After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

"Be careful with your words these days, and let him go when he wakes up."

As the mother gave these instructions, she wrung out a wet towel and handed it to the father who was cleaning the wound.

Rarely, the expression on my father's face faded a little, revealing indifference: "You should all be more careful and have less contact with outsiders."

When he said this, he glanced at Zong Zhengyan with a meaningful look. The young man was shocked and lowered his head slightly: "My child will remember this."

The people surrounding the house were also reminding their children to be careful with their words during these days and not to mention words related to the prophecy.

You can make trouble after we send the people away.

The children were all very well-behaved. They knew this was a big deal, so they all agreed seriously.

The old man has been recuperating here since then, but his injuries were so severe that he has not woken up for a day.

The two brothers ran into the house, closed the door and whispered to each other, and the atmosphere became quite silent.

After a long while, Zong Zhengyan hesitated and said, "Do you still remember..."

"I remember."

Zong Zhengzhuo answered immediately.

He sat on a wooden chair, kicking his legs slowly, folded his arms on the table, and tilted his head to look at his brother.

"You said before that you foresaw yourself becoming Chi Zhao's imperial teacher."

He even added considerately: "In three years."

"..."

The air stagnated in his heart, and Zong Zhengyan suddenly had difficulty breathing, with pain in his lungs.

His expression was one of hesitation and struggle that was hard to describe, which made Zong Zhengzhuo even more puzzled.

"Aren't you happy? Mother said that man is an official of Chi Zhao. Maybe you can use this as an opportunity to get out?"

His brother's words inexplicably made him feel even more uncomfortable.

He had always longed for life in the outside world, hoping that his abilities could be put to use so that he could benefit the people of the world. But when he really got the chance to go out, he hesitated like a timid mouse.

"Happy."

The boy uttered words tremblingly through his lips that were pursed till they turned pale. He sat quietly to the side, fingers intertwined, a deep look in his half-closed eyes.

"But I am more afraid that going out will bring disaster to the tribe."

Even if there was a slight possibility, he didn't dare to gamble.

In the past, he always blamed his elders for being too cautious and careful and not allowing anyone to enter the world, to an incomprehensible, stubborn and pedantic degree. Now he suddenly realized that he also had this sense of panic.

"So you don't want to go out again?"

His brother rested his head on his arm and tilted his head to look at him innocently.

"Well...I'm not going out anymore."

He hesitated and struggled, giving up his ideals to make this answer. There was no relief on his face, only satisfaction.

The safety of the tribe members is more important than anything else.

But my brother just snorted and laughed, his eyebrows and eyes were bright, and he took on his mother's appearance and was as beautiful as a peach blossom fairy:

“But the future won’t change.”

Instantly, it was as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head. Zong Zhengyan's breathing suddenly stagnated, and he actually broke out in a cold sweat because of these words.

He saw his future as the Emperor's Teacher, so no matter what his decision was, there would be thousands of ways for him to go to Chi Zhao.

The predetermined future, even if you know it in advance and make countless efforts for it, in the end the process will only be a little tortuous, and you will still arrive at a future that cannot be changed.

Zong Zhengyan woke up with a start, and when he looked at his brother, his pupils suddenly widened and filled with a light mist.

Their current power is not enough, and they can only passively foresee the random future fragments that arrive, and cannot accurately predict what will happen on a designated day.

This future that was randomly shown to them seemed more like a joke from God.

When God opens his hands and sprinkles, he will only pour hope on His believers. The hidden fragments of sadness and despair follow closely, and no one knows.

Will there be a disaster?

Zong Zhengyan didn't know.

The gods refused to even look at him.

The younger brother started to tease him: "Why are you looking so sad? Just take it one step at a time."

"Well, I saw someone last night. Um... It seemed to be a boy with a Nuo opera mask on his face."

He thought carefully and tried to organize his words: "She was wearing a string of bone beads around her neck and standing in front of our clan. I don't know what she was doing."

Zong Zhengyan slowly came back to his senses: "Not from the clan?"

Zong Zhengzhuo shook his head: "No, recently all the debris are strangers. I also foresaw that in a half-ruined underground palace, my sister was curled up in the palm of a fallen Buddha statue, and she seemed to be sleeping?"

Time began to jump irregularly, and the gods scattered guidance and clues one after another.

A complete future is just one piece away from being put together correctly.

"Boom boom boom——"

Suddenly, the door was slammed loudly, and the little friend's excited voice came: "The old man is awake!"