There was a small alley in the suburbs far away from the downtown area. It was a very quiet alley. It was so quiet that no one was willing to pass by. Even beggars were unwilling to take a step into this alley. Because it was too dirty, there was not even a place to stand on the filth on the ground. This was an alley abandoned by the world.
But at this moment, the alley was no longer quiet. Waves of shouts and barks broke the silence.
"Bang!" After a loud bang, the door that was already on the verge of collapse was kicked to the ground. A young man covered in filth ran through the door and bent down, gasping for breath. The young man held a broken bowl tightly in his hand. There were some leftovers in the broken bowl, and there were a few small bones mixed in. The young man's hands that were holding the broken bowl were already covered in blood, as if he had been bitten by a dog.
"Brother." Another young man ran out of the room. His clothes were also tattered. One side of his face had normal skin, but the other side was black. This young man was Fang Ziyu, who had been missing for nearly three years.
Back then, Fang Ziyu couldn't control his demonic nature and killed the monk after witnessing his nanny being killed by Zhi Guang. After that, he ran away. He didn't know when he would run or where he would go. At that time, he only knew that he had to run far away from here and leave his life to avenge Uncle Blessing and Nanny.
Fang Ziyu finally fainted on the ground after using the last of his strength.
After waking up, Fang Ziyu found himself hiding in a dilapidated house. The house was extremely dilapidated, and the tiles were incomplete. There was not even a table or chair in the house, only straw on the ground.
Not far away from him was a young man about his age. The young man was holding a broken pot and boiling water.
It turned out that the young man was called Xu Aotian. He was one year older than Fang Ziyu and had lost his parents since he was young. He was picked up by an old beggar and brought up. The beggar had passed away a few years ago due to illness and had no money to go to the hospital. He had only left this broken house for Xu Aotian to stay in.
That day, Xu Aotian was digging wild vegetables to satisfy his hunger. He found Fang Ziyu lying unconscious in the mountains and brought him back here to recuperate. Although Xu Aotian did not say anything, Fang Ziyu knew how difficult it was for a nine-year-old child to bring a person who weighed tens of kilograms back from dozens of miles away. Just from Xu Aotian's scratched hands, he could tell how difficult it was.
From then on, Fang Ziyu stayed with Xu Aotian and soon followed him out to beg.
In the beginning, Fang Ziyu was still unapproachable and did not speak to Xu Aotian for a month. However, whenever Xu Aotian had time, he would chat with Fang Ziyu. Although he was talking to himself almost all the time, he seemed to enjoy it. Seeing that Xu Aotian did not detest his ugly face and took good care of him, Fang Ziyu gradually opened his heart to Xu Aotian. Soon, the two of them addressed each other as brothers. Although they were not biological brothers, their relationship was closer than that of real brothers.
For the past three years, Fang Ziyu had been meditating every night to cultivate the "Heavenly Demon Book". Uncle Fu had taught him the "Heavenly Demon Book" when he was three years old, and it had been nine years since then. He had never stopped for nine years, but for some reason, his mo skill was still stuck at the first level and could not break through. Fang Ziyu, who had an extremely strong will, did not give up. He believed that as long as he worked harder, he would definitely be able to reach the Ninth Heaven. By then, he would be the first person to completely master the " Heavenly Demon Book " since it was created. What kind of realm would that be? Perhaps he would be invincible. At that time, he would kill his enemies one by one in the cultivation world.
Just like that, during the day, he would follow Xu Aotian to beg or go up the mountain to dig wild vegetables to feed his hunger. At night, he would practice the Heavenly Demon Book alone. It wasn't that Fang Ziyu didn't want to teach the book to Xu Aotian, but it was just that the book was based on demonic techniques, and it would be harmful for an ordinary person like Xu Aotian to cultivate it. Fang Ziyu's father had already stated this in the book. It was because he cultivated this "Heavenly Demon Book" that his body turned into a demon and grew some unknown body hair. However, Fang Ziyu didn't have this kind of psychological burden, because his face was already very ugly, and he had been ridiculed since he was young. After practicing the "Heavenly Demon Book", even if he became uglier, it didn't matter if he was ridiculed even more. In such an environment, they lived day after day for three years.
Fang Ziyu's expression changed when he saw the wound on Xu Aotian's hand. He said,"You're fighting for food with Big Black again?"
"There's no other way. People nowadays are getting less and less sympathetic." Xu Aotian smiled bitterly. I've been begging on the street all day today, but I haven't gotten a single cent. When he came back, he saw that the damned Chen family's Big Black was eating, so he snatched it over first. Fortunately, those disgusting things outside the alley helped a lot. That damned Chen did not dare to come in, hehe. Are you hungry? Hurry up and eat it." As he spoke, he handed the bowl to Fang Ziyu.
Fang Ziyu reached out his trembling hand, but he didn't take the broken bowl. Instead, he walked around it and gently stroked the scarred arms in front of him, asking softly,""Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." Xu Aotian shook his head hard and said in a childish voice,"Ziyu, we're brothers. Since you've already called me big brother, I have the responsibility to take care of you.”
After pondering for a long time, Fang Ziyu gritted his teeth and plucked a shiny black rope from his neck. At the end of the rope was a rag that was also shiny black. He gently lifted the rag, and a rectangular, snow-white, transparent jade appeared in front of his eyes. There were some strange symbols carved on the jade, which did not seem to be the language of any country. Fang Ziyu held the jade stone gently. A cold aura passed through his palm, followed his blood vessels, and reached his heart. Fang Ziyu let out a breath of cold air and looked at the piece of jade with reluctance. He handed it to Xu Aotian and said softly,"Brother, sell it."
Xu Aotian's face darkened as he shoved the jade back into Fang Ziyu's hand and said firmly,"No, Ziyu, this is the only thing your parents left for you.”
"But…"
"Don't say 'but'. A man can't sell his parents' belongings even if he dies of poverty or starvation. Ziyu, if you still treat me as your brother, you're not allowed to casually say that you want to sell this jade stone anymore, understand? Otherwise, big brother will really be angry."
"Alright, brother, I'll listen to you." Sighing, Fang Ziyu hung the jade back on his neck and wrapped it in a cloth.
Xu Aotian handed the broken bowl to Fang Ziyu and smiled,"You must be starving. Hurry up and eat."
Without saying anything, Fang Ziyu took the bowl from Xu Aotian's hands and lowered his head to eat the rice. Xu Aotian was smiling at his brother, but he didn't see the killing intent in Fang Ziyu's eyes.
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The scorching sun hung high in the sky.
A big black wolfhound was napping in the shade of an alley. Suddenly, the big Alsatian shivered and got up, looking ahead with disgust.
In front of it, there was a child about ten years old walking towards it. Half of the child's face was yellow and the other half was black. There was even fine white hair on the black side, which made people feel a little disgusted. The child's gaze was very cold. He stared coldly at the big Alsatian in front of him. The big Alsatian shivered unconsciously. Beasts were beasts after all. Their thoughts were always so simple. Before the big wolfhound could figure out why it was shivering, it pounced on the child and bit down on his calf.
Fresh blood flowed down his calf, but the child did not even frown. He only stared coldly at the big wolfhound that was biting him.
Finally, the big wolfhound realized that something was wrong. It slightly opened its mouth and raised its head. At this moment, a pair of small hands quickly inserted into the big Alsatian's mouth and pulled the Alsatian's upper and lower jaws to both sides.
The big Alsatian fell to the ground and rolled and howled in pain, but the child did not relax at all. He pulled the Alsatian's jaws expressionlessly and refused to let go of his small hand even though the Alsatian's sharp teeth cut through it.
Finally, the big wolfhound fell to the ground with a crack and stopped moving. Only then did the child let go of his hands. Looking at the big wolfhound in front of him whose head had been torn apart, he seemed to have done something very ordinary. He carried the wolfhound on his shoulder and walked into the depths of the alley. There was only a large pool of blood left on the ground, but he did not know if this blood belonged to a human. Or a beast?
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