Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

The murderous voice rang in his ears, extinguishing the joy that Lingxiao Sanren had just felt, replacing it with endless chill.

In that instant, Lingxiao Sanren felt as if he had been dragged into the Netherworld, and every pore on his body shrank.

Damn it! How could this monster have returned so quickly! Did Crimson Flame Venerable die so soon?

No, that son of a bitch always runs faster than a rabbit. He must have realized the situation was bad and just ran away!

Damn it! Damn it! Absolutely damn it!

While cursing the ancestors of the Crimson Flame Venerable in his heart, Lingxiao Sanren dared not move an inch in reality.

In that instant, he had already thought of a hundred ways to torture him.

The difference is that in the past he always used it on others, but this time, he himself is the one who suffers.

"boom--"

With a loud bang, Lingxiao Sanren felt a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, followed by the instantaneous collapse of all the meridians in his body.

A large foot blocked his view, and his dazed head bumped intimately against the ground.

He tried to muster all his strength to resist, but the power that he used to wield so easily gave him no response.

The five elements of spiritual energy roamed freely within Lingxiao Sanren's body, completely disintegrating all of his power.

He was clearly a great master at the level of a Celestial Martial Saint, but at this moment he was being wantonly manipulated like a child's toy.

After stomping on all of Lingxiao Sanren's meridians, Mu An made no further moves.

He turned his head and looked at Mu Ling'er, who had rushed to his side.

The little girl still doesn't know that the person on the ground is her greatest enemy in this life; she only thinks he is a madman who dared to attack the Mu family.

In a good mood, Mu Ling'er circled around Lingxiao Sanren, nodding her little head back and forth.

"A twelve-zhang-tall Dharma image, these cultists are quite formidable."

"spirit……"

Upon hearing Mu Ling'er's voice, Lingxiao Sanren on the ground became excited. Ignoring the excruciating pain tearing through his body, he struggled to touch Mu Ling'er with his own hands, while trying to utter some seductive words.

Snap—

With a crisp sound, Lingxiao Sanren's head smashed through the bluestone bricks, denting into the ground, and his mouth, which had just opened, was filled with mud.

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

After crushing Lingxiao Sanren's throat, Mu An didn't even glance at him, instead giving Mu Ling'er an expression that was hard to decipher—whether it was a smile or something else.

He didn't know what he wanted to say to Mu Ling'er, and the words that came out of his mouth were somewhat incoherent.

"Did I scare you?"

Mu Ling'er was taken aback by his awkward expression and instinctively shook her head.

She had witnessed Mu An kill people, and this was considered gentleness; she was used to such things.

What really bothered her was that, in her memory, she had never seen Mu An act like this before.

Are you nervous?

Mu An was indeed a little nervous, so much so that he didn't even realize that he had unconsciously increased the pressure on Ling Xiao Sanren's head, deforming Ling Xiao Sanren's head completely.

"Da'an, if you keep stomping on him like that, his head will be flattened."

"Oh...right...we can't let him off so easily..."

Amidst a series of incomprehensible words, Mu An gradually calmed down.

He looked at Mu Ling'er standing in front of him and let out a long sigh of relief.

As Mu Ling'er grew increasingly confused, Mu An used his Five Elements spiritual power to create a rope and tied up Ling Xiao Sanren.

After doing all that, Mu An stepped forward, ruffled Mu Ling'er's hair, and said softly.

Do you remember this person?

Mu Ling'er was slightly taken aback and didn't react for a while.

Should she know this cult member?

No, this cultist just talked for a long time outside the formation and even took out many things that seemed to be related to her.

Could it be...

Mu Ling'er lowered her head. She thought of the book that Lingxiao Sanren was waving, and the blood-red characters.

3333 - Mu Ling'er

What does this mean?

Her gaze shifted to Lingxiao Sanren and she saw the already dead infant on his shoulder.

After a few breaths of silence, Mu Ling'er squatted down and picked up the yellowed book from the ground.

She flipped through the pages with all her might, her fingers trembling more and more. When she finally reached the page with her own name on it, she began to shake all over.

Mu An saw everything but didn't say anything to comfort her. She simply let Mu Ling'er turn the page to the last page.

It was a line of text that had only been written recently, written in bright red blood, so red it was glaring and disturbing.

Four Thousand – Lingxiao Sanren and His Most Accomplished Works

Time passed second by second, and Xiao Lü and Xiao He stopped about five meters away from Mu Ling'er. They looked at Mu Ling'er, their eyes almost overflowing with worry.

But none of them stepped forward; instead, like Mu An, they stood quietly beside Mu Ling'er, watching over her.

stab-

The pages of the book were torn to shreds. Mu Ling'er suddenly stood up and stumbled to Ling Xiao Sanren's side.

She didn't vent her anger on Lingxiao Sanren, nor did she rush into Mu An's arms. Instead, she picked up the baby who had been dead for a long time, lowered her head, and remained silent for a long time.

A painting depicting a family of four was laid out on the ground, stained red with the blood of Lingxiao Sanren.

The little girl was placed in the middle, the older brother held his sister, the husband had his arm around his daughter, and the wife had her arm around her son.

Mu Ling'er slumped to the ground, her hair disheveled. She stared blankly at the painting on the ground, looking up and down intermittently.

The girl in the painting doesn't actually resemble Mu Ling'er much now. From Mu Ling'er's own perspective, she can't see anything at all.

Mu Ling'er felt a little empty inside, even though she had always thought that she didn't really care about these things.

Shouldn't feelings be cultivated? She clearly has no memory of her former relatives.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't be too upset to hear this news.

But now, why does her heart feel so empty?

Mu Ling'er turned to look at Mu An, then at Xiao He and Xiao Lü. After seeing the three figures clearly, she calmed down a little.

Thankfully, thankfully, her family is still alive; she's not alone.

After regaining her senses, Mu Ling'er finally asked the question.

Why?

The little girl's voice was a little hoarse, and she kept her head down, holding a baby named Lin Yu in her arms.

Having lost the ability to speak, Lingxiao Sanren naturally did not answer.

The person asking the question doesn't expect an answer; they just keep asking questions to vent their emotions.

Why?

"What did they do to offend you?"

"Why was I the only one who survived?"

"If you came for me, why kill this innocent child?"

Mu Ling'er spoke one sentence after another, her eyes red and her fists clenched.

Seeing Mu Ling'er's disheveled appearance made Xiao Lü and Xiao He's hearts clench, and they almost couldn't help but step forward and hug her.

But some things, in the end, must be faced.

Just as they were about to lose their temper, Mu Ling'er stood up on her own. Her expression gradually returned to calm. She wiped her reddened eyes and staggered to Mu An's side.

The little head buried itself in Mu An's arms, the buzzing sound was so faint that only Mu An could hear it.

"What is the maximum number of pieces a person can be cut into?"

"As many as you want."

"Then let's cut it into four thousand pieces."

"Do you want to do it yourself?"