Douluo: Emperor of Light

Chapter 37
Qingyang bought some common offerings in the village, as well as some freshly picked fresh flowers from the children, and followed the village chief to this cemetery.

This has always been the cemetery in the village. Perhaps because of some funds, walls and roofs have been added. Although it is not very beautiful, it also prevents them from being exposed to the wind and rain.

It just seems that because of the disaster, many stone monuments were suddenly added, quiet and solemn, and a sense of oppression filled everyone's heart.

Qingyang put down the flower in his hand, looked at the plain black and white stele, and felt indescribable emotions flipping back and forth in his heart.

"Father, mother, I... have avenged you."

After a long silence, Qingyang hesitated to speak, and finally could only say these meaningless words.

Yes, meaningless, at least at this time, Qingyang thinks so.

"I'm doing well now, you don't have to worry, remember when you were young, you always hoped that I could become a soul master, and now I am, if you know, you will be very happy."

"It's just that the life of a soul master is not as beautiful as you think. There are many fights and fights. Many times, life and safety are not guaranteed..."

"To be honest, I don't like this, and I don't want people to be like me. I want to give it a try, and I want to make some changes, at least, so that such tragedies can be less..."

"I know, I have this power, I can do something, if I just want it, anything is possible."

"But...you...are not here after all..."

As time passed, the foreground of Qingyang's eyes began to become blurred, and a little moisture lingered in the eye sockets.

The heaviness and oppression made him feel a little uncomfortable.

To the parents who have been buried here forever, Qingyang expressed the confusion hidden in his heart, and also expressed his deepest thoughts.

How difficult it is to change the world, and it cannot be accomplished only with strength.

The anger he felt when he heard the bad news in Wuhundian back then came more from the hatred for his own powerlessness. He, who only thought about revenge, subconsciously made efforts to make this kind of tragedy less.

Evil soul masters come from people, from soul masters, and from the evil desires deep in people's hearts.As long as there are human beings and soul masters, they are doomed not to be eradicated, but to be suppressed.

Even so, Qingyang still did it, and did it without hesitation.

He can't stop doing it just because he can't do it, and he can't just use it as a reason, as if it's a matter of course, just ignore everything and watch more tragedies like him happen.

"Over the years, I have gradually understood a truth, and I have my own ideas."

"There is bound to be shadow in the light, and the shadow also exists because of the light. Maybe I can't completely eliminate it, but at least, I can keep it suppressed and let the light become the mainstream of the world."

Qingyang closed his eyes, trying to control the gradually out-of-control emotions.

After a long time, he exhaled lightly, took a final deep look at his parents, turned and left without hesitation.

The past is over after all, as he said at that time, there are still many things to be done.

Su Yixue walked forward slowly and came to Qingyang's side, seeing the sadness and loneliness in his eyes, a pain appeared in her heart.

She squatted down, stretched out her hand and pressed it to the ground, letting her long silver-white hair hang down on the ground.

The ink-like deep black streamer continued to spread, enveloping the entire cemetery in an instant, making the surrounding environment quiet, and the chirping of insects and birds seemed to disappear.

The illusory dark purple soul-returning butterflies appear and disappear from time to time, flying in this cemetery, and the blooming night flowers add a dreamlike feeling to this place.

An indescribable, but clearly existing, pure to the extreme dark power surrounds this small cemetery, tranquility, eternal sleep, silence, fragrance... It protects the dead here from being disturbed.

"You are..."

Qingyang opened his eyes slightly.

"Sharing your worries is the meaning of my existence."

Su Yixue lowered her head slightly to suppress her tiredness, then raised her face to look at Qingyang with an impeccable and beautiful smile.

Looking at this cemetery, Qingyang could feel that a force from darkness was taking care of this place and protecting it from outside invasion.

For the dead, the power of darkness is more desirable than light.

"Thanks a lot."

Qingyang said softly.

It was nothing more than ordinary mandarin words, but it made Su Yixue's smile even more intense.

She stood up, looked at Qingyang's leaving back, seemed to be muttering something in a low voice, which was inaudible, then quickened her pace and quickly followed.

Outside, Aaron had been waiting for Qingyang. He knew that the child must have a lot to say to his parents, and it was not convenient for him to be there at such a time.

But after waiting for a long time, Qingyang and that astonishingly beautiful girl came out.

And there seemed to be some power left in the cemetery, but Aaron would not say anything, he knew that the kid Qingyang had always been helping the village.

"Qingyang, hurry to the village chief's house, my grandson, I've been looking forward to you, the 'proud of the village' all day long!"

Aaron said with a smile, trying to dispel the sadness buried in Qingyang's heart with an optimistic and enthusiastic attitude.

The cemetery has never been a place that can bring a good mood. No matter who it is, it is always in a bad mood after coming here.

Even though that kid from Qingyang didn't say it, he could feel it.

Maybe the old man can't do much, but at least, let Qingyang no longer be immersed in it, get rid of this sadness.

"Then let's go, I haven't seen Xiao Bo and the others for a long time."

Qingyang also put on a smile and accepted Aaron's kindness.

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The village head's house is located in the center of the village, which is not a good place for a village, but it is just convenient for the old man to handle various small things.

At this time, several people had gathered in the house made of bricks and stones. Under their careful preparation, the tempting aroma of food wafted in the air wantonly.

At Aaron's request, Qingyang opened the door first.

I saw four small figures busily running back and forth, Tie Zhu, Xiao Bo, Ya Si, Xiao Xuan, chatting and laughing cheerfully from time to time.

There was a big wooden table in front of them, and they were constantly being presented with rich food. It was food that ordinary people could eat, but it was a little extravagant.

The ordinary house has also been carefully decorated, revealing a joyful atmosphere. Xiao Xuan is even sticking her windmill on the wall, which is not so regular, but has a special meaning.

The small fireplace is baking, and the small room reveals a lively and noisy atmosphere.

It's all so simple, yet so exciting.

Qingyang was stunned, staring at all this in a daze.

This atmosphere is not annoying.

(End of this chapter)