Apocalypse: Why did you provoke her? She's a cultivator.

Chapter 87 Entrusting the Orphan (Please vote!)

"Grandpa, are you alright?" Ye Qiumian asked softly, her brows slightly furrowed.

The sound seemed to come from a pure place, distant and lingering, as if it could cleanse the dust from one's soul.

The old man slowly opened his cloudy eyes, and when he saw Ye Qiumian in front of him, a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

He never expected that he would see this kind-hearted girl again before he died.

But he knew very well that he wouldn't survive today.

He didn't want to trouble the kind-hearted girl in front of him, but these two were the only close relatives he had in his life.

These two children are still so young; he simply can't bear to part with them.

Two tears slowly streamed down the old man's face, and he felt incredibly ashamed.

For the sake of her two grandsons' survival, the old woman mustered her strength and slowly said, "Young lady... I don't have much time left. I... have no one to entrust these two grandsons to. Can I... beg you, after I die, please find them... a place to live."

He didn't dare ask Ye Qiu Mian to take in the two children; after all, he didn't have that much influence.

He would be content as long as he could find a place where his child could survive.

Ye Qiu Mian did not agree to him immediately, but instead reached out and channeled her spiritual energy to cover the old man.

The next second, she frowned, and the old man's internal organs were all damaged, and his body was surrounded by a deathly aura.

His lifespan has indeed come to an end today.

Seeing that she remained silent, the old man's eyes gradually filled with despair.

It seems he insisted.

The old man was filled with bitterness, his gaze fixed on the two children, his eyes filled with reluctance.

Children, live your lives to the fullest.

How long I live is up to fate.

The old man's eyes slowly closed, and the last tear of his life rolled down his cheek.

"Grandpa, rest assured, I will find them a good place to go."

The old man vaguely heard the kind-hearted girl agree to his request.

He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, feeling completely at ease.

"grandfather……"

The two children seemed to sense their grandfather's departure and burst into tears.

The heart-wrenching cries drew pitying glances from many onlookers.

But the world has changed, and I can barely survive myself, so who can help me?
They turned their heads away, secretly wiping the tears from the corners of their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

The middle-aged man's eyes sharpened. He pulled the dagger from the corpse and turned to walk towards the bound man.

These three people are the culprits. The other two are already dead, but this one can't be let off the hook either!

Seeing the middle-aged man walking towards him, the man was terrified and kept pacing on the ground, trying to escape.

It wasn't until the middle-aged man squatted down beside her that she suddenly smelled a strong odor of urine.

"So you can be afraid too?" the middle-aged man said with a disdainful expression.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I'll never do it again, please forgive me this once..." the man begged in fear and trembling.

"Let you go?" The middle-aged man plunged the dagger into the man's chest without hesitation. "What about those who died at your hands? Did you let them go?"

The middle-aged man was agitated, repeatedly stabbing and pulling out the dagger in his hand.

He only stopped moving when the man under his command had stopped breathing, his eyes wide open in death.

He came to his senses and saw the ground beneath him covered in crimson, and a pair of wide-open eyes staring at him.

The middle-aged man was startled. He dropped the dagger, got up quickly, and walked away in a daze.

Having witnessed Ye Qiu Mian's strength, none of the others dared to harbor any further greed. They packed their belongings and silently continued on their way.

"Come with me first," Ye Qiumian said gently, looking at the two children.

After saying that, she pointed to the big tree, signaling it to collect the old man's body.

The two children looked up at her timidly, sobbing.

Seeing that the person in front of her was so good-looking and not fierce at all, she nodded cautiously.

Ye Qiumian led the two children to an open space and had a large tree appear to dig a hole.

The tree didn't even place the old man's body on the ground; it came off Ye Qiumian's wrist and slowly transformed into a large tree.

The two children watched as the tree grew from a vine into a large tree.

Those pure eyes held both fear and surprise.

The tree plunged its roots into the ground, and with a forceful turn, a large pit appeared on the surface.

It put the old man's body in, and when the two children saw their grandfather being put into the pit, they immediately cried and tried to rush over to him.

The tree showed no mercy, wrapping the two children up in one go, then quickly filling the pit before releasing them.

As soon as the vines were pulled away, the two children threw themselves onto the grave mound and cried their hearts out.

"Kneel down and kowtow three times to your grandfather," Ye Qiumian said gently.

She could never remain calm in the face of the two children's feelings for their grandfather.

The two children were very obedient, kneeling down and kowtowing towards the grave mound.

The beautiful woman in front of them was someone Grandpa trusted, so they had to listen to her.

After watching the two children finish kowtowing, Ye Qiu Mian had them stand up straight and asked softly, "How old are you? What are your names?"

Both children had long hair, one reaching their earlobes and the other their shoulders.

And his hair was messy and covered in grease.

Their faces were covered in something grayish, making it impossible to see what they looked like.

A child on the left looked at her with clear eyes and said in a crisp voice, "My name is Su Junhao, I am nine years old, and this is my younger sister Su Wenxia, ​​she is eight years old."

Judging from their names, they must be a brother and sister.

Ye Qiumian cast a cleansing spell on the brother and sister, and they instantly became clean.

Looking at his spotless hair and clothes, Su Junhao's mature and composed demeanor vanished instantly, revealing the innocence unique to a child.

"Sister, what kind of magic did you use? I've become so clean." Su Junhao looked left and right curiously.

Su Wenxia spun around in circles, saying, "Brother, I've become clean too."

Ye Qiu Mian's gaze softened as she watched the pain between the two men subside.

Well-behaved and sensible children are always more likely to win the pity of others.

The two children cried their eyes out only when their grandfather passed away.

After that, she stopped making a fuss and did whatever they asked, becoming very sensible and obedient.

Ye Qiumian smiled and said, "I just used the Cleansing Dust Technique."

Su Junhao's eyes lit up. "Can I learn it?"

Su Wenxia, ​​who was standing to the side, quickly added, "I want to learn too, I want to learn too."

Ye Qiumian shook her head: "You can't learn this."

Upon hearing Ye Qiu Mian's words, the brother and sister looked disappointed, and the light in their eyes dimmed instantly.

Actually, Su Junhao wanted to learn the Cleansing Technique simply because he wanted to become as powerful as this older sister.

From now on, he can protect his younger sister.