The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

In less than a moment, all 200,000 people in Shuigu City were slaughtered.

Except for one family, that is Zhao Yuanwai's family in the north of the city.

Member Zhao is already nearly sixty this year, but he still has an only daughter, who was married twenty years ago.

In the past few days, he took his family servants to his uncle's house, brought his daughter and several grandchildren back to the house, and lived with them for a while.

By chance, I escaped this disaster.

I can only say that time is also destiny.

If Zhao Ying'er hadn't given the old beggar a string of copper coins, she wouldn't have dug up her family's ancestral graves and been forced to marry outside.

Then today, she can only turn her family into the dead souls in the city, and there will be no second possibility.

Twenty miles outside the city, there is a small hill.

Over the years, for unknown reasons, the vegetation on this low mountain began to grow wildly, and the previous road was no longer traceable.

There was no other way. Later, people had to re-open a single path to get out. It was far from the previous road and was wide enough to carry a sedan chair.

On the trail, member Zhao was holding a two-year-old girl, followed by a beautiful middle-aged woman and two and a half boys.

This beautiful woman's facial features were familiar, and she could still tell that she was Zhao Yinger.

Over the years, she has given birth to two sons and a daughter. Her husband and wife are harmonious, and her husband loves her very much. Their life is extremely happy.

"Daughter, when we get home, we will take our three grandchildren to worship our ancestors." Zhao Yuanwai smiled broadly.

"Dad, are you still following the old rules?" Zhao Yinger covered her lips and smiled softly.

"Old rules, of course, are old rules."

Zhao Ying'er shook her head helplessly, as if she was remembering her childhood again.

Suddenly, she shook her head and looked around, not knowing what she was looking at.

Across the path, a young man in white clothes with short hair was walking towards him. There was still a faint trace of blood on his body, which looked out of place with his surroundings.

"Old man, what kind of meat do you think I don't eat?" he asked calmly.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be unkind, Mr. Zhao was frightened and said: "No... I don't eat beef. May I ask this young man, I... am I guessing right?"

Opposite me, the young man smiled and shook his head: "Hey, I am kind-hearted, and I have never killed any living thing without any reason in my life."

"Old man, who allowed you to use the word 'please' to me? I hate other people using honorifics to me most in my life."

In an instant, a gigantic hand clasped down, intending to crush the crowd of people.

At this moment, a circle of golden light began to ripple out of the air, and inadvertently, the powerful hand of magic disappeared out of thin air.

Not only that, but within a radius of ten miles, a hundred miles, a thousand miles... and even the life world, all the heavens and worlds, all the spiritual energy began to vibrate, and the birds and beasts began to sing...

Even the infinite chaos beyond it began to shake...

But suddenly, the dirty old beggar passed by again, and then he seemed to step out.

The vision that originally made the heavens tremble and shocked the whole world was directly cut off from the source before it officially started.

The old beggar was still crazy, and then he disappeared in a flash, "Son...Son, we can't be discovered, 'time', 'reincarnation' and 'them' are there."

"If it is discovered...it will be over...everything will be over..."

The old beggar's foot was like an invisible shield, directly covering the entire hill.

Even the initial vibration of spiritual energy returned to normal instantly.

"Who?", the stone demon was suddenly horrified and could not care about the group of ordinary mortals in front of him.

Under the watchful eyes of Zhao Ying'er and others, a golden nine-petal flower slowly rose into the sky from the cover of vegetation.

This flower has no name, and has never appeared before for countless years, as if it was born directly from nothingness.

Just the golden touch on the flower body is ancient, magnificent, and seems to be eternal.

However, the next moment, the golden color on the flower slowly faded and began to condense towards the stamen.

Nine-colored auspicious clouds began to appear in the sky, but the first sign was interrupted by a sneeze.

Then, there was another vision of Ten Thousand Immortals congratulating each other, but it just started to condense, as if it was disintegrated by a fart.

After that, chaos evolved all things, and even brought in the energy of creation, but it was still useless, just a few more nonsense.

All in all, no matter what kind of vision only appeared in rumors, it was still just a sign, and it was directly interrupted by an old beggar who seemed to be passing by casually.

At this moment, he is well-deserved to be called the Vision Killer.

The stone demon looked at all this: "???"

Zhao Ying'er's eyes started to get wet at some point.

On top of the nine-petaled flower, there was a golden glow.

A young man seemed to appear directly from the void. His black hair was like a waterfall, his body was crystal clear, and his limbs were long... but there was a broken golden mark on his forehead, which made him even more mysterious.

"Exactly the same as me... and the young man I imagined." Zhao Yinger's eyes turned red and she murmured softly...

My long-cherished wish as a child is now gone. From now on, I have no other aspirations.

"Who are you, dare to pretend to be a ghost here?" The stone demon was immediately filled with anger.

He couldn't sense any fluctuations in the young man's cultivation, but even so, he still didn't dare to act rashly.

But the next moment, the young man on the nine-petal flower opened his eyes.

"You...", the stone demon's eyes widened, and before he could say a word, he turned into ashes in an instant without causing any waves.

It's like being erased directly from a painting.

"Excuse me, what's your name?"

Seeing this situation, Zhao Ying'er didn't feel scared at all, but tried to ask.

But before he could wait for the answer, the young man disappeared.

"Daughter...Daughter, who is that person?" Mr. Zhao tried to ask.

"Dad, do you still remember that golden seed I once had? I said I would plant a young man."

Zhao Ying'er had a smile on her face and was not disappointed when the other party left.

"Is this the seed you planted in the soil of your ancestor's grave?"

"Well, Dad has a good memory."

When Zhao heard this, he also twirled his beard and paced back and forth, thoughtfully in his heart.

So he trotted forward quickly and picked up the nine-petal flower with its golden color faded, with some roots still left on it.

"Quick, quick, go directly to worship our ancestors."

After a loud shout, he muttered softly, "The more casual you are, the more your ancestors love you."

"You must work hard, you must work hard..."