain, and even the Longhu Mountain on the other side of the river, were also shocked at this moment.

"Land God!"

Countless people of the Xuanyuan family were ecstatic and headed towards Daxueping.

Witness this legendary fairyland.

(End of this chapter)