Chapter 287: Should I Say It or Not, It’s Really Old-fashioned (2)

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Because after the village fell, no one would talk to the boy so much anymore.

The boy knew the name of the martial artist, knew why the martial artist came to the border, and also knew that there was a hereditary funeral shop in the martial artist’s family.

There weren’t many stories a martial artist could tell, but he told the boy everything he knew.

“Brother Gu Shaxuan, don’t you have anything to do?”the boy asked.

“There is. I have to patrol every day,” the warrior said.” Besides, my family is in the funeral business. I’m in charge of all the offerings to the holy statues nearby.

“Then…” The boy hesitated for a moment and said,” Will Grandpa Martial Saint be angry if we eat his tribute?”

The martial artist was stunned for a moment, then smiled. He rubbed the boy’s head and said,”Why would you think that? “Of course, Martial Saint grandpa won’t blame us. The reason why they’re here is that they hope that we can eat our fill, wear warm clothes, and live happily.

Are you happy when you eat the tributes to fill your stomach?”

“Happy,” the boy thought for a moment.

“Then it’s settled. Even if we leave these tributes, Grandpa Martial Saint won’t be able to eat them. Leaving them would be a waste. If you can be happy, it’s the greatest repayment for Grandpa Martial Saint.”

As the days went by, the martial artist told the boy a different story every day. The boy knew that the martial artist would go back to his comrades to ask about the story before telling it to him.

Later, when there were no more stories to tell, the martial artist taught the boy martial arts.

Until one day, the boy who gradually opened his heart to the martial artist begged the martial artist to take him to the nearby area to take a look. He did not dare to go alone, and the martial artist agreed.

That day, the Beast Tide appeared again. The boy was terrified and desperate.

The martial artist’s body trembled as he stood in front of the boy.

The boy knew that martial artists came to the border because they didn’t want to inherit the family business. He wanted a different life, not the kind of future that was arranged by the elders in the family.

This martial artist was actually very timid, so he applied to take over the work of worshipping the holy statues nearby.

At the very least, he would not have to face those terrifying demons outside the borders.

“Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you…”

The martial artist said with a trembling voice.

He was very timid, afraid of death, afraid of pain, and even a little dizzy from blood.

Moreover, there was no need for this martial artist to block the boy. He could have run away.

But that day, this cowardly martial artist did not run, and the boy survived.

“It hurts! It hurts!”

“Am I going to die? I don’t want to die…”

“Sanctification, sanctification. .Why is sanctification so painful! It’s so painful!”

That day, the martial artist did not look like an unyielding martial artist at all. He cried his heart out and his lungs split, his tears flowing down his face. But he was very brave that day.

Later, the warrior died. In order to continue protecting the boy, the warrior chose to sanctify at the last moment of his life.

The process of sanctification was extremely painful. This warrior was very afraid of pain. The sanctification process was intermittent, and the warrior cried his heart out.

His sanctification continued for a very long time, so much so that after sanctification, his sacred body could not reach the normal standard at all. He was thin, shriveled, twisted, and ferocious…

“When you sanctify, you must say…What you said…” In the end, the martial artist sobbed and said,” Behind me, smile, smile and live on…Sorry, if he was so handsome…l can’t say it clearly…

I haven’t…He had lived long enough. You must, you must live well. You must live well with me…”

“Help me look at this beautiful world…l can’t see, help me take a look…”

Later, the boy inherited the name of the martial artist. He wanted to live well for the martial artist.

In the stories that the martial artists had told him, the death culture unique to

Great Xia was a large part of it.

Netherworld, Fengdu, reincarnation…

The warrior taught the boy everything he knew. After the boy had mastered martial arts, he took the distorted statue of the warrior and went out of the country.

The scene began to change rapidly.

One scene after another flashed past. Just by looking at it, one could feel the danger within.

Countless life and death crises, countless hardships and dangers.

The boy had found some records about the Netherworld in some of the foreign relics. He had also learned a strange martial art from a stone tablet in the relics.

He survived and found what he was looking for. All he lacked was an opportunity.

He returned to the border again. Using the name of Gu Shaoxuan and the identity of the owner of the Gu family’s funeral, he began to roam the border. While he lived for the martial artists, he was also looking for an opportunity to open the Netherworld.

“My Hell Rebirth Sutra is not bad, right?”

Gu Shaoxuan, who was in his soul state, stood beside Ji Ruo and sighed.’Even if

I die, it will allow me to continue existing in the form of a ghost for a short period of time…l was wrong, very wrong. The rules of the Netherworld are useless against us humans, at least not at this stage.

I’m sorry to have troubled you.”

The arrival of the mystic realm would more or less give this plane one or more new rules.

Not all rules were beneficial to humans. Or rather, there were very few rules that were beneficial to humans from the moment they appeared.

Just like 1,000 years ago, the first mystic realm lasted about six years from the moment it appeared to the moment it completely descended.

In this process, although the demons had not truly appeared, many people had died..