"Where will my fate ultimately lead?"

He himself didn't know Irelia's fate, but Yasuo didn't know his own fate either. He looked at the haggard and decadent face in the bucket. Yasuo, who woke up from a hangover, buried his head directly.

He entered the well water that he had spent a long time to draw up, and then he soaked his head in it without thinking, trying to cheer up his listless face.

However, just when he completely soaked his face in the bucket, he suddenly couldn't feel the coolness of the well water. Instead, he felt a warm and sticky feeling, and his nose and tongue also felt a trace of familiar blood.

The smell. So he suddenly opened his eyes, and then found a trace of blood at the bottom of the bucket. Then, Yongen's pale face suddenly appeared in front of him, with bleeding from all the orifices, and hatred in his eyes.

Yasuo tried to break free from the bucket in fear, but Yongen suddenly pulled out two red arms from the depths of the water, stuck them tightly on the back of his neck, and with a voice full of resentment,

Yasuo whispered softly in his ear.

"You killed me!"

Yasuo's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he tried hard to struggle, but at this time Yongen's arm directly caught his neck, suffocating him. At the same time, the faces of his fellow disciples who died tragically also suddenly appeared.

In this bucket, and with the same emphasis as Yongen, he said the words that made Yasuo extremely frightened.

"You killed us!"

Yasuo couldn't bear this fear anymore, but he still couldn't break free. When he thought he was going to be killed by the evil ghost who was seeking his life, he suddenly sat up from the bed, panting and full of fear.

Sweating profusely.

"...is it a dream?"

He looked around blankly and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he was at his own home. Then after being in a daze for a while, he picked up the wine gourd next to him and took two sips, hoping to numb his nerves with the alcohol.

.

The effect was very good. The smell of low-quality spirits made his brain temporarily fall into drowsiness, and he looked at the moon in the sky and lost all sleepiness. He first timidly glanced at the hazy courtyard under the moonlight, and there was no trace of it.

He breathed a sigh of relief after discovering some evil spirit that was seeking his life. Then he looked at his mother's room with shame and sadness, then got out of bed, and habitually touched the sword under his pillow.

However, his search was in vain. He turned around to look for it in confusion, and then found that his sword had been stuffed into his urinal, and the hilt was also wet. It was obvious that he had done it before.

Order something.

He forgot when he did this, but now he didn't feel anything at all, only a dull feeling of 'Ah, there it is.' Then he staggered to his home while drinking.

Next to the well, I closed my eyes and prayed for a while. Then I stretched out my hand, trying to stir up the wind, and used my own wind to turn the bucket on one side so that I could get water to wash my face.

However, nothing happened. Things that were as natural as breathing could not be done now. The wind that had always been around him in the past had completely disappeared, leaving him to only wander over.

Like a farmer, you get a bucket and draw water.

While washing his face, he looked at the bucket and was afraid, but when he mustered up the courage, he only saw a bright moon inside and a face as haggard as in the dream.

"Those who rebel against the teacher and the Tao are like maggots. Those who betray their brothers and abandon their brothers are worse than pigs and dogs."

He chanted an Ionian proverb to himself in the water in a poetic tone, and then looked at his decadent appearance and mockingly said a title.

"Zuli."

Suli is something that is hated by people, a disaster, a misfortune, and everything bad.

Think about your life. If you had never been born, a mother with only one child would still be able to find a good family. But if you were born, your brother would no longer have to work and practice swordsmanship.

In addition, he also has to deal with the troubles caused by his own fighting, so that he often cannot go to the dojo to practice, and it is difficult to concentrate when practicing. If he had never been born, then they would not die, and everyone would not be like this.

They were so sad, and their sad family members had to come to comfort him, the culprit.

"It would have been better if I had not been born..."

He still murmured to himself in the tone of reciting poetry, then knelt down by the well and plunged into the bucket. He didn't get out of it for a long time, as if he wanted to use the bucket to drown himself.

"Yasuo! You went to fight again!"

"Yasuo! Can't you let me and my mother worry less?"

"Yasuo! You can't make your mother sad anymore!"

"Yasuo! It's practice time! This is not the time for you to drink and have fun!"

"Congratulations, Yasuo! But you can't just sit around like this!"

………………

First of all, there was the scolding voice of his brother since he was a child. The tone of scolding him even if it was a congratulation, which also made Yasuo more and more uneasy as Yongen's voice became more and more mature. So immediately followed, his

The voices of my former brothers appeared in my ears.

"Yasuo! There is a super beautiful new wife from the next village!"

"Yasuo! You are really a swordsman genius!"

"Yasuo, you are so awesome!"

"Yasuo!"

"Yasuo!"

"Save me! Yasuo!"

………………

who I am?

Do I really deserve to live?

Yasuo's spirit began to drift. However, at this moment, an elder with white hair suddenly broke into the small courtyard. And before the two young men behind him had even landed, he grabbed them.

Yasuo's back collar pulled him out of the bucket. But this was not the end, because the next moment he did this, he gestured with a sword finger with his free right hand, and said something in his mouth

Got the secret spell.

"Reveal yourself!"

It didn't take more than a second, and even before Yasuo could react, the spell was finished and the spirit of speech was exhaled. A long sword shining with blue and white light also flew out from the old man's back, and in

With the slide of his fingers and arms, he slashed towards Yasuo's body.

"cut!"

Yasuo instinctively wanted to resist and fight for his life from this sword so that he could support his mother. But at this moment, Yongen's blood-covered face appeared again, and his tragic victims

The brothers and sisters also whispered in his ear along with Yongen.

"Where do you want to go?"

Yes, as long as I die...

Yasuo gave up resistance, and the blue sword shadow also passed through his body at this moment. However, the scene of bloody flesh and blood did not appear. Instead, a little devil with a scarlet face screamed from Yasuo.

Suo fell out of his body and wanted to escape, but unfortunately, the blue sword penetrated his head the next moment and disappeared into smoke.

"You almost turned into a ghost because of your negative emotions! Young man! You didn't even have an Azakana to induce you! You almost turned into a ghost! You know what you will do if you do this

Has the family and the teacher been brought to shame?! Who is your master! I must have a serious talk with him!"

Ku Shuo, who had killed the evil ghost that was about to take shape, looked at the still decadent Yasuo with a serious look on his face, and grabbed his shoulders with force. After waiting for a while, Yasuo still couldn't get the kneeling Yasuo who was decadent.

After his answer, I stopped waiting for his answer.

"Shen, Jie! Take him with you and let's go visit Elder Suma. It was he who asked us to come. He should know something."
Chapter completed!