The third uncle always wants to elope

"Holy doctor, is my son okay now?" Huai Fengting looked worriedly at Chao Mu who was still unconscious on the bed.

The holy doctor nodded, "Palace master can rest assured, as long as he doesn't force his martial arts, the young master will live a long life."

"Thank you." Huai Cangqiong stepped forward and patted the holy doctor on the shoulder.

Aunt Mei wiped Zhao Mu's sweaty forehead with some distress, and suddenly remembered something, and said worriedly: "Where is... the child?"

A trace of anger flashed across Huai Tianqiong's majestic face, and he said in a deep voice, "In the abyss of sin."

"Father!" Huai Fengting looked at him in disbelief, "Didn't you agree to let him go after the matter is over? How could you lock him up in that kind of place?!"

Huai Cangqiong looked worried, "This kid has too much influence on Sijun, I can't keep him!"

"But..." Huai Fengting was about to say something, when suddenly there was a violent knock on the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Feng Yingying ran in from outside anxiously!

"It's not good, Grandpa Huai!"

"... Sijun seems to be crazy."

As soon as the words fell, a huge roar flashed in the direction of the dungeon, and even the sky felt a strong wave of magic energy.

A bloody demon soldier stumbled and knelt down in front of them.

"Young Palace Master, he went to the Abyss of Sin!"

'Crack! '

The medicine bowl that Aunt Mei was holding slipped from her hand, and the brown medicine soup was scattered all over the floor. The sound of the broken porcelain bowl was like thunder, which made the few people present feel uncontrollably flustered.

...

Huai Shuangshu's clothes were already soaked in blood, as if he had just stepped out of the blood, and the black robe could not tell whether it was his own blood or the blood of those monsters.

'Clap! '

Drops of blood slowly slid from the tip of the sword to the ground, and there was a dead silence all around. Every step Huai Shuangshu took, it seemed as if he could hear the panting of wild animals.

It was pitch black in front of him, Huai Shuangshu didn't dare to startle the snake, so he had to walk forward step by step carefully.

Suddenly felt a creepy tremor on his back, Huai Shuangshu frowned, the long sword in his hand changed direction and stabbed towards his back.

The sound of the blade sinking into the flesh could be heard very clearly, and Huai Shuangshu breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know how many monsters he killed. Although the monsters in the sinful abyss are not too powerful, they are better because there are too many monsters. Huai Shuangshu's face also became tired for a while.

He should have walked a long way, but he still didn't see Sanqing, and the sword moves in his hand became more and more fierce, even if his eyes were pitch black, he could accurately hit the vital points of those monsters.

The corpses of the monsters were neatly arranged at the feet of Huai Shuangshu. He seemed to be stepping on thorns all the way, but he didn't know what the end was waiting for him.

His wrist hurts so much that he can no longer lift the sword anymore, those mindless monsters are biting his thigh, arm, shoulder...

The sharp teeth protrude from the mouth, the face is covered with protruding pimples, and the green eyes look more terrifying than those evil spirits in the underworld.

Sanqing...what should he do?

Normally, I was particularly afraid of those ugly demon soldiers, let alone these monsters that do not belong to the Three Realms...

A monster rushed over and bit his thigh, and the body with double books suddenly felt weak.

He came here relying on this anger, and he could go further in his heart, but his body was already at the end of his strength.

Crowds of monsters rushed towards Huai Shuangshu, densely surrounding him. At this moment, Huai Shuangshu was like an ant trapped at the bottom.

He gave up struggling and resisting, despair pervaded every corner of his body, obviously those monsters did not give him a fatal blow, but Huai Shuangshu felt as if he was dead.

The soul seemed to be floating in the air, looking at this weak and incompetent self mockingly.

Huai Shuangshu began to close his eyes slowly, and all the sounds in his ears seemed to disappear.

"...pain."

A low groan of pain came from the ear, and the monster that was biting towards Huai Shuangshu was pierced through the head by a sword. Huai Shuangshu sat up from the ground, and the long sword in his hand drew a bloody flower.

Blood splattered in front of his eyes, his exhausted body regained strength, Huai Shuangshu stood up again, and walked in the direction of the voice just now.

The surrounding monsters were frightened by his terrifying strength, and no longer dared to approach him, only the thunderous heartbeat of Huai Shuangshu remained.

That voice seemed to have disappeared into the sea, and it never sounded again. The face of Huai Shuangshu gradually became tense, and even the heartbeat seemed to slow down a lot.

He didn't dare to shout out, fearing that if he didn't hear an echo by then, the string in his mind would really be broken.

Huai Shuangshu walked slowly, step by step, towards the place where the voice disappeared just now.

Whether he was tired of what happened in the past or afraid of what would happen in the future, he couldn't tell, but his steps were like those of an old man who was waning.

Those swarming monsters slowly gave way to him, the black robe dragged a bloody arc on the ground, the blood spread from his feet, he seemed to be crawling forward with blood, and the voice just now was the encouragement The drum beats as he advances.

A glimmer of light slowly appeared in the dark vision, Huai Shuangshu lit the lamp in his hand, the dim yellow light seemed to bring some warmth to this gloomy place.

This place is already located in the deepest part of the Abyss of Sin. The monsters are not willing to come here on weekdays. The cold air seems to freeze the blood in the body together. There is foul-smelling muddy water flowing on the ground. Those monsters abandoned by the Three Realms hide in Waiting for an opportunity to move in the water.

There is a high platform in the middle of the water area. Through the blurred light, one can only vaguely see a person tied to the wooden post above.

Because of his small stature, the soles of his feet were suspended above the ground, and his body looked neat, except that there was a bloody hole the size of a fist in his chest.

Sanqing lowered his head, his hair wet with blood was sticking to his face, and he was still whispering persistently.

"it hurts..."

"It hurts...it hurts..."

He seemed to have lost his mind, just repeating a painful word in his mouth.

In fact, the first time I saw Sanqing, Huai Shuangshu's heart was blank, as if there were heavy stones tied to her legs, and she couldn't move forward.

There seemed to be an insurmountable gap in front of him, and Huai Shuangshu looked a little dazed.

So much so that when he came to Sanqing, Huai Shuangshu couldn't recover and stared at Sanqing's face tightly.

He shouted hoarsely, "Sanqing, is that you?"

Hearing this, Sanqing still lowered his head, as if he didn't hear the voice of Huai Shuangshu, and repeatedly shouted that it hurts.

Huai Shuangshu seemed to be stabbed in the chest by countless thin needles, he stepped forward and untied Sanqing's rope, and let him down.

Sanqing's body seemed to have no bones, and he collapsed limply in Huai Shuangshu's arms.

"it hurts..."

Huai Shuangshu wanted to rub Sanqing in his arms vigorously, but he didn't dare. Now Sanqing is like a porcelain doll, as if it will be broken when touched by fingertips.

"Where does it hurt?" Huai Shuangshu's voice was very soft, not daring to speak loudly, and slowly kissed the top of Sanqing's hair, and the smell of iron rust came from his lips.

"... Pain." Sanqing's sparkling eyes had lost all vitality, like a puppet without a soul, dull and lifeless.

"Sanqing, good boy, let me brag for you, okay?"

Huai Shuangshu knelt on the ground and kissed Sanqing's chest helplessly. Although he could still hear the heartbeat, Huai Shuangshu knew that something was missing inside.

On weekdays, his indifferent face was full of cautiousness, and his brows and eyes were full of gentleness. This is what Sanqing loved most on weekdays, but now Sanqing couldn't see it.

Huai Shuangshu always said that his eyes were beautiful, but now this pair of the most beautiful eyes has been destroyed by himself...

The blood on Sanqing's chest had already been kissed clean by Huai Shuangshu, and those monsters stood under the high platform ferociously trying to pounce on them.

"I'll take you away."

Huai Shuangshu hugged Sanqing in her arms, her hair was already scattered behind her head, and her mouth looked a little scarlet because of the blood on it.

Ru Mo's pupils were calm, but he couldn't help but make the scalps of the monsters underneath tingle.

At this time, Huai Shuangshu was no less than the scariest monster here. It just got up from the abyss, as if it was going to bite everyone clean.

In this abyss of sin hidden deep in the ground, the shrill screams rang out all night.

Huai Fengting and Aunt Mei waited anxiously in Chaomu's room, while Feng Yingying sat in the corner waiting for the news, even Huai Cangxiong's face had a hint of doubt, and her thick eyebrows were furrowed together.

"Mother..." Chao Mu on the bed had already woken up, and he opened his arms wide, wanting to be hugged by Aunt Mei.

But Aunt Mei didn't seem to hear, she sat beside the bed in a panic.

"Sijun...he won't..."

Before he could speak, there was a loud noise outside the door, and then the fragile carved wooden door was kicked open.

The dust all over the sky made everyone unable to react for a while, Zhao Mu coughed a little uncomfortable.

Rubbing his eyes, he found a familiar voice standing in front of the door, and he shouted to him in surprise: "Brother..."

When he saw the scene at the door clearly, Zhao Mu's unfinished cry was swallowed back into his stomach.

Huai Shuangshu's face was already covered with blood, his eyes seemed to be bloodshot, and his dark pupils were glowing with blood. He was holding a child who was also bloody in one hand. Lost eyes, looking at an unknown place.

And the other hand...

is holding a head.

The neck was cut off with a single knife. Everyone present knew who this person was.

Not long ago, Huai Cangxiong praised him for his excellent medical skills, but now, he died tragically at the hands of Huai Shuangshu.

He had been quietly looking at the double books in his arms but he seemed to have gone mad suddenly. He threw away the head of the holy doctor, and his body was like a flickering light. past.

"Thinking of you!" Feng Yingying yelled at him with tears in her eyes.

The people around didn't react, and the long sword with the double book had already reached Zhao Mu's eyes.

Zhao Mu seemed to have been frightened, she sat on the bed and dared not move.

"Brother Sijun..." Chaomu's immature childish voice suddenly called out to Huai Shuangshu.

Huai Shuangshu's vision was a bit blurred, and he couldn't tell whether the word "brother" came from Chaomu's mouth or Sanqing's.

The long sword in his hand was slowly lowered, and Huai Cangxiong on the other end had already reacted, kicking Huai Shuangshu's chest suddenly.

The upright figure of Huai Shuangshu who was standing just now was like a piece of rag, slamming against the door.

With a sweet taste in his throat, a mouthful of thick blood gushed out, and he held Sanqing tightly in his arms with double books.

Sanqing's eyes were covered with bloody hands, and the tiredness that was approaching the end appeared on the face carrying double books, and the gentle tone slowly rang in Sanqing's ears.

"...Good dream, Sanqing."