Chapter 31 Huo Yuhao’s Nightmare

Chapter 31 Huo Yuhao’s Nightmare

About three days ago, outside the Duke's Mansion of the Star Luo Empire.

"why?!"

"Why is God so unfair to me? Why did God give me such a fate?!"

"What on earth...did I do wrong...?! Why, you answer me?!"

A young man was crying bitterly while holding the tombstone in front of him. Pictures from the past flashed through his mind. On a cold winter day, he and his mother hugged each other to keep warm in the dilapidated lower room. His mother took out a piece of stone from her arms. He handed the sesame cake to his child, and all he saw was his mother's red skin.

"Mom - Mom -" In his own consciousness, the boy cried bitterly and hugged his mother, just like he was holding the tombstone engraved with his mother's name at this moment, and finally said with sobs, "Mom, I don't want to If you like sesame cakes, don’t ever bring them to me again...I, I don’t like sesame cakes..."

"Mom is sorry for you." The voice rang in the boy's mind, "Mom... I can only accompany Xiao Yuhao to this point..."

"No, no!" The young man hugged his mother in consciousness and the tombstone in reality, curling up and saying, "Mom, I will protect you. Your Xiao Yuhao has reached level ten and you can get the first soul ring right away. , became a soul master!"

"Huh? You're such a loser, but you want to become a soul master?" In the boy's consciousness, a boy with heterochromatic eyes stood in front of him and his mother, "You don't even have the White Tiger Spirit of my Dai family. Are you worthy of saying that you can become a soul master?"

In the boy's imaginary nightmare, the boy with heterochromatic eyes raised his foot contemptuously and kicked towards his dying mother.

"No! Don't!" The boy yelled in horror. He hugged his mother with all his strength, but the other's delicate boots passed through his body, as if he was just a phantom that did not exist, but... He could feel the heartbreaking pain that penetrated his body again.

Finally, the leather boots stepped heavily on the woman's body, making a heavy muffled sound. The woman was stepped on her abdomen, and both she and the boy coughed up a mouthful of black-red blood.

"Hahahaha! Besides saying no, what else can you do?" The boy with heterochromatic eyes laughed loudly, his voice full of sarcasm, "Recognize yourself! Face the reality! Hahahaha!" "

"Dai Huabin!" The young man was furious. He raised his hand and wanted to push the other person away from his mother. "Your words cannot confuse me, and I will not give in!"

However, his move failed.

Just like when Dai Huabin abused his mother, his whole body was illusory. This time, his hands once again passed through Dai Huabin's body without any hindrance.

He is like a transparent person, there is no place for him in this world... No, maybe he shouldn't exist in this world at all. He heard screams and coughing up blood from behind him. Behind him, his mother was tortured to the point of being unable to scream.

The young man's attack failed and he knelt on the ground. Everything he did was in vain. He hated himself. He hated himself for being unable to do anything!

At this time, Dai Huabin leaned down as if looking at a worm struggling on the ground and handed the boy a sharp weapon. The young man forced himself to prop up his body and stared blankly at the thing in front of him, which was a white dagger.

"How's it going? How's it going? Does it look familiar?" Dai Huabin's voice was full of temptation and sneer, "Do you still remember who held it before? Do you know why it is here with me?"

"Ha...ha...white...tiger dagger!" The young man's eyes were full of mist, he was breathing heavily and his voice was trembling.

"Yes! Yes! Turn around and take a look and tell the answer in your heart!" Dai Huabin's voice surrounded his ears, "Your mother Huo Yun'er..."

He possessed him again, lowered his head and put his lips to the young man's ear. His voice was soft, as if he wanted to tell him the biggest secret in the world.

"She's already - dead... Hehehehehehehehahahahaha~"

Click - Dai Huabin's words and mean smile were as fierce as the claws of an evil tiger, and like the silent undercurrent under the ice.

Under the dumbfounded eyes, the young man's state of mind hidden deep in his soft heart was like glass, being shattered by the tiger from top to bottom and the undercurrent from the inside out.

Mom... is dead... this dilapidated house is the end of her life...

Mom, she is really dead... I failed to protect her... She was kicked to death in front of me. I couldn't protect her, and I will be treated as trash by those who know about it... for the rest of my life. I can only live in accusation and regret...

But why did my mother stay smiling and hold her breath in her last moments? Didn't she... hate it?

"Because I have a child who loves me and a husband I love." The voice said.

But the boy looked at his dead mother, and then listened to his still beating heartbeat, and his mother's words turned into noisy sobs.

"Gugu—gugu—"

Among the noisy sobs, there was a little clear cry. Huo Yuhao remembered that this sound came from his mother's martial spirit, which was a kind of owl.

His mother took him to the woods outside the Duke's Palace when he was young, took him to identify various wild plants, and also tried to teach him to understand the words of owls.

"Gugu—gugu—"

Huo Yuhao listened to the owl's cry hidden in the sobs, and he understood. Mom is saying——

I also want to be loved, and I also want my Yuhao to be loved...

His broken state of mind turned into sharp glass, carving bloody words on his heart, which were his crazy and sharp inner monologue. The stinging pain from his heart spread with his tears, and the brightest red flowers bloomed under his mother's body.

What are these?Is that what I want to say?Why am I still alive after my mother died... Is it my fault?

What should I do?

"Cuckoo-"

……kill him.

In his consciousness, the young man seemed to suddenly wake up, but his eyes were as empty as those of himself who was trapped in a nightmare in reality. He stood up mechanically like a puppet.

<divclass="contentadv"> He snatched the White Tiger Dagger from the opponent's hand, and then used all his strength to stab Dai Huabin behind him, who was abusing his mother!

Once, twice, three times!

However, not surprisingly, the White Tiger Dagger became void the moment it was taken away. All the attacks passed through Dai Huabin's body again, stabbing his mother behind him, who was no longer breathing. ! Puff puff, leaving deeper scars on my mother's body.

The glass that was transformed from the broken state of mind, the glass that opened the bloody wound on his heart, penetrated deeper.

The words of the feeble monologue he had carved on his heart became unfamiliar at this time, and he began to fail to recognize the words he had just written on his heart.

Those crooked strokes began to rotate, forming a more distorted picture, which was the face of Dai Huabin and the Duchess. The mother and son put their index fingers at the corners of their eyes and slid them down, spitting out bloody tongues. There were two words at the bottom of the picture.

He knew these two words - trash.

He was in a trance, and suddenly looking back, the past ten years were suddenly vivid in his mind, including his father's departure, the indifference of everyone in the Duke's Palace, the injustice and grievances he and his mother had suffered, and how he sought medicine to treat her mother's wounds. , knelt in front of the Duchess but was kicked away...

He suddenly understood that some people in this world are born wrong, and no one will save you. Just like he questioned God, those who question the injustice of fate and hope that someone will come to save them are precisely the people who no one cares about and who no one in the world will save.

Finally, he remembered that in order to give him a bite of hot food in winter, his mother put hot sesame cakes into her clothes, just so that her lovely Xiao Yuhao would not have to eat cold potatoes... Xiao Yuhao was dumbfounded. He looked at his mother's red and broken chest that had been burned...

"Gugu—gugu—"

"Xiao Yuhao must eat them all, so that he can keep his body in good shape."

"Xiao Yuhao has awakened his true martial soul. This kind of unique thing happened to my little man. It is really a blessing from God."

"When Yuhao grows up, he can take his mother on a long trip. How about Yuhao taking his mother to find his father?"

"Yu Hao... Yu Hao..."

"Xiao Yuhao..."

"Don't feel bad for mom. Mom is very strong. This little injury is nothing... Then dad is busy, he is the great general and hero of the empire! You can't let him be distracted, then mom will be sad..."

"Don't worry about mom, a woman loves a man..."

"Yuhao..."

"Cuckoo..."

The words his mother whispered were as clear and gentle as the cries he had heard before; they were like thunder and rumble; and they were like sharp knives piercing his heart.

He sat on the ground blankly, with empty eyes, and murmured to himself: "Be strong...small injury, Shaobing...chest, red, painful..."

Small wounds, sadness, pain...

"Ah! No!!! Why didn't I die!" The eleven-year-old boy roared in despair. He finally collapsed. Since his mother was dead and he couldn't kill Dai Huabin, he might as well kill himself.

He raised the White Tiger Dagger and pierced his chest.

He doesn't want to live anymore.

However, he didn't show any injuries, all his attacks failed again, and he couldn't even commit suicide!

Dai Huabin stood next to him, scratching his cheeks with his sharp mouth, dancing with his hands, putting his fingers under the corners of his eyes, and spitting out a bloody tongue. Although he did not speak, the sound still reached his ears: "Trash."

He stumbled down, gasping for breath, and banged his head against the wall next to him. His movements were clumsy and fierce, but it was still useless, because he could still hear Dai Huabin's voice: "Trash...trash..."

He should be dying soon, right?Dai Huabin's voice is getting softer and quieter...

……

"e=(o｀*)))Alas..." High in the sky, someone unknown sighed. Then, a wave of energy came, breaking the boy's deep nightmare.

The boy was still crouching in front of his mother's grave, his face covered with blood and tears. He held a white dagger tightly in both hands and stabbed into his chest. Large pieces of blood were scattered on his clothes. His head was weak but he was shaking. He knocked on the tombstone and suffered a bloody head.

The nameless energy came again, and an illusory figure floated out of the tomb, with empty eyes, wrapped in that energy. Her empty eyes seemed to be searching for something, and finally fell on the young man on the ground.

"Yuhao..."

"If he passes the test, you will be reunited." A voice came from the nameless energy, "It won't be long."

A slight drizzle fell, washing over the young man and healing all the hideous wounds on his body. Some of the rainwater entered his body along his wounds and pores, silently nourishing his meridians and repairing his soul.

The large bloodstain in front of him was also washed away in a strange way. Nothing happened, just a moderate rain.

"I hope this new star can succeed."

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This is what happened to Huo Yuhao before he ran away from home. The time point can be seen as after he buried his mother, he was treated coldly in the Duke's Palace and missed his mother, and then ran to his mother's grave to pray. Finally, under the stimulation of this incident, he finally decided to run away from home.

Consider it a side story.