The elder of the sect, she is going to hang out with the villain

Chapter 41 The Crying Mother

Thanks to Tianma, Baizhi and the others arrived in Luochi City in less than two days.

After a long distance, they could already smell the smell of blood in the air.

Everyone's faces were serious, and when they looked around, they saw that the originally heavy city gates were hanging on both sides and were crumbling, and the road was stained with blood. Seeing this scene, everyone's mood suddenly became heavy.

Lin Beiqing's eyes flickered even more, with hidden tears.

Gu Wu'an noticed her emotions and reached out to tug at the corner of her clothes.

"I am fine."

As they approached, the smell of blood became stronger, and the scene in front of them shocked everyone present.

Floating corpses are everywhere in front of them, surrounded by broken walls, and the faces of those who survived do not have the joy of the rest of their lives. They either hold the corpses of their relatives and cry in mourning, or stare blankly at some ruins. He muttered in his mouth: "It's gone, it's gone..."

The old people held the corpses of the young people, and the young parents guarded the children under the ruins, refusing to leave.

"Help him, he's still alive!" The woman knelt down and begged all around, "I just heard him talking, he's crying for pain!"

"My child, he is still so young, he still needs to study and practice calligraphy, and he is going to be the number one scholar in the exam!"

"I beg you to save him!" She suddenly saw Bai Zhi and the others, and ran towards him.

"Are you all monks?" She asked cautiously, her eyes full of hope.

"Yeah." Bai Zhi nodded heavily, looked at her and said, "We are Kunlun disciples, and we are ordered by our master to come here to subdue demons."

"Kunlun..."

Although the woman is just a mortal, she has also heard of the name of Kunlun Xianzong.

She became emotional, and immediately knelt down in front of everyone, kowtowed and begged: "I beg you, save my child."

Bai Zhi had never seen such a scene before, he was a little stunned for a moment, and Ming Lang at the side immediately squatted down, stopped the woman from kowtowing, and helped her up.

"Kunlun disciples obey the order and do their best to save the people in the city!"

"Whether it's a ruin or a sea of ​​flames, as long as there is one person alive, he must be rescued!"

"Yes!"

The rest of the disciples scattered in all directions and began to search for and treat the remaining survivors.

In a collapsed house, Gu Wuan seemed to hear a slight gasp, he stopped his movements, slowed down his breathing, and listened carefully.

"Help...cough..."

The voice was weak, like a gossamer.

Gu Wuan locked the direction of the voice and ran over in a big stride.

Moving the spiritual power to his arms, he lifted the boulder in front of him.

The houses in Luochi City were completely destroyed, and the collapsed walls and beams were pressed together. Gu Wuan removed one boulder after another, and took away one long beam after another.

This went on for quite a while, the body was already wet with sweat, the hair was tightly stuck to the neck and face, it was very unbearable, and the hands were trembling a little.

Finally, he lifted the stone slab and saw the person under pressure.

It was a middle-aged man lying on the ground. He suddenly saw the light, and he squinted his eyes in shock. After a while, he finally opened his eyes again.

"Are you ok?"

Gu Wuan knelt down, looked at him and asked.

The man nodded slowly.

Gu Wu'an moved him carefully to an open place, and was about to go on to save other people, when he suddenly felt the corner of his clothes being ripped off.

In fact, the strength is not great, and it is very easy to be ignored.

Gu Wuan lowered his head and looked at the man.

The man opened his mouth several times before finally speaking.

"Is there... water?" The voice was as thin as a mosquito.

His throat was so thirsty that his throat seemed to be on fire.

But just three words, it seems that he has exhausted all his strength.

Fortunately, Gu Wu'an kept staring at him and recognized the shape of his lips.

"Have."

He took out the water bag from the bag and handed it over. After the man took it, he took a few big mouthfuls. After drinking all the water, he still felt that it was not enough. He raised his head, shook the water bag in his hand twice, and poured the last drop of water After drinking it, he licked his dry lips.

In fact, he still wanted to drink, but he had already drank all the water in a bag, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Sorry." After being moistened by water, her voice was not as rough and unpleasant as it was at the beginning.

Gu Wuan put the water bag into the bag.

"It's okay, I'll look for a water source nearby later, and if I find it, I'll bring you water again."

"Hey! Alright...Okay, sorry to trouble you." The man was overjoyed immediately.

Gu Wu'an thought for a while, then took out a few more cakes and put them in the man's hand, "After being trapped for so long, you should be very hungry, so eat something to fill your stomach first."

After finishing speaking, Gu Wuan turned and left.

"Thank you."

The man wiped away the tears pouring out of his eyes indiscriminately, and took a bite of the pancake on his hand.

"Ah!!!" There was a heart-piercing cry of pain not far away.

Gu Wuan stopped and looked over.

It was the woman who knelt in front of them and begged for help. She was holding a seven or eight-year-old child in her arms, crying loudly.

The bright expression on the side was also a little sad.

From the first moment he saw the child crushed under the rubble, he was sure that he had already lost his breath.

But he couldn't bear the woman's constant crying in his ear, and he still rescued the child from the ruins.

So he watched helplessly as the expression on the woman's face changed from joy to panic, and then gradually to grief.

Feeling the coldness and stiffness of the child in her arms, her shoulders drooped all of a sudden, and she looked instantly aged by decades.

Just blindly crying bitterly.

Suddenly, she turned her head and looked at Mingming fiercely.

"Aren't you a monk? Don't you take it as your duty to protect the common people? Then where were you when the demons slaughtered wantonly in Luochi City!"

"Where were you when my son was crushed under the ruins in despair!"

She glanced over the many Kunlun disciples who heard the movement and looked at her.

"You guys, where are you..."

Everyone bowed their heads, full of guilt.

"I'm sorry..." Minglang's throat was sore.

"We are late."

When the woman heard this, her expression became more and more sad. She beat the ground in pain, and suddenly something came to her mind. She knelt in front of Mingming with the child in her arms, her eyes burning.

"You are a cultivator with great supernatural powers. You must have a way to save my child, right?"

"So, use my life to exchange his life, you save him, let me die for him!"

In this world, only a mother can say such a thing.

Use your own life to exchange your child's life.

Qingming's heart was moved, but birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of heaven and earth, and others are powerless to interfere.

There was nothing he could do about it.

So he lowered his head and didn't speak.

The rest of the disciples also lowered their heads.

Bai Zhi stepped forward, with an apologetic expression on his face, and said that sentence instead of Ming Lang: "I'm sorry."

The only remaining hope of the woman was shattered, her face turned ashen, and she sat on the ground blankly, without saying a word.

Lin Beiqing wiped away the tears that flowed out of his face at some unknown time.

His fingertips felt hot as if they were being burned.

Is this... mother?

She had never seen her mother when she was born, and seeing the various behaviors of a woman who is a mother now, she couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart.

Will her mother be like this too?
For her, he is willing to give his life.

(End of this chapter)