Mo Yan's limbs were weak, and his brain was groggy. The first thing he did when he woke up was to sense his surroundings, the noise, the chaos, and the burning sensation.
As a newly promoted assassin, he immediately forced himself to open his eyes to be alert of his surroundings. What came into view was a single-family villa with flames soaring into the sky. It was both familiar and unfamiliar.
"You're awake! Little Mo Yan is awake, my poor child! "A gray-haired grandmother beside him was surprised and happy. She hugged Mo Yan and was about to cry out in grief.
"Bang!"
Mo Yan, who had never been approached by anyone for more than 20 years, pushed the gray-haired woman away with his left hand. His right hand naturally reached for the back of his waist, where his life partner was.
"Hmm?" Qian Ye frowned. His waist was empty, and even the combat belt was missing. Mo Yan's eyes flashed with a hint of panic and viciousness. He was about to escape when he saw the gray-haired woman stand up from the corner of his eyes.
She … Why was she so tall?
"Little Mo Yan, I know you're in pain, but the dead can't come back to life. If you don't mind …" She hugged Mo Yan again and comforted him softly.
Mo Yan turned to look at the burning villa in a daze. A memory buried deep in his mind suddenly jumped out and slowly overlapped with the reality in front of him.
"This is … my home?"
"Little Mo Yan, sob sob sob sob …" Hearing this, the gray-haired woman hugged Mo Yan even tighter. She didn't explain and just kept crying.
Moyan tried his best to stretch out his hands, and a pair of fair and tender hands entered his line of sight. There were no scars left from missions, nor were there any calluses accumulated from various training. They didn't seem like his own hands at all.
Are these my hands?
Mo Yan suddenly realized that he had been reborn!
But why?
Starting all over again, he was still all alone …
Looking at the half-burned villa, Mo Yan's rationality told him that no one could survive in this situation. His memories of his parents had already become blurry, and he still couldn't remember them clearly.
Mo Yan tried his best to break free from the old granny's hands. He searched through the fragmented memories in his mind. The person in front of him seemed to be his neighbor. Her son was the same as his parents. They were both well-known businessmen in Jinhuang City. Because the adults were busy with work, this old granny, whose name Mo Yan had already forgotten, seemed to take good care of him when he was young.
Rebirth, the fire, and the companions that had accompanied him for many years, Soroilhac and the others … For a moment, even Mo Yan, who had a strong mental fortitude, was confused and at a loss.
Wait a minute! The power of darkness!
Mo Yan closed his eyes and silently sensed everything in his body. A pure black energy was quietly mobilized, and Qian Ye's eyes instantly turned pitch-black, but they quickly returned to normal.
"Phew." Mo Yan let out a sigh of relief. The Power of Darkness was still there, and even its strength was the same as before his rebirth.
Wait, exactly the same?
Since he was reborn, why didn't the Power of Darkness change at all? After a while, Mo Yan who couldn't find the reason could only keep his doubts in his heart and temporarily put them aside.
Beside him, the granny's nagging continued to enter his ears. When Mo Yan used the Power of Darkness, he vaguely sensed that there was a trace of a special energy left in the burning villa.
"Hey, little Mo Yan, come back quickly. It's dangerous there!" The granny panicked and tried to stop Mo Yan who was running towards the villa. However, she couldn't do it due to her old age. However, the fire attracted more than one person. When the adults who were watching saw this, they all tried to stop Mo Yan.
"I won't go in!"
Judging from the time when this happened, Mo Yan wasn't even ten years old yet. He was very clear about the difference between him and an adult. Therefore, he stopped after going a little closer. The adults who were rushing towards him didn't know whether to stop him or not.
Mo Yan didn't care about anything else. He silently activated the Power of Darkness from an angle where no one could see. His eyes turned pitch black again. From the Power of Darkness, Qianye clearly sensed a familiar feeling of contempt. Then, it gradually calmed down.
Mo Yan took a step forward again, wanting to sense it more carefully. Following closely behind, the crowd also took a step forward nervously. They were afraid that the child would take things too hard and rush into the fire.
Unfortunately, the residual energy was extremely weak. After a short while, they could no longer sense it. Mo Yan retracted the Power of Darkness. Before he could think about it, he saw a circle of strangers surrounding him. He was a little touched. However, before he was reborn, as an assassin, he didn't know how to thank them. He could only silently retreat and stay away from the fire.
"Little Mo Yan …" The granny's nagging sounded again. Mo Yan didn't say a word. To others, it seemed like he couldn't bear the blow of losing his parents. However, twenty years of living in darkness was enough for him to quickly adapt to everything in a short time. At that moment, he was thinking about something else.
Could it be that this fire was deliberately set by someone? The special energy that he sensed with the Power of Darkness couldn't be an illusion!
The first extension of the Power of Darkness, Energy Detection. The Power of Darkness of the Evil Attribute was extremely sensitive to the six types of energy: Evil, Superpower, Spirit, Insect, Combat, and Fairy. The corresponding emotions released were excitement, contempt, and disgust. It was simple and straightforward.
As for the residual energy just now, it caused the Power of Darkness to feel contempt. Then, it was definitely left behind by a Spirit or a Superpower Spirit. No matter which one it was, it was an expert at silently killing people and setting fires!
Finally, the police arrived just as the house was about to burn down. A large number of Water Spirits formed a fire extinguisher team and began to work. Water guns, water cannons, and other skills were used one after another. The fire was quickly extinguished. Four Gotha Ducks carried out two stretchers from the house that was emitting thick smoke. The granny hurriedly covered Mo Yan's eyes, not letting him see this scene.
He didn't reject the other party's kindness, but another aura that made him extremely disgusted was slowly approaching. Bypassing the hands that covered his eyes, Mo Yan silently looked at Miss Jun Sha who was walking over. After living underground for a long time, Mo Yan was extremely sensitive to this kind of "righteous aura".
However, at this moment, in the eyes of others, he could only be a child who didn't know the ways of the world. Forcefully suppressing the disgust in his heart, Mo Yan and Jun Sha looked at each other. Through their eyes that were still very clear, they silently questioned each other.
"Sorry, on the way to the district, the road suddenly collapsed. The rescue team came late. My condolences!" Miss Jun Sha didn't know why, but looking at Mo Yan's clear and slightly stubborn eyes, she didn't release her aura to question him. Instead, she began to awkwardly explain herself.
Mo Yan lowered his head, not letting Jun Sha see the strange look in his eyes. He dared to be sure that no matter if it was in his previous life or this life, there was definitely a reason for his parents' deaths. However, Jun Sha didn't come over just to apologize. She didn't give Mo Yan any time to think and just said her intentions.
"Mo Yan, based on your current situation, I can help you to apply for a place to live in the welfare institute specially set up by the Spirit Alliance. You will also have to complete your studies. When you become an adult, I will then exchange the inheritance that your parents left behind for you."
"Alright."
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