I am darkness, I will suppress all enemies

Under the dim yellow light in the room, Ye Wu Kuang lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, while his soul silently watched the crowd surrounding him.

"Why is his hair so long? He looks like an ancient man."

Some women looked at Ye Wukuang's long, thick, black hair with envy.

"What's so strange about this? I remember it was some kind of retro style. Young people like to dress like this now, especially those in big cities."

"Yes, yes, yes, Wang Laoer's daughter, Erya, went out to work, and when she came back for the New Year, she was wearing even stranger clothes than this young man."

The crowd started discussing again.

"Alas, Granny Zhilan came here just now, touched and looked for a while, then sighed and left. I don't know what she meant."

"What else could it mean? It means that this kid is hopeless..."

The old village chief, with one hand behind his back and a pipe in the other, walked through the crowd and came to the earthen bed. He looked at Ye Wukuang with a pair of eyes that were weathered and full of traces of time.

After hearing the words of the old village chief, the room suddenly became very quiet. After a while, a voice rang out.

"What a pity, such a young and pretty kid."

"Yeah, there's no way to save him..."

"Since Granny Zhilan has said so, there is nothing we can do..."

Everyone's expressions at this moment were full of regret.

"Okay, everyone go your separate ways... The mountain is now covered in snow and we have no way of contacting the outside world. This may be his fate..."

"Ah..." Everyone sighed when they heard this, then walked out of the room one by one, their figures disappearing in the snow.

After seeing everyone leave, the old village chief came to Ye Wukuang's side, looked at his scarred body and shook his head. Then he slowly left the room, and his figure also disappeared into the snowy night.

"Grandma, is there no hope at all?"

Ning Xiaochu slowly stood up after warming up his body, and came to the old lady who was looking up something with reading glasses, and asked softly in a low voice.

Granny Zhilan shook her head and then said comfortingly:

"There's no hope, Xiao Chu, unless God shows up..."

"All we can do now is to make his last moments more comfortable..."

"Don't be sad, at least he wasn't eaten by wolves outside. Let's find a place to bury him tomorrow..."

After saying that, Grandma Zhilan remained silent, while Ning Nannan had just fallen asleep in the bed holding the teddy bear.

Ning Xiaochu's figure looked a little bleak under the reflection of the stove. She silently picked up a small basket of coal beside the stove and walked out.

Granny Zhilan just sighed when she saw this. Her granddaughter's character was exactly like her mother's, both were so kind and gentle...

in another room

Ye Wu Kuang ignored everything that had just happened. He kept thinking about the words of the original beginning.

"I am clearly Li Gang's soul that entered the body of the Dark Ancestor and replaced him, but why did she say that I have always been the Dark Ancestor..."

"Who am I? Am I Li Gang, or Ye Wu Kuang? Now that I think about it, my initial thoughts were really ridiculous. At first, I actually thought that the Origin had confused my soul with the soul of the Dark Ancestor."

"Now that I think about it, I realize how could such a thing be confused in the beginning! She and the Dark Ancestor can be said to be one and the same! How could they be confused!"

"If I am the Dark Ancestor, then where did Li Gang's memories come from? I have clearly lived on Earth for twenty-five years! Now I have remembered all my memories from childhood to adulthood! Could these be fake?!"

"Damn it!! Why didn't this damn saint tell me all this earlier? Why did she have to wait until I was in this situation to tell me? I can't do anything now."

This feeling of being shrouded in fog and unable to see the answer clearly made Ye Wukuang extremely angry and felt like something was stuck in his throat. He wanted to break through the sky and leave here to join the Ye Clan!

He no longer cared about the bullshit Ji Huang or the bullshit Origin and End.

He wanted to restore his true form and figure out what was going on!

However, he has done everything now... He can only wait quietly for a hundred years to recover his cultivation...

“A hundred years… the time that originally passed by in the blink of an eye in Ye Wu Kuang’s eyes now seemed as long as an epoch… Moreover, he had not yet figured out the exact difference between the speed of time on Earth and the Myriad Worlds. Even the History of the Myriad Worlds did not give an accurate description…”

Just as Ye Wukuang's soul was raging silently, a figure lifted the curtain and came into the room.

Ning Xiaochu looked at Ye Wu Kuang lying on the bed without moving at all, her eyes filled with sadness. Then she came to the stove beside the bed and silently put the coal in the basket into the stove, trying to make the room warmer...

Ning Xiaochu's arrival also interrupted Ye Wukuang's silent rage.

He just glanced at the girl with fair skin and pure appearance illuminated by the firelight, and then calmed down and began to think carefully about everything that had happened since his resurrection.

Soon, Ning Xiaochu had almost filled the basket with coal, and then he stood up and covered Ye Wukuang with a thick red quilt embroidered with flowers.

After doing all this, she stood up and looked at the man with only his head and eyes closed. She sighed softly and turned away...

The night passed quietly...

The next morning, at only six o'clock, Ning Xiaochu woke up early at the sound of the rooster crowing. Wrapped in a thick cotton coat, she first came to the room where Ye Wukuang was.

When the girl found out that Ye Wukuang was not dead, her fair face was stunned, and then she hurried to another room to tell her grandmother the news.

"Not dead?" Granny Zhilan looked at the happy girl in front of her and said with a slightly surprised tone.

"Well, grandma, I just went to check, and his breathing seemed to be stronger than yesterday..."

Upon hearing this, Granny Zhilan also put on a thick coat and followed her granddaughter to the room where Ye Wukuang was.

After sitting down beside the bed, she first checked Ye Wukuang's breath with her old but warm hands, then touched his neck, and finally took Ye Wukuang's hand and began to take his pulse.

Ning Xiaochu, who was standing by, refilled the stove, whose flame was gradually dying, with coal, then stood up and watched the scene quietly.

"Strange, strange, could it be that God really showed up?"

Granny Zhilan took Ye Wukuang's pulse, her face filled with surprise and she kept saying "tsk tsk" in amazement.

"How is it, grandma?" Ning Xiaochu's gentle voice came.

Granny Zhilan put Ye Wukuang's hand back into the quilt, looked at her granddaughter and said:

"His internal condition is much better than yesterday, but it is still not optimistic."

"Strange, really strange, this doesn't look like a last gasp, could it be that God is really blessing me?"

"So is he saved?"

"Not necessarily, I'll go back and check."

"It's weird..."

After saying that, Granny Zhilan muttered something strange while lifting the curtain and walked out. It was obvious that she was going back to check on Ye Wukuang's symptoms...

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