Chapter 1 Prologue Burial
Xingluo Empire, Xingluo City, Cemetery.
Empty, cold, desolate, sad, lonely - this is the true portrayal of this place.
The dim morning light at dawn, like a curtain on the mourning hall, gently enveloped the entire cemetery.
There are no evergreen pines, cypresses or other trees guarding the cemetery here, only scattered tombstones standing alone.
The desolate morning wind sobbed over the bare graves, rolling up the fallen leaves that drifted from nowhere. They rolled into a whirlwind, circling, sobbing, as if mourning, missing, and crying, just like the lonely, quiet, long-kneeling little boy who looked like a gray sculpture.
The little boy had a slightly messy black short hair and drooped eyes, making it difficult to see the brilliance in his eyes. He knelt motionlessly in front of the new grave, silent and lonely.
The brand new tombstone beside him accompanied him, and the mottled stone carvings were engraved with "The Tomb of the Loving Mother Huo Yun'er".
This was engraved word by word by the boy himself, and it was only engraved by him alone.
His mother died, and he collected his mother's body, dug a grave, and buried his mother in this shallow grave alone, just like burying half of his world.
For the living, perhaps the death of relatives and friends is slowly burying the world that belongs to them.
Moreover, for the little boy, although this world is very big, the world that belongs to him is very small, only big enough to accommodate two or three people. The death of his mother is like the burial of half of his world.
The little boy is called Huo Yuhao, not the protagonist Huo Yuhao in Peerless Tang Sect.
He is a time traveler.
He ate, drank, played, and indulged in sensual pleasures during his lifetime. He was a complete hedonist, but he didn't expect that one day he would travel through time.
I don't know if there was water in Meng Po's soup, but after his martial soul awakened at the age of six, he gradually recovered his memories of his previous life.
The memories slowly awakened and merged over more than two years, and when he was almost nine years old, all the fusion was completed. He also gradually recovered from the mentality of an innocent child to the mentality of a twenties in his previous life.
He finally knew that he was reincarnated as Huo Yuhao, the son of destiny who was put on a collar and leash by the Tang God King in the peerless Tang Sect and trained to be a loyal dog.
There is no doubt that he hated the choice and future of Huo Yuhao in the past. Even if he could become a god step by step, he still hated it.
In his previous life, he liked to have fun, so how could he be willing to be a loyal dog with a chain and no freedom.
Fortunately, he did not have a golden finger. There was a white light in his mind, but no matter how he was stimulated, he did not respond.
Although he didn't know what it was, it also made him feel more at ease. After all, with the golden finger, he could more calmly break free from his original fate.
The future is too far away, but the current situation of him and his mother Huo Yun'er is not optimistic.
He has been dependent on his mother since he was a child. Until today, even if his memory awakens, his mother is still the most important person to him.
Because of taking care of him, his mother suffered from the Duchess's difficulties, and the servants of the Duke's Mansion also followed suit, bullying and insulting them to please the Duchess.
Every day, his mother was assigned a lot of labor, but they only had one meal. In this way, his mother's body was slowly worn out. When his memory awakened and he could do something, his mother was already terminally ill.
Huo Yuhao knew that if this continued, his mother would not have much time left. I remember that in the original book, his mother would die suddenly when he was ten years old.
But what should he do? With his mother's physical condition, only a powerful healing spirit master or a natural treasure can have it, and how can they afford it?
In order to save his mother, he had no choice but to find that man, his father who had never met and abandoned them - Duke of White Tiger Dai Hao.
So, after finding out about Dai Hao, Huo Yuhao quietly packed his bag and traveled alone to the military camp where Duke of White Tiger was stationed.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment!
He did not see that man.
When he explained to the soldiers that he was the son of Duke of White Tiger and begged them to report his news, he waited for the adjutant of Duke of White Tiger, and then he was sent back to Duke of White Tiger's mansion.
He didn't know whether Dai Hao knew his information, maybe he didn't know, maybe he knew, but the result was no different. He no longer had time to resent his blood father.
His mother's health was getting worse, so Huo Yuhao had to start a business to improve their lives. The meticulous perception of the spirit eye martial soul and the cooking skills he had learned in his previous life allowed him to successfully earn a considerable amount of money and improve the lives of both mother and son. But when he wanted to expand his business, he was banned from doing business by the Ministry of Industry and Commerce of the Xingluo Empire.
The White Tiger Duchess was the princess of the Xingluo Empire, and she could ruin his business with just one sentence.
He wanted to ask a healing spirit master to treat his mother, but no spirit master from the Xingluo Empire dared to come and treat her.
At the same time, his mother was imprisoned by the Duchess and was not allowed to leave the Duke's Mansion. From the Duchess's teasing and cold smile, Huo Yuhao saw that she was teasing him.
No matter how hard you struggle, you can't save your mother! The Duchess seemed to be saying.
Huo Yuhao decided to go to other countries to find a way to save his mother. Finally, after he spent almost all his savings to buy a pill that could improve his mother's health and strengthen her body, his mother's health finally improved.
Everything seemed to be getting better.
According to the original work, his mother, who died of illness when he was ten years old, lived until he was eleven years old, and her health gradually recovered.
However, there are unexpected events, and his mother still died.
It is said that because his mother bumped into Dai Huabin, she was accidentally beaten to death by the guards of the Duke's Mansion, and he didn't even see his mother for the last time.
He didn't do anything!
Huo Yuhao looked at his mother's tombstone in front of him quietly, and stared coldly at the White Tiger Duke's Mansion and Xingluo City in the distance.
The death of the only relative in this world made his heart full of hatred for the entire White Tiger Duke's Mansion and the Xingluo Empire.
He will make these people come back! The Duchess, Dai Hao, Dai Huabin, everyone in the White Tiger Duke's Mansion! And the entire Xingluo Empire!
Although Huo Yuhao knew that his mother had never blamed Dai Hao. But he was different. He attributed every bit of suffering, humiliation and death his mother had endured to Dai Hao.
It took more than ten years from his mother's pregnancy to her death. As the Duke of White Tiger, was it so difficult for Dai Hao to send someone to take a look? Was it too much for him to provide a woman and a child with basic living expenses? In the original novel, Dai Hao said that the only person he loved was Huo Yun'er. He thought it was ridiculous. He was afraid that it was just a deliberate trick based on Huo Yuhao's extraordinary talent at that time.
The most ridiculous thing was that Huo Yuhao in the original novel actually took her to the God Realm!
Ha, ha ha ha --
Huo Yuhao turned his back to the rising sun and suddenly laughed. His laughter was uglier than crying.
He just stared at the tombstone in front of him.
He was sad and hateful. He hated the Duchess, Dai Hao, and his own weakness and powerlessness.
Huo Yuhao clenched his fists. The morning sun shone on him, casting a long shadow that overlapped with the shadow of the tombstone.
In front of him was a desolate and messy cemetery, with graves with or without tombstones scattered here, quiet and desolate. Behind him was the prosperous Xingluo City, the White Tiger Duke's Mansion covering an area of 3,000 acres, with singing and dancing.
After a long time, Huo Yuhao kowtowed and staggered to his feet.
Because he had been kneeling for too long, his legs had long been numb. He fell to the ground and struggled to stand up again.
His expression was firm, and his bright eyes were like a dark abyss. He moved out of the cemetery step by step without looking back at the tombstone.
Under the sunlight, the shadows of light and dark intertwined on his face, making his face half bathed in sunlight and half covered in shadows.
"Mother, just wait and see. I will definitely come back to avenge you and seek justice for us mother and son!"
"I will become a god and then resurrect you. I know you have never blamed Dai Hao, but everything you have suffered over the years is because of him."
"He is not worthy of being a husband or a father. I will not let him go, nor will I let go of those who bullied us!"
"I will settle accounts one by one, and then resurrect you after everything is done! I will never be like another me!"
