The Heavens: Rebirth of Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 109: No rejection of visitors

After a long silence, the paper man turned into a look at the child beside him, and then moved his gaze to Ye Erniang.

"Will you play with a child like this and then kill it?"

A little in the air, Ye Erniang's mute hole was untied, and the paper man turned into a slight bow, hoping that she could give herself an answer that was different from that in her memory.

Ye Erniang sneered a few times and said sarcastically.

"What, Nangong Hero is upholding the wrongdoing. Can't he eliminate a big harm to the martial arts world?"

After a long silence, the paper man turned into a body and shook his head slowly.

"I will never dare to do such a redundant thing. You just need to answer whether I am or not."

Ye Erniang looked confused and said something unexpected to the incarnation of the paper man.

"That's obviously my child? Why do you say I kidnapped it?"

Twenty-four years have passed since her child was taken away. She can't remember how many children she kidnapped and killed.

Ye Erniang smiled sweetly, and her expression contained endless misery and sadness.

"Evil, evil! What an extremely evil technique, you will never refuse anyone who comes from meat or vegetable!"

The paper man’s incarnation is naturally the same as the original body, even the same as the ring scar on his back.

"Yes, yes, yes, the child is right, mom will listen to you."

Ye Erniang relaxed her body and hugged him, unable to help but burst into tears.

"What kind of martial arts does this kid practice? How could he absorb so much coldness?"

Ye Erniang frowned and immediately wanted to slap the baby with a palm, but was stopped by the paper man.

"I can't remember it."

Ye Erniang smiled bitterly, and the clues about her child were right in front of her, but she forgot how many children she had killed.

The Tianshan Tong Lao raised his eyebrows, left the ice cellar, quietly caught a parrot, cut his throat and threw it in.

After a while, the blood on the parrot's body turned into a bloodline and merged into Ye Wuxin's body. Even the ice crystals on the surface were slightly red.

When the blood of the peacock was sucked into the body by the ice crystals, Tianshan Tong Lao narrowed her eyes slightly, and her eyes were full of curiosity.

"It's been twenty-four years. My mother misses you during the day and at night. I'm so angry that I lost you, so I went to steal other people's children."

Ye Erniang looked anxious and racked her brains to recall.

"Stop committing murder and send this child back to others, mom."

At this moment, the child lying on the bed suddenly cried, interrupting the joy of reunion.

"My son! Mom has been looking for you for twenty-four years, and today I finally asked Mom to find you!"

The emotions of the paper man's incarnation became extremely complicated, and the emotional fragments that were forcibly stripped away by Ye Wuxin began to churn at this time.

"Your child? Will your child be killed by you when you get tired of playing with it? Send this baby back."

The paper man turned into a transformation and nodded slightly, slowly took off his half-body robe, and exposed the ring scar on his back as big as a copper coin.

It has only been six hours since Ye Wuxin's transformation. She had just finished practicing today's eight desolate six-heaven, and she heard the sound of water flowing in the ice cellar.

When I walked down the third floor of the ice cellar, I saw that most of the ice cubes turned into clear water, but the ice crystal on Ye Wuxin's body was still safe and sound.

Upon hearing this, Ye Erniang's face changed and her expression became extremely anxious.

"Send him back? Then, who will send me back my child?"

Unlocking Ye Erniang's acupoints, the paper man turned into a sad look, but he couldn't shed a trace of tears.

"Interesting, interesting! Grandma, I want to see how much you can swallow."

As soon as his figure flashed, the Tianshan Tong Lao left the ice cellar, grabbed another peacock and came back, cutting his throat and bleeding like flowing water.

After touching the clear water, Tianshan Tong Lao was surprised to find that the cold air was being sucked into Ye Wuxin's body.

Xixia Palace, the third floor of the ice cellar, Tianshan Tonglao looked at the puddle in front of her and her expression became extremely strange.

Thinking of this, Tianshan Tonglao threw the medicinal materials she had collected from the Imperial Pharmacy into clear water one by one, waiting for the changes in it.

Here, Tianshan Tonglao started the experiment curiously, but Ye Wuxin in the ice crystal was very strange.

"What a domineering skill. Who created the method that can instantly use the medicine for yourself. Even my grandma's eight desolate six-heaven can't do such a mysterious skill."

"Do you have twenty-seven ring scars under your child?"

When Ye Erniang heard the paper man turn into a word, she became quite surprised and nodded to him repeatedly.

"But, other people's children are not as good as their own children!"

In the boundary between life and death, Ye Wuxin stopped the Mingyu Gong in his practice and subconsciously activated the Blood River Sword Sutra.

"How do you know? Have you seen him wherever you have seen him?"

The paper man turned into a complicated face and looked at Ye Erniang and continued to ask.

After a while, the precious medicinal materials slowly turned into dead branches and debris, sinking under the puddle.

"When I was in Xiaojing Lake, the child should recognize his mother. I will forgive him for being rude in all his actions."

"Doing all evils, so one does everything, and one does everything."

At this time, although he could not detect time, he still subconsciously practiced the most suitable technique for himself according to his body's instinct.

"How many children have you killed? If you answer me, I will consider whether to answer you."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. My child is here to find you, it's okay."

"You are. You are!"

After crying for a while, he grabbed the paper man and turned to look left and right, looking surprised.

They hurriedly coaxed the child, and the two walked towards the child's original home.

Finally, she spoke slowly, making the paper man incarnated and couldn't help but recite the Buddha's name, looking sad.

The paper man turned into a hat and took off his hat. His facial features were straight, and his face was faintly similar to Ye Erniang.

Patting Ye Erniang's back, the paper man turned into a word and comforted him.

Seeing this, Ye Erniang couldn't help but tremble and looked at him in disbelief.

He threw away the emotions in his mind, and there was a little helplessness in the tone of the paper man's incarnation.

The heart lake was filled with waves, and then it was suppressed by Ming Yugong's coldness.

In the darkness without time and space, the only way he can stay awake is to keep practicing the skills in memory.

Whether it is the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin in Buddhism, the Dragon and Elephant Prajna, the Yijin Sutra, the Mingyu Gong of the Taoist Sect, the Quanzhen Heart Method, or the Blood River Sword Sutra that is biased towards the evil path, he has begun to dabble.

This is the boundary between life and death. Ye Wuxin didn't care about the so-called conflicts between meridians, the evil spirits and blood qi of the martial arts, the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon.

He only knew that maybe this would allow him to survive.

(End of this chapter)