The author and protagonist HE [Transmigration Book]

Will you go to hell with me?

If Hua Feixue had the slightest hesitation, she would choose to let go.

Xiao Xiao thought so.

However, Hua Feixue grabbed her hand without hesitation, and frowned slightly: "What are you talking about?"

Xiao Xiao smiled self-deprecatingly.

Hua Feixue followed up and said, "How could I let you go alone?"

Not to mention going to hell, going up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​flames, it is impossible for her to watch Xiao Xiao disappear in front of her.

It's just that Hua Feixue is not good at saying those affectionate promises.

But her hand was tight.

Xiao Xiao coughed again, her blurred vision gradually became clear, the chirping of birds and insects finally returned to her ears, and Hua Feixue's worried face was close at hand.

"Just kidding." Xiao Xiao smiled lightly.

Hua Feixue's face was full of disapproval, but her eyes were reddish, and the sense of blame was greatly attenuated.

Xiao Xiao touched her cheek comfortingly, then moved to the back of her neck, and hugged her into his arms.

A bloody kiss landed on the corner of Hua Feixue's lips.

Hua Feixue was stunned, neither accusing Xiao Xiao nor expressing her worries.

Xiao Xiao wiped off the red stain on the corner of her lips with her fingertips.

"Don't worry." Xiao Xiao said softly.

"There will be a way." She seemed to be comforting Hua Feixue, as well as herself.

The rest of the journey went surprisingly smoothly.

Mr. Yan pointed out the direction, and Xiao Xiao led the way in front, always avoiding the places where the crisis happened, and didn't hear any news until we arrived at the next town afterwards.

The servant couldn't help but sighed with Mr. Yan: "It seems that God wants to see Mr. return to his hometown safely, so he is so secretly blessing."

Even if Mr. Yan doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, he can't help but smile a little when he hears this.

Then he fell weakly on the table again, barely twitching the corners of his mouth.

Only Hua Feixue stood aside with a solemn expression, not at all as if she had heard some good news.

Not really good news.

At least for Hua Feixue and Xiao Xiao.

The more effective Xiao Xiao's guiding radar is, the more things he knows, and the closer he is to the day of parting.

Hua Feixue didn't know the inside story, but she could feel that Xiao Xiao's situation was getting more and more urgent.

But Mr. Yan is also seeing that he is getting weaker and weaker day by day, and the Qingyu Kingdom is close in front of him, and he is getting more and more happy. Even Hua Feixue is unwilling to spoil his happiness.

A group of people hurried on their way. They had already arrived at their destination within ten days after less than half a month's journey.

The stele of the country name of Qingyu Kingdom stands quietly beside the city gate.

The city gate was old, and there were cracks in the bricks and tiles. When a gust of wind blew, dust fell down.

Qingyu Country is only the size of a capital city in a big country, but it is far more shabby than ordinary small towns.

But for Mr. Yan, this is also a memorable part.

The skinny guard leaned on the wooden sticks supported by the branches and tried his best to support his body, drowsy.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of people getting off the car tremblingly, he just slightly raised his eyelids, acquiescing to them entering.

Mr. Yan bowed his hands to him to express his thanks, and then entered the city gate with the help of his servants.

The servant desperately suppressed the curiosity in his eyes, carefully looking at his feet.

There are potholes everywhere on the ground, even adults with sound limbs will have to stumble here if they don't pay attention.

Hua Feixue, who was following behind, frowned even deeper.

Although I have seen Qingyu Country's poor and crude reports from the intelligence, but it is far from the impact of seeing it with my own eyes.

What's more, ten years have passed since then, and it seems that instead of getting better, it has become more desolate and poor.

Is this the place where Xiao Xiao was born?

After entering the door, the scene inside is even more breathtaking. The gates on both sides of the street are closed tightly, the door frames are all dilapidated, thick dust has accumulated on the steps, and when the wind blows, it will blind the eyes like sand.

Looking up, there was no one there.

Just like a dead city.

"It's been so many years, those who can go have already left." Mr. Yan instructed his servants to go forward, while explaining to others intermittently, "The previous emperor was arrogant and lustful, and the previous emperor was addicted to alchemy. In the beginning, it was a woman in this place. Not human, and later even human is not human. Later, I just heard some rumors that people are not even as good as animals when they encounter natural disasters."

There were a lot of people who took advantage of natural disasters to flee back then, but since then, the number of people in Qingyu has decreased, and young women are almost invisible.

The new emperor is not a wise lord either. Since the disaster, he only knows how to pray to God all day long.

Those who are willing to stay in Qingyu Kingdom with the crazy emperor are those who are old, weak, and sick, or those who are eager to die in their hometown like Mr. Yan.

The servant helped Mr. Yan walk around the corner, and the front suddenly opened up, but it was also a little creepy.

Inside the spacious courtyard are piles of graves. An old man who is blind in one eye is sitting on the steps smoking a pipe, staring into the distance in a daze.

"It's you." The old man turned his head when he heard the movement, and looked at Mr. Yan, "The third boy of the Yan family."

"Uncle Tuesday." Mr. Yan smiled weakly.

"Your home is the second one in front, haven't you forgotten?" asked the old man.

"I still vaguely remember." Mr. Yan nodded.

The old man took another puff of his pipe and said muffledly, "Go."

As if he knew Mr. Yan was coming back to die.

Mr. Yan was not angry, but rather happy. Seeing that the other three were puzzled, he explained a few words in a low voice.

"Uncle Zhou used to register everyone's household registration, but later everyone disappeared, so he became a grave keeper."

Uncle Tuesday has a good memory, even though he is old, he can still remember everyone who came and went in Qingyu Kingdom.

Mr. Yan left home when he was a teenager and hasn't been back for 20 years, but he still recognized him at a glance.

During the years of sitting alone in front of the empty house, Uncle Zhou may only be able to pass the rest of the time by recalling the face of the deceased.

Hua Feixue pulled Xiao Xiao to stop in front of the old man.

Uncle Zhou looked up at them and asked, "Outsider, what's the matter?"

Hua Feixue's heart skipped a beat, she subconsciously grabbed Xiao Xiao's hand, and when she realized it, she asked, "Do you know her?"

Uncle Tuesday took a serious look at Xiao Xiao, his eyes were clearly full of strangeness.

But Xiao Xiao was not yet eight years old when he left home, or even younger, and his appearance will only change even more.

Uncle Zhou looked at her for a while, then asked her, "What's your name?"

Hua Feixue answered for her: "Xiao Xiao."

Uncle Tuesday stroked his stubble, shook his head, and said, "There is no one named Xiao in Qingyu Kingdom."

"Then..." Could it be the name?

"There is a nickname with the sound of 'Xiao', but it's just a boy, who died more than ten years ago."

"Snapped--"

A tiny crack appeared in the emptiness of darkness, slowly expanding outward.

Hua Feixue's hands and feet were icy cold.

Xiao Xiao clenched her hand tightly and felt a slight tremor.

There will be a way.

Xiao Xiao thought of that sentence again.

There is also an elderly doctor in Qingyu Country, but Mr. Yan refused to treat him. He just walked slowly into the yard of his home, groped around, and sat in the yard.

He slowly closed his eyes on the recliner.

The weather happened to be fine that day.

Before that, he had already told the other three people where the treasure was hidden, so the servants helped him with his funeral.

The servant also developed some friendship with Mr. Yan along the way. Seeing the ruins of Qingyu Kingdom, he also felt sorry for him. He shed tears silently for a while while digging a hole, but in the end he remained silent. Mr. Yan was buried.

Hua Feixue and Xiao Xiao also burned a stick of incense in turn.

When I went back, I saw the old gentleman again. I wonder if he realized it. He looked at Xiao Xiao's face carefully, and finally said to them with a little apology: "When I come again next time, I will remember you of."

When a person dies, it is considered a home to be left in the memory.

The old gentleman stayed here not only to guide the way, but also to give some comfort to those who returned home——

In this original place, there are still people who remember your existence.

Xiao Xiao's expression moved slightly, and then he suddenly suppressed all his habitual smiles, and bowed seriously to the old gentleman.

"Thank you." She said softly, "I will remember you too."

Hua Feixue's hand was held by her, and the cold fingertips warmed up a little.

When walking out of the city gate by the same route, the guard at the gate was still the same one, and he still raised his eyelids with great effort and then lowered his head again, barely able to catch a glimpse of life.

The servant went out with only a small package on his back.

Mr. Yan had promised him that the reward would be enough for him to squander his whole life, but he didn't take it all away. He only took some money enough to live for a few years. The remaining jewelry and old things were all buried with Mr. Yan.

"I'm still young, and I have hands and feet, so there's no reason why I can't eat." The servant said goodbye to Hua Feixue and Xiao Xiao while wiping away tears, "I'm probably going to find a small, stable place to live in the future. This time, I would like to thank you two for escorting me all the way, I believe that good people will be rewarded—I hope you will have a smooth journey on the way back.”

So they parted.

Hua Feixue and Xiao Xiao watched him go away before choosing another path.

After holding back all the way, I finally had a chance to say it.

But none of them spoke first.

The desolation of Qingyu country is still vivid in his mind, and the old man's bewildered eyes popped out of his mind after a while.

Xiao Xiao is not from Qingyu Country, so where did she come from?

Could it be that the person who investigated it made a mistake?

But at that time, even Xiao Xiao herself said that she was from there, not to mention the other witnesses who swore to watch her birth.

"Snapped--"

The cracks spread deeper.

Hua Feixue didn't know anything about it until Xiao Xiao grabbed her palm and forced her to recover.

"There are still many people in this world who are working hard to survive." Xiao Xiao said softly, as if feeling emotional.

Even in a place as remote and deserted as Qingyu Country, no one has ever chosen to end the rest of their lives by themselves.

The elderly are still shouldering their own responsibilities and obligations, making this dying country barely alive.

Not to mention the rest of the world.

Before he knew it, Hua Feixue had already stopped in place.

"And your father, mother, and even Pei Qiuyue." Xiao Xiao asked her, "What is it to you?"

Certainly very important people.

family and friends.

Hua Feixue thought like this, but she couldn't say it out. She suddenly raised her head to look at Xiao Xiao, vaguely aware of it.

Xiao Xiao asked her: "Do you have the courage to destroy the world?"

The author has something to say: it is HE!