The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Chapter 443 The vicissitudes of life

The two brothers and Ji Wushan came to the Ghost Clan without stopping. Entering this area, it was as if they had entered a corner forgotten by time.

After the brutal massacre by the Shura clan, even after tens of thousands of years, this land is still filled with a strong aura of death.

As an eyewitness of that war, Su Yang couldn't help but feel sad. He squatted in the ruins, hugged his knees, and cried silently.

Su Xiang looked at the desolate scene around him, the tragic memories of the past came to his mind, and a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes.

Ji Wushan stood there quietly, with her hands behind her back, her face normal, without any emotion. She looked around, and finally stopped her gaze on Su Yang, urging:

"When you've cried enough, just follow me."

Su Yang wiped away his tears, rubbed the mud off his cheeks, and reached out to hold Su Xiang's hand.

The two brothers followed Ji Wushan, stepping on the broken porcelain pieces all over the ground. Her scarlet skirt dragged on the rotten ruins, startling a few skinny crows.

The gilded plaque of the Ghost Hall was hung diagonally on the beams and pillars, with the word "Hall" missing halfway, looking like a hideous ghost face. Entering the hall, Su Yang's sobbing stopped abruptly, and the scene before him was like a sharp knife cutting his heart.

The once glittering crystal chandelier was shattered into pieces, the murals on the dome were burned to only charred outlines, and spider webs were woven into an impenetrable curtain between the broken beams.

The animal-head candlesticks, gnawed by time, fell to the ground, with the solidified wax wrapped around the dried insect corpses, looking like some strange sacrificial offering.

The heel of Ji Wushan's boot crushed half of a floor tile inlaid with dark blue fluorite. That was the star pattern that once symbolized the glory of the ghost clan, but now it has become broken porcelain for mice to grind their teeth.

Su Xiang's eyes were drawn to the long steps in front of the main seat. The seventeen steps were covered with thick ashes, and each step was sunken with footprints of varying depths, as if countless dead souls were struggling to climb up.

The throne at the top was broken into two pieces, and the head of a Nether Beast carved on the back of the chair was staring blankly into space. In the eye sockets that should have been inlaid with gems, there were now a few rotten crows lying, and maggots were crawling out of its exploded eyeballs.

Su Yang suddenly stumbled to a soft couch and stroked the mottled rotten thing on the couch with his fingertips. The once luxurious brocade had been gnawed by time and was riddled with holes.

The dark patterns embroidered with gold thread had long since turned black and broken, looking very much like spider silk wrapped around a corpse. He carefully picked up a corner, but the fabric turned into powder and fell off at his fingertips.

Memories came flooding back, and he saw Yaoguang sitting on the soft couch again, the silver needle shuttling back and forth, the silk thread moving, each stitch and each thread filled with endless motherly love, gentleness and patience.

At that time, Su Yang was very small, running barefoot in the palace, and his carefree laughter echoed among the carved beams and painted buildings.

Cang Yuan sat aside, sometimes massaging Yao Guang's shoulders, sometimes chatting with her, and their loving appearance made others envious.

However, all this beauty was shattered the moment the Shura clan's iron hooves broke through the city gate. The enemy army, covering the sky and the sun, surged in like a tide, leaving corpses everywhere and dyeing the earth red with blood.

The second brother Cang'an had his arm chopped off in the brutal fighting. The third sister Cang Ling unfortunately fell into the hands of the enemy, was tortured and killed, and her body was hung high on the city wall for public display.

Yaoguang, who was seeking revenge for her daughter, was stabbed in the chest by Xu Junyue and died on the spot.

After that, some died, some died, some died...

Cang Yuan was beaten all over by Emperor Yin, and finally kicked into a boiling sea of ​​blood. On the battlefield, General Liu Rangchen fought alone, but was unable to withstand Emperor Yin's fatal blow.

When the fierce palm wind hit his face, the mask on Liu Rangchen's face shattered, and the beautiful face that could not be distinguished between male and female was destroyed beyond recognition in an instant.

So sometimes you really can't blame Liu Rangchen for being so serious. There has always been a deep blood feud between him and Di Yin, and this resentment has been suppressed for too long.

He would never be able to accept Di Yin.

Past scenes emerged in Su Yang's mind like a slow-motion movie, causing him to tremble all over and almost collapse.

In a trance, he actually saw Yaoguang striding towards him with a sewing basket. As she walked, she turned back and reminded him: "Ling'er, remember to bring more thread. There are plenty of things to sew today."

"Mom, I know." The third sister Cang Ling's voice was clear and pleasant, and she ran into Su Yang's sight with a smile.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound.

Su Yang looked up and saw his eldest brother Cang Ce standing high up in the palace, waving a big broom vigorously, raising dust and rotten sawdust. Every time he swept, the choking dust made him cough.

The second brother Cang'an dipped the rag into the basin with both hands, wrung it dry and carefully wiped the furnishings in the hall. Hearing the cough, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Haha, big brother, you should put on a mask before sweeping."

Su Yang was stunned for a moment, and then burst into tears. The killing power of this Wan Wan Lei Qing was too damn great. All signs showed that Di Yin's decision to clone Cang Yuan's dead family was the right one.

The Yaoguang and Cangling who had just appeared were actually the female ghost and vine spirit that Su Qingwei had carefully packaged. The so-called Cangce and Cang'an were naturally Chunxian and Qilin.

At this moment, a familiar and surprised voice came from behind: "Son? Why are you here!"

Su Yang turned around and saw Cang Yuan wearing an apron, with a few strands of spider webs in his hair, and an unexpected joy on his dusty face. Obviously, he was also busy cleaning.

"Dad!" Su Yang ran towards him with tears in his eyes.

Cang Yuan immediately dropped the broom and hugged him tightly, "Son, aren't you going to take the college entrance examination soon? How did you find time to go home?"

Su Yang wrapped his arms around Cang Yuan's neck and choked up, "Our whole family is back, how can I be absent?"

With the great help of Ji Wushan, the reconstruction work of the Ghost Clan progressed rapidly like an arrow shot from a bow.

However, Su Yang and Su Xiang still had to go to school, so they left in a hurry after staying for only two days.

He was extremely exhausted these past few days. After returning to Haishang Mingyue, Su Yang went straight to his room and planned to have a good sleep.

The moment he pushed open the door, he froze in place. He saw the little monster sitting cross-legged on the ground playing, with various parts scattered around.

Looking more closely, he saw that it was the motorcycle model that he had spent three months carefully assembling!

Su Yang frowned in pain, and raised his voice unconsciously: "Little monster! Who let you into my room?"

Seeing Su Yang so angry, the little fairy got up from the ground happily and ran to his side: "Su Yang, you are finally back~"

Su Yang was so angry that his teeth itched, but when he saw the little monster that looked like a little carrot head, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He suppressed his anger and repeated:

"I'm asking you, who told you to come into my room?"

The little monster blinked his innocent eyes and explained, "It's Xiao Heidan! He came to clean the house and suddenly called me in. He also told me to wait for you here."

As he spoke, he pointed to the mess on the ground and added, "Little Black Egg said, if you ask, let me raise my hand and admit that I helped to demolish it, then you will be happy and you will reward me!"

Su Yang was suddenly furious.

This guy Xiao Heidan, knowing full well that the little monster was a tree spirit in disguise and had purely vegetative thinking, still used this trick to tease him, trying to make the little monster take the blame. He is so evil!

The little monster looked at Su Yang with his big round eyes. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he simply opened his hands to his chest and reminded him:

"Hey~ Where's my good fruit?"