After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

Isn't he dead?

Why did he appear here to meet a man of unknown origin? Could it be that he faked his death and deceived everyone in order to obtain the so-called Ding'an seal?

Whose subordinate is he and who ordered it? Has he already abandoned Tianjing and turned to others?

All the clues come together to form an intricate maze from which there is no way to escape.

Lan Yu's steps were frozen in place. He was in a mess now. Too many things were overlapped together. All he could see were shadows, but not the truth.

He was trying his best to suppress it, but when he saw the man's right hand under the cloak, the hand with the strange seal tattooed on it, all his rationality fell apart in an instant. The beast tore open the cage and wreaked havoc in his heart, chewing every inch of it. All the blood in his bones, muscles and veins coagulated, then suddenly exploded, roaring and pouring into the top of his head.

He will never forget that when he was a child, his mother took him running away in the vast yellow sand. The weak woman staggered forward with a chapped lip, holding a half-grown child in her arms.

A pair of bare feet were dripping with blood, not an inch of skin on the body was good, and the exposed wounds were ferocious and rotten, exuding a fishy smell.

In the dusty sky, she was walking aimlessly like this. The woman's aura was already very weak, but she refused to fall. She couldn't fall. She couldn't lose her child anymore. She had nothing left, even if she didn't. Even if it means death, the child must be sent out of here.

The child fell in his mother's arms, breathless and pale, and he was already on the verge of death.

In a blur, a little bit of warm liquid splashed on the face, and some fell on the lips, followed by a muffled sound that penetrated the flesh, and the woman's unspoken moan stuck in her throat.

He instinctively licked the moisture on his lips and reluctantly opened his eyes, trying to find his mother's face.

But what caught his eye was a hand, a skinny but extremely vicious hand with a strange seal tattooed on it. The hand passed through his mother's chest and lay in front of his eyes. It was covered with his mother's flesh and blood, like branches. The bright red crisp fruit on the head.

He reacted somewhat slowly. The liquid that just fell on his lips was sweet and slightly hot. Was it his mother's blood?

Mother, mother, even mother, doesn’t want him anymore.

Afterwards, I wanted to cry, but couldn't even shed a tear.

The last moment he closed his eyes, Lan Yulian's last hope was shattered into powder in that hand and could no longer be pieced together.

Before Chu Yitang could figure out the situation, Lan Yu had already rushed out of the exit. He was so fast that even Chu Yitang could barely catch him.

The man beat Yun Yi to the ground, straightened his cloak, and turned around without mercy and entered the magic circle to leave.

The moment the magic circle was activated, it suddenly began to tremble violently. When the man was confused, the magic circle instantly broke apart, and a huge momentum swept over him. The man could hardly believe it and flew away, looking in a miserable state.

Who could actually shake open his magic circle?

He suddenly realized that the matter had been revealed and someone was coming to his door!

Before he could get up, an extremely strong wind invaded. The spiritual flow was so powerful that it was like thunder and lightning that suddenly struck down. It had such natural suppressive power that it was so frightening that people didn't know how to fight back for a moment!

Lan Yu had never felt such strong hatred. His eyes were blood red, and his robes rustled in the strong wind, roaring away like a hidden dragon coming out of the abyss.

The tragic scene of his mother's death lingered before his eyes. It had been his inner demon nightmare for so many years. Now that his enemy was right in front of him, Lan Yu almost used all his strength in this attack.

He was completely irrational, there was no other thought in his mind, there was only that hand, the person who killed his mother, he wanted him to die, he must want him to die.

The man hadn't seen the person in front of him clearly yet, so he could only rely on instinct to try to avoid Lan Yu by rubbing the corner of his clothes, but he was still a little short of it. He only felt that half of his body was hit by a heavy hammer, his limbs were in severe pain, and his right hand lost consciousness. , most of the meridians in the body were suddenly broken.

He was half-kneeling on the ground, his eyes widened, and he looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

Lan Yu's eyes were full of murderous intent, his eyes were fierce, and extremely fierce spiritual power was rolling around his body. His eyes were red, and the overwhelming hatred erupted from the rolling lava overwhelmed him to the top, leaving him helpless.

The man stared unwillingly and seemed to want to get up again. After struggling for a while, he still lost strength and staggered down.

At first, Chu Yitang just thought it was a child who couldn't calm down and was eager to do things.

It can be seen that at the moment when Lan Yu exploded all his spiritual power, Chu Yitang realized that there was no impatience. His enemy was obviously extremely jealous when they met and made up his mind to kill him!

He held Lan Yu down and was inevitably frightened by his current appearance. He didn't care about anything else. He grabbed Lan Yu's wrist and shouted: "Lanyu! Why are you crazy? You don't want to die, don't you?" , have you forgotten that there is still a curse on you?"

Lan Yu trembled and gritted his teeth. He was like a drowning man hugging a piece of driftwood, looking for a hug full of anger.

He looked around blankly, tugging on Chu Yitang's sleeves and groping inch by inch. He leaned forward and fell into Chu Yitang's arms.

He had been wronged for so long and suffered so much that even shedding tears was a luxury for him.

His face was filled with silent tears, his lips and teeth were trembling, and he wanted to ask for some comfort and warmth, even a little bit.

All Chu Yitang's words were shattered between his teeth. He slowly raised his hands to cover Lan Yu's eyes, sat on the floor, gently pulled him into his arms, clasped his hands, palms together, and silently conveyed spiritual power to him.

He glanced sideways at the man lying on the ground. There was an eagle, falcon and soaring snake tattooed on his right hand, which was the symbol of the ghost clan.

Is Lan Yu suddenly acting like this because he has grudges against the ghost clan?

He didn't think much, he just hugged the person tighter so that Lan Yu could lean against him.

Lan Yu was buried in his arms, and Chu Yitang's spiritual power was as cool as ice springs, slowly flowing into his heart, and it took a long time to recover. He closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes were moist, and called softly:

"A Tang."

"I think of my grandma."

Chu Yitang lowered his head and looked at the top of his dark hair, his spiritual flow still uninterrupted: "Well, I'm listening."

"But my mother-in-law is no longer here. She was killed."

Lan Yu suppressed his cries and almost couldn't open his mouth: "I don't have a mother anymore. Yuan Qing has a mother, Hong Ran also has one, everyone has one, but I don't have one."

Chu Yitang pondered for a moment and guessed: "Is it related to the ghost tribe?"

"Yes, I will remember all my life how they killed my mother-in-law and how they insulted my mother-in-law. I can't turn a blind eye. I really can't do it. Ah Tang, I can't do it. They killed me. My grandma..."

Chu Yitang couldn't think of words to comfort him, so he clumsily patted Lan Yu's back, trying to comfort him and soothe the puppy, which was showing its teeth and paws but could not control its crying.

The pain of losing a loved one can never be sympathized by others. He lost his mother at a young age. No wonder Lan Yu was so violent when he saw that seal.

These traumas were so painful that he was afraid that he had buried them deep in his heart until now before disclosing them to him carefully.