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My spirit and soul have almost given up hope.

But, as if by a miracle, I felt a certain emotion.

Anxious, restless, and with a little bit of the same prayer thoughts as my previous attitude of praying to God and worshiping Buddha.

I... saw a man with the same appearance as me walking down carrying a long stick.

Ye…@#￥%…%￥father#￥%￥…

The man looked at the visitor and smiled.

"You're here, Lucun."

Lu Cun's face was filled with fierce anger, as if it was burning my heart.

"What are you doing?"

As if a shower was approaching, the air was held down by something.

"Is it difficult to understand? I am saving you and Wu Qu."

I could feel his calmness and love for Lucun when he said this.

Why?Why can you be so nice to him?

Am I not your grandson?

"You call this kind of thing...salvation?"

"Lucun... you are different from Wu Qu. You don't like to hear me tell old stories. But sometimes, someone may have already told you what he plans to do in the future - put it among those In the old story.”

"Let me tell you the old stories of Lao Yang's family——"

He planned to talk about the past, but Lucun didn't intend to listen, so he directly reached over him and stretched out his hand to me.

"That's not okay. You have to hear it."

The big hand grabbed Lucun, and he was completely suppressed by his own strength and size advantage.

"...I'm not a multi-tasker, so I just finish one thing before solving the next. Now I just want to take them two to the hospital, so you'd better let go."

"What an arrogant statement, Lucun. Not everyone will follow your idea of ​​​​doing things on your own. Besides, what I want to say is much more important than you sending them to the hospital."

"..."

The long stick poked back, and Lucun, who had a physical disadvantage, took advantage of his weapon and started to attack.

Completely separated from the fighting between civilized people, it was a scene of wild beasts fighting before my eyes.

Lucun attacked again and again, but was suppressed again and again.

As the time between the two of them fighting gradually became longer, the strength of Lucun's struggle gradually weakened, and I saw a figure wearing ancient armor.

If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be the divine king in heaven.

The ancient and majestic armor, looking at each other will make people look like they can see the starry sky, and their proud and noble temperament.

The man seemed to be tired from fighting and talking about the past, so he took the opportunity to get rid of Lucun.

Like a wounded and endangered wolf, Lucun grabbed the Jiba stick and lay on the ground, staring at the two people in front of him with his bloodshot eyes.

I heard that the man who was supposed to be my grandfather called himself the Great Emperor Ziwei at the North Pole of Zhongtian, and he called the god beside him Lord Lucunxing.

I felt some kind of will struggling to give the possibility of reversal to Lucun, and he really grasped this possibility and killed the Xingjun who had the same name as him.

"For those of you who have taken the name of a god, the corresponding god will be an opponent that you cannot escape no matter what you do. The very thing of surpassing them is to surpass your own destiny, so I congratulate you here, Yang Lucun , from now on, you can call yourself a [saint]."

"Who cares about you!"

Getting up tremblingly, Lucun launched an attack on Emperor Ziwei.

Even though it seemed like a weak attack to me, it turned into a strike like divine punishment the moment it came into contact with the opponent.

As if he was hit head-on by a high-speed train, Emperor Ziwei flew out, and his whole body hit the wall. Like the minced and whipped meat filling when making wontons, it turned into meat sauce and stuck to the wall.

"It's amazing. Is it a causal-level damage return? Although overuse now may make it difficult to reach the level of [Nine Outs and Thirteen Returns] in the future, [Nine Outs and Ten Returns] can still be counted on."

A young voice mixed with an old feeling sounded in my arms.

"Sister" hugged me and walked to Lu Cun.

"You touched this step earlier than I expected to try to surpass my own martial arts at the age of sixteen, seventy or eight, but - if I occupy Wenqu's body, what are you going to do?"

Lu Cun, who collapsed to the ground helplessly, looked at her indifferently.

"Let me introduce you to Greedy Wolf Life, the name of my ability. Greedy Wolf means changeable, and my abilities are the various talents that match the name. I am not like you who can change everything with willpower alone. Your own abilities have been improved to the point where you can rival God in a very short period of time, but you can still gain the knowledge and power of learning God through this. Do you still remember the allusion of [Borrowing a Corpse to Resurrection] that I told you?"

"Now, I am like the Tieguai Li who borrowed the beggar's body. My original body as Li Xuan is now dead."

Lucun struggled and tried his best to lift the long stick.

"But there is another problem at this time - Li Xuan borrowed the beggar's body to resurrect his soul, but Wen Qu is not actually dead."

The long stick fell and hit the ground beside the girl.

"Yes, even if you have the idea of ​​beating me to death now, it can't change the fact that your ultimate goal is to rescue Wenqu and Pojun."

She chuckled, put me down, and hugged Lucun.

"And even if you rescue the two of them, you still have to face the dilemma of how to explain it to your mother."

"She is a poor woman. Her husband has just died, and her son and daughter have suffered such misfortune."

The bruised little hand gently patted the back of Lucun's head.

"Do you think...whose fault is...this?"

Lu Cun's momentum was fading, and I felt his powerlessness and the lament in his heart.

"Of course it's my fault, and I won't deny it. But can you put aside everything and take revenge on me now, Lucun?"

"..."

"I know that you love your mother. So I also have a way to make everyone except the two of us happy."

She told Lucun that as long as he used that spell to erase other people's impressions of a person, everyone except her and him could stay away from this trouble. Almost everyone would forget Yang Wenqu, let alone I will investigate the tragedy that may exist.

At that time, my timidity, my cowardice, and my irresponsibility made me choose to believe her words.

Lucun, who didn't know that will is the foundation of all power, could only choose to believe these words.

He has always been brave enough to tell the truth, but he chose to lie.

In order to save my sister and prevent my mother from collapse.

……

"Doctor, what's wrong with this child?"

"...The situation is a bit bad. It's depression and severe gynophobia, both of which have developed to the point of causing physiological reactions. How could you send the child here so late?"

"I'm sorry, I don't care about him enough! Is there any way to treat him? This child is now trembling with fear even when I approach him."

"I'm sorry, madam, these two diseases... to be honest, the former can only be cured by medicine at this point, and it may not be cured well. The latter... to be honest, there is really no cure, and there is no psychological way to save it. All I can do here is Try my best to help you prevent him from committing suicide due to depression."

I was in the hospital, holding Lucun's hand, sitting far away from my mother and the doctor.

【283】Po Jun ([-])

"I don't want to go to school."

Facing Lucun, I expressed my request in a low voice.

"...tell me the reason."

He put down his half-finished homework and looked into my eyes.

Although I know that he is used to concentrating on everything he does, and seems rigid on the surface and does not know how to adapt. In fact, he has graded many things in his mind and decided which ones should be dealt with first according to the situation. He put down his homework because he believed that the thoughts of his family were more important, but...

I still didn't dare to look at him, and subconsciously avoided my eyes.

"The classmates at school...are very unfriendly."

"Is that person named Wang or Wang in the class causing trouble for you again? I'm going to beat him up again. Things like campus bullying shouldn't happen."

"..."

"Then the girl in the next class whose surname is Lin or Li is still pestering you after you clearly rejected her? I will humiliate her in public and let her know her mistake."

"……no……"

I suppressed the emotions in my heart and denied them in a voice that even I could barely hear.

"What's that? Do you simply dislike certain people? In this case, I can't just use violence to solve it..."

"You are always like this! You only choose violence again and again! You don't understand how it feels for me to be called a follower who only hides behind my twin brother! You don't understand every time when you are not around How do I feel being pointed at by them!”

I know, I have absolutely no reason to accuse him at this time.

My eldest brother has gone abroad, and my mother is not in good health during this period. Lu Cun can barely handle many things at home and school by groping alone or looking for guidance from acquaintances.

Because children at this age are more...active and like (bully) silent people, just like me.

In order to help me vent my anger, Lucun often fought with those guys.

My phobia of women became more and more serious. If there was a woman within one meter, I would become weak and fall to the ground.

So occasionally when he was away, I was attracted by a girl from the next class who liked my face and got close to me. What happened was a disaster.

"Is this guy a burden to Yang Lucun?"

"That guy is so pitiful, having such a useless brother."

"Have you heard, that guy is mentally ill?"

"Wow! My younger brother is mentally ill, my elder brother is a violent maniac, and the whole family must be criminals! Maybe my father is a drug dealer, my mother is an arsonist, and my uncles are human traffickers~~~"

"Hahaha, criminal family! Criminal family!"

Of course, as I was not much different from them in terms of physical fitness, I was beaten unilaterally by the group as I was fighting irrationally.

And this didn't happen just once.

They made fun of my family and slandered them as born criminals.

I tried desperately to stop it, but I could only be bullied one-sidedly.

When Lucun found out, they blocked the road one by one or in groups and beat them up one by one.

After the injury healed in a few days, they continued to make fun of my family.

Infinite vicious circle.

I really... can't stand it anymore.

Feeling the nausea coming from my body, I rushed out of the house.

The sound of Lucun knocking down tables and chairs behind me reached my ears, but it couldn't stop me.

……

[Did your inferiority complex make you do the foolish thing of escaping from your protective umbrella?Should I call you stupid or arrogant? 】

Hearing this voice that looked exactly like mine, I quickened my steps.

[Or do you think that if I am killed by Yang Lucun once, you can sit back and relax? 】

Don’t come over, don’t come over, don’t come over, don’t come over, don’t come over, don’t come over…

【You still remember, right?Everything that happened that day, including his fate, Yang Tanlang said. 】

[We, gods whose names have been taken over by mortals, are destined to be bound to that mortal. 】

[If you can't kill me with your own hands, you won't be able to get rid of this no matter how many times you let Yang Lucun kill me. 】

[Be it the past when I insulted my sister, the past when I was repped, or the present when I am afraid that people around me will occasionally show expressions that are slightly similar to my sister... As long as I still exist , these things you are avoiding will be placed in front of you again and again. 】

no no no no no...

What do you want, what do you want, what do you want...

[Kill me, or I will take everything from you. 】

ahh-

I let out a meaningless wail, ignored the looks of others, and hid in a deserted alley.