Zach, who was lying on the ground, slowly woke up because of these two energies. His eyelashes moved and he felt a trace of light. His tightly shut eyes opened a little but quickly closed because of the glare. His desire for light prompted him to try again and again. After a few times, his eyes finally opened.
So I'm not dead yet.
Was this the feeling of light?
That was great…
What am I doing?
Zhi opened his eyes and sat up with his right hand on the broken wall. I remember that I was…
Zhi rubbed his aching head and began to recall what had happened.
……
Xiangzi is also dead, so I'm the only one left.
When he thought of the scene of Kaho being killed, pain, sorrow, panic, regret, and guilt gathered on his face.
Perhaps…
He twisted and pulled.
Maybe, maybe if we had gone out a little later, Xiangzi might have survived!
But…would he be able to survive?
Zhi's head immediately drooped…
Xiangzi died because of me...
Am I wrong…
Would he be able to escape from those people? Zhi fell into his own fantasy.
Right, Xiangzi! Haruka looked at the deep hole in the wall from behind. It was Kaho! He could not care less about the discomfort in his body as he crawled and ran into the hole that Xiang Zi had smashed into.
Xiangzi's body was now deep in the hole that had been created by the impact. It was covered by rocks, and only her pale little hand could be seen.
The blood on his body was still flowing down his arm from time to time, dyeing the ground red…
Zhi used his hands to pull and dig. His hands were injured and bleeding. He was tired and had no strength left.
But, Xiangzi!
It was his only belief at this moment!
Xiangzi! Xiangzi!
Haruka hugged Kaho with his broken hands and gently called out to Kaho's broken body. He wanted to wake her up.
However, he could not wake up.
He recalled the past. He recalled the days when Kaho always made him happy, cared about him, and played with him. His heart twitched in pain. Xiangzi, I will never see you again…
You also left me…
Tears trickled down the corners of Zhi's eyes.
The sound of dripping echoed in the stone room.
Drip, drip, drip.
Ah…Ah! Ah!
In the deathly silent stone room, Zhi gradually cried out, each cry louder than the last.
It was heart-wrenching.
……
The fire outside was still burning fiercely, burning the houses, burning the lives, burning the last mark of the Onmyoji in this world...
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Grandfather, father, mother, Xiangzi, and the clansmen. Goodbye!
The ninjas had already left. The moment he came out, he saw the house that had been burned by the fire. The wood had been burned and collapsed.
Just like the Onmyoji in this world, they gradually disappeared in the flames.
Zhi gathered all the corpses he could find together. Some of them had already been charred in the fire, but Zhi still braved the fire to find them. His face, which was covered in ashes, was expressionless and had lost its usual ease.
Zhi found an unnoticed hill near the burnt tribe and buried his clansmen one by one.
Shovel after shovel of earth and shovel after shovel of soil were used to bury the clansmen who had died in fear.
Burying all the memories.
He had personally buried his grandfather, parents, and even Kaho. What was he thinking at this moment?
Perhaps it was sadness, regret, guilt, or hatred. Ask yourself and question the heavens.
……
Father, mother, I am your son. Although I am not, I am still your son.
He regretted not being able to take care of his mother and treat his father better, but it was too late for regrets. This place had finally calmed down. You guys can stay here quietly with Grandpa, Xiangzi, and the other clansmen. No one will come to disturb you anymore.
There will be no more pursuit, no more fear, no more escape. Only the green mountains and green waters will accompany you. Grandpa, I will definitely not let you down. As the descendant of the last Yin-Yang Master in the world, I will definitely shoulder this responsibility.
And Xiangzi, even though you don't have me to accompany you, I know that you will be happy forever…
……
Zhi actually still had a lot to say, but no matter how much he said, he could not express it. At this moment, no matter how much he said, he could not say it.
They knelt down in front of the rows of graves. Some of them had their names carved on them, but many of them did not know their names. They were born with the names of the descendants of the Yin-Yang Masters, and they died with them. They lived because of them, and they died because of them.
Fate.
They were all dead.
He kowtowed deeply.
I'm leaving.
Without any luggage, Zhi set off alone.
In the endless forest, a little boy was walking slowly.
He was very hungry and very tired…
His thin body could not withstand such a long journey.
A thin figure loomed alone in the tall and dense forest.
Caw caw…
It seemed that he still had to find something to eat. Zhi touched his shriveled stomach that had already croaked.
Where should he go next? Forget it, I'll take it one step at a time. He wanted to see if he could find the village.
After a long journey, he finally found a small village, but the village was strange.
The people in the village seemed very nervous.
Uncle, what happened here? Zhi asked sweetly.
The uncle who bought the mantou saw a delicate little beggar walking towards him. This child must have escaped from danger, right? He couldn't bear to do so. With such a big disaster ahead of him, it was better for him to be kind.
Kid, are you hungry? Here, this is for you.
Zhi saw that the uncle gave him a mantou and happily took it. At least he could eat something.”
"Yes, thank you, uncle. Did something happen here? I see that everyone is very uneasy.
Didn't you escape from the war? The uncle asked in confusion.
Oh, my whole family was killed by bandits, and I'm the only one left. I wandered here. Zhi immediately put on a sad expression.
Sigh, I heard that there was a war. Many countries participated in it.
Recently, we have seen a lot of people fleeing in the nearby villages and here, making the people here panic. Now everyone is considering whether to move or not. Sigh. the uncle explained.
No wonder everyone…
It seemed like a war had indeed broken out. Was it a war? Zhi thought in a self-deprecating manner.
Zhi thought for a moment.
Thank you, uncle. I hope you're safe. The war won't affect your village.
Mm, thanks for your kind words. You'd better escape quickly. Although the battlefield is very far away, we can't rule out the possibility that the war will affect us. the uncle asked with concern.
Goodbye, uncle!
After asking for the news, Zhi waved goodbye to the uncle. Zhi was still very grateful to such a kind person.
He strolled around the village for a while, but the other people in the village seemed to be very cold to him. Perhaps they were afraid of war...
He took the mantou and quickly left the village after asking around.
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