Mirror World

After the man's voice disappeared, the old man turned his gaze to Tang Huan, walked towards Tang Qingwen, bent down and felt the pulse on Tang Qingwen's neck.

"The child won't die, it just takes a while for him to wake up."

The old man said calmly.

"Thank you...thank you."

Tang Huan hugged his mother and tears flowed unconsciously as he spoke.

The old man stood up and sighed, "Child, if you are willing, you can take me as your master after the matter is done. If you want revenge, then take revenge, but don't harm others."

The old man turned his back to Tang Huan and said, "Let's take care of your family's affairs first. We can talk about becoming your disciple after daybreak."

After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and led the donkey to a big tree nearby to rest.

……

The red sun in the distance gradually rose, and the sky was once again covered with a blue and white light curtain.

Tang Huan knelt in front of a tattered wooden sign. Since there was nothing useful in the wild, he could only build a tattered tombstone for his mother and bury her here.

Tang Qingwen, who had been sleeping all night, was illuminated by the morning sunlight. He squinted his eyes, slowly opened them, and then quickly opened them wide.

Tang Qingwen sat up as if awakened, and saw his brother Tang Huan kneeling in front of a wooden sign. There was no sign of his mother around, so he quickly crawled to Tang Huan to ask about his mother's whereabouts.

"Brother! Where's mom? Where did mom go?"

Tang Huan did not answer immediately, but after a while he slowly turned around and spoke to Tang Qingwen.

"Xiao Wen, Mom is right here, come over and kneel down."

Tang Qingwen's eyes widened with fear. He rushed to Tang Huan, grabbed Tang Huan's collar, tears welled up in his eyes, and yelled at Tang Huan.

"Brother! Is mom buried right in front of me? Why couldn't you protect her!"

The eyes that were originally looking directly at Tang Huan gradually sank, and she lowered her head and cried loudly.

“Hoo…Hoo! Ah…”

Tang Huan hugged his brother's head which was lying on his chest with both hands. He tried to look strong but could not hide his sadness and tears flowed unconsciously.

"Xiao Wen...we should go bring back Dad's body and bury him with Mom." Tang Huan sobbed, but still spoke gently to comfort his brother.

……

Tang Huan helped his brother up, held his crying brother's hand, and walked carefully back to the village.

The two brothers returned to the village and stood there in a daze. The village was originally full of dead people, but now there was not a single body to be seen. Only the collapsed houses that were burned clean were left.

"What's going on! Where's Dad? Where is his body?" Tang Huan said in panic.

Then he took his brother and ran all the way, looking for his father's body in the village until they ran all over the village.

Tang Huan turned over the last pile of rubble, but still couldn't find his father's body. He immediately knelt down on the ground exhausted, feeling angry, desperate and helpless, and scratching his scalp frantically with his hands.

"Why? Why on earth is this happening? Why did the dead bodies disappear? What on earth can a dead body be used for? What on earth should I do... What should I do!" Tang Huan knelt in the ruins, roaring like a madman in a trance.

Tang Qingwen was only 11 years old and had insufficient psychological endurance. He collapsed to the ground and burst into tears.

“Hu…ah…hu…ah!”

Tang Huan held his brother in his arms and cried loudly with the same sadness.

But before Tang Huan had too much time to be sad, he heard other people's voices.

"There's someone crying over there! Go check it out!"

Two men in soldiers' uniforms ran out from two piles of rubble not far from them, holding murderous knives in their hands.

"There are children. Two children are still alive!" a soldier pointed a knife at the Tang Huan brothers and said.

"Quick! Kill them! No one should be left alive."

Two soldiers rushed towards the Tang Huan brothers with knives in hand.

Tang Huan didn't have time to think about his father's body. He just carried his brother on his back and ran away.

The younger brother on Tang Huan's back was still crying, completely unaware that he and his brother were being chased by two people with knives.

Tang Huan carried his brother on his back, breathing heavily, and ran back the way he had just taken to return to the village. The mountains and fields here were rugged, the roads were uneven, and there were weeds everywhere, making it very difficult to escape. Tang Huan ran for a long time with his brother on his back.

The soldiers chasing behind were approaching! Tang Huan tried to call for help from the old man, but the distance was too far, and Tang Huan was carrying his brother on his back, so he could not hold on any longer.

"I can't hold on any longer, Master...Master..."

"Master! Save us!"

Tang Huan used up the last of his strength to call out to the old man loudly, but he and his brother fell heavily to the ground exhausted.

The two soldiers quickly ran forward, jumped, swung their butcher knives, and slashed at Tang Huan and his brother. Tang Huan protected his younger brother behind him and hugged him tightly.

When the butcher knives fell, they inexplicably shattered into pieces, and pieces of iron fell on Tang Huan's back.

"This...what's going on? Is there a magic killer here?"

The two soldiers said in panic and looked around hurriedly.

Then the old man was watching from a distance, but in just a blink of an eye, the old man's figure moved quickly like a ghost along different routes, and in just a moment he came in front of the two soldiers.

The old man kicked a soldier away with one kick, and the powerful force instantly turned the whole person into a pool of blood and flew backwards.

Another soldier who saw this scene had his legs shaking and his mouth quivering so much that he couldn't speak.

“Kill…Kill…Kill…Kill the sorcerer!”

The old man grabbed the soldier by the neck and questioned him.

"Tell me why this village was massacred." The old man said with a fierce look as if he wanted to eat the person in front of him.

"I don't know about this. We are just following orders. We don't know anything else. Also, as a magic killer, you should be an important military figure of the country. Going against the will of this country? This is not what you should do!"

Click!

The old man broke the soldier's neck without much thought and threw the body aside casually.

"There will be more soldiers checking here, so leave as soon as possible," the old man said calmly, then reached out and broke off a branch from a tree on the side of the road as a self-defense weapon.

The old man turned and left, and Tang Huan pulled his brother to follow him.

"What are your names and how old are you?" the old man asked.

Tang Huan held his brother's hand and followed the old man, but Tang Qingwen was still sobbing a little.

"My name is Tang Huan, I'm 15 years old. My younger brother is Tang Qingwen, he's 11 years old. Thank you, Master. What's your name, Master?" Tang Huan asked.

"My name is Zhang Zhi. Since you have chosen me as your master, you must abide by my principles. First, become a powerful killing technique master, and second, be resolute and decisive in killing. I will teach you all my killing techniques, and it is up to you to understand how much. Also, after you have cultivated to the spiritual martial arts level, don't call me master anymore. We will go our separate ways and each go our own way." Zhang Zhi said coldly, like a piece of wood without emotion.

"Okay! We agree. Master, please accept our worship." Tang Huan knelt down, pulled Tang Qingwen, and pressed Tang Qingwen's head to kneel down and worship Zhang Zhi together.

Zhang Zhi turned his back to the Tang Huan brothers.

"Okay, no need to go through all this trouble. Go ahead and move the donkey over here."