Immortal Voices Chapter 139: Iniquity

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Besides the sky full of fire, among the broken corpses on the ground, Rong Yu's blue robe has been stained brown with blood. He looked at the child with wide eyes and resentment at his feet, his expression was slightly tranced.

"Young Master?" the people around him called worriedly.

Rong Yu recovered, and saw a familiar figure suddenly appeared next to him.

He called with a sullen expression: "It's Uncle Xiang."

Zuo Hufa smiled when he heard this name. He is the demon of the heart, without self and without form, so his name is Wuxiang.

"You look very bad, are you uncomfortable?" Zuo Hufa scanned the corpses around his eyes, and asked softly, his eyes reflected on the raging fire in front of him.

Although Rong Yu grew up in Wuxinya, he seldom lets him do it himself because of his status.

He is still very young and has very little knowledge. He is only a child, and he didn't expect Hanxi to send him out to do this kind of murder.

Rong Yu was stunned for a moment when he heard his question, and murmured softly, "I don’t have a choice whether it’s suitable for me or not, am I? Whether it’s Master or Hanxi, they won’t give up revenge. . And my identity and location also determine what I should do and what I can do."

He sniffed the blood in the air, wondering what to say in a daze.

Before him, a looming figure fluttered gently, but strangely, no one saw it.

Leaded by cause and effect, Rong Xian looked at the fire in front of her intently, but nothing was reflected in her eyes. She couldn't even feel the temperature of the flame.

Under this scorched earth, her enemies are buried, she is still alive, they are all dead, she won!

The arc of Rong Xian's mouth is getting deeper and deeper, and the smile is getting bigger and bigger, full of understanding, hatred and joy, but no one has seen this scene.

Zuo Hufa stood side by side with Rong Yu. He seemed to be able to see through Rong Yu's thoughts, and said in a soothing tone: "If you don't know what to say, just say what you want to say."

Rong Yu stretched out his hand and touched the fire, feeling the scorching temperature, and his eyes were full of sadness: "My mother never wanted to kill me since she gave birth to me. That is my closest person, but she sees My eyes are like looking at something disgusting, I can’t wait to get rid of it and then hurry up."

Following the exit of his words, Rong Xian's attention also fell on him.

Rong Yu didn't know that he was not Lou Hanxi's parent and child. Rong Xian told him everything except for this one thing.

Or in Rong Xian's mind, this is not a thing at all.

Since Rong Xian brought the baby Rong Yu back from the dying state of the ice and snow, he continued his vitality, put him in the blood of Rong's, and gave him supreme strength and status, Rong Yu's identity It can only be one - Lou Hanxi's parent and child.

He must not only bear the grievances of the Rong clan, but also bear the responsibility of being an heir. This is the price he should pay.

For Rong Xian, this is an equivalent exchange and cannot be rejected.

Rong Yu's voice paused for a moment, as if thinking about how to express: "My master has been blessing me, giving me honor and status, and giving me wealth and strength. But I know that she is only for the continuation of the family. She sees My gaze has never been concealed, and there has never been any emotion in those eyes. The coldness makes my heart chill."

Yong Yu murmured: "She told me everything when I was just sensible, without any concealment. The blood-stained history spread out in front of me so unobstructed, and then I choose. To take the responsibility of this life or to die."

"That's your life, it's something you should have on your back to survive." Rong Xian said mercilessly, even though no one could hear it.

She admits that she is domineering and that she is selfish.

But so what, she has the strength to control everything she wants to control.

If one day, Rong Yu's strength surpasses her, only then will Rong Yu be qualified to negotiate terms with her.

Rong Yu looked sideways at the monk who looked calm and looked a little bit dusty, and said in a dark tone: "Master is terrible in reason, my mother is cruel and ruthless, but I know that they are not born like this."

He has the warm blood of a child under his feet, but his expression is not moving: "It's all because of the people who died tonight, they, their relatives and friends, their elders..."

He hooked the corners of his mouth, blatantly maliciously: "Because of them, I was born a sin."

"Yes, because of them, you were born as a sin. Now it is up to you to exchange the lives of those people for a new life. Rong Yu, you are my son of the Rong family. You are worthy of growing up with hatred and blood. This surname." Rong Xian's voice was low and dull, as dark as the black clouds in the future on a rainy day.

Rong Xian knew that others could not hear her, but she still said it. Whether it was to her or to Rong Yu, no one knew.

Born to sin?

As soon as these four words came out, the left guardian's expression shook, Wu-self turned the prayer beads in his hand, looked at Rong Yu holy and compassionately, and said the Buddha's name without sadness or joy: "Amitabha."

His posture is like a flowing cloud nine days away, unattainable and not stained with red dust, but those eyes with deep sorrow and affection seem to pull the Buddha of the Pure Land of Bliss into the mortal dust.

He murmured to himself: "The sins of this life are just repaying the karma debts of the previous life because of the results of the past lives, but the poor monks cannot see through the karma after all."

"I don't know if it is a karma debt from a previous life. I only know that with their blood, I can wash away the sin on my body." Rong Yu looked down and replied.

All the expressions on his face disappeared, his pupils were as black as ink, but a storm that shattered everything gathered, and the corner of his mouth raised a strange arc of joy: "So killing them, I am not uncomfortable, but very happy , I’m very happy to end them with my own hands and expose the once unbearable past."

He looked at the bright sky in the east and said in high spirits: "I can't wait to welcome the new life."

"Congratulations." Rong Xian's voice does not contain any emotion, clean and indifferent.

Wu Wo stood behind Rong Yu and watched the ray of light illuminate the darkness without making a sound.

No I know that Rong Yu doesn't need him to say anything. Like his stubborn mother and indifferent aunt, no one can change what he believes.

All he needs is silent company, just like his old age.

Rong Yu returned to his youthful and lively temper after telling his many years of heart and soul. His eyes were curved, like Rong Xian. He obviously looked warm, but his bones were cold enough to freeze people. Blood: "Thank you, Uncle Xiang, for listening to me."

The hand that moved the prayer beads stagnated, and the holy temperament instantly transformed. Zuo Fa-tak smiled, and mockingly said: "You know you are too long, kid."

Rong Yu scratched his cheek, this action made him two points of naive attitude.