"He's dead," San Wu said.
The sight of Mosaic in front of him was too horrible to look at. Falling from a 20-story residential building, it would be difficult for him to die a dignified death. The descendant of the Li family had been smashed into a pile of meat paste on the ground. His intestines and internal organs were all exposed to the air, and many bones had pierced through his skin. His skull was also cracked, and his brain matter had splattered several meters.
No one could survive such a situation, not even a god.
Although Blood Descendants had extraordinary abilities and some had special bloodlines, their life force was unimaginable. But the current situation was beyond what a living being could handle.
"He's dead," San Wu repeated.
Great-grandmother stared blankly at the remains of her great-grandson. Her eyes were empty and lifeless.
San Wu took out her phone and took a picture. She then called Dharmaraja, "The mission failed."
Dharmaraja was woken up in the middle of the night. She was confused and asked, "What?"
San Wu said calmly, "Li Xianyu is dead."
From the beginning to the end, her tone was flat and calm, without joy or sorrow.
"What did you say?!" The voice on the other end suddenly changed.
"Li Xianyu is dead," San Wu said.
"Didn't I tell you to protect him? How did you do it?" Dharmaraja roared.
"I can't. One brick and he's dead. I can kill enemies, but I can't protect a normal person," San Wu replied seriously.
"I sent the picture to your phone," she said. "Dharmaraja, the mission failed. Can I come back now?"
There was no reply. She must have gone to look at the picture.
Great-grandmother said softly, "Aren't you sad? You've been together for a few days. He treated you well. "
"Sad." San Wu suddenly understood. She had learned to be hypocritical and said something that went against her conscience, "It's quite sad, quite sad …"
"Ha, why would you be sad? You don't have the right to be sad." Great-grandmother's voice was numb. "Who would mourn the death of a man who had no parents? Just like how the entire Li family was killed. Who would be sad for us? "
The night wind whistled, and drops of rain floated down from the sky. In an instant, it turned into a downpour.
They stood silently in the heavy rain, their figures blurred by the rain.
Great-grandmother raised her head. The cold raindrops hit her face and dripped down her pointed chin. "When I was eighteen, the whole country was drowned in a heavy rain. In the middle of the night, you could hear the sound of cannons, screams, and the sound of horses' hooves. The souls of the common people floated above the city, crying mournfully. The foreigners used their guns and cannons to teach us an unforgettable lesson. When I was refined into a Battle Soul, everyone had high hopes for me. I also felt that I was a hero of my family, a hero of my country. Although things were unstable at that time, I still had my family and the things I wanted to protect … "
"A failed hero is no longer a hero, but a sinner of the nation. The Li family used to be prominent for a time. After my generation, the only remaining direct line struggled to survive. Every great-grandson died an undignified death. This was the backlash of luck. In the past, they gave up everything for the sake of the common people, and now they are forced to die without descendants because of this. "
"It's broken," she said. "The only connection I have with the world … is broken."
At this moment, San Wu heard Dharmaraja's anxious voice. "Where are you? Where is the Unparalleled Battle Soul?"
San Wu replied, "She's beside me."
After a moment of silence, a thunderous roar came from the other side of the phone. "Leave her, leave her now!"
As soon as the voice fell, San Wu was sent flying by an unstoppable force. The force turned into a ripple, shattering glass and snapping trees wherever it passed.
In the night rain, the female Battle Soul floated in the air, like a Shura, like a Grim Reaper.
San Wu's hair stood on end. She was locked on by the pair of bloody eyes that seemed to come from hell.
"You will all die with him." Two rays of bloody light shot out from her eyes.
In the past two hundred years of history, her combat power was ranked in the top five.
Unparalleled Battle Soul, unprecedented.
She finally revealed her original appearance.
.....
The misty rain continued to fall. A ten-year-old child sat outside his courtyard, bored to death, fiddling with a caterpillar that had fallen on the stone steps. The drizzle condensed into small white water droplets on his hair.
On the muddy path outside the village, a woman walked over with an oil-paper umbrella. She was wearing a retro Hanfu with jingling ornaments. Her skirt and embroidered shoes were stained with mud.
"Your name is Li Erdan?" She stopped in front of the little boy, revealing her delicate snow-white chin under the umbrella.
The little boy raised his head and stared blankly at the beautiful woman. After a long time, he wiped his nose and nodded blankly.
"Your mother is Zhang Xiu 'er?" she asked.
The little boy nodded again.
"Then your father is Li Jianguo, right?" she asked again.
The little boy nodded again.
The young woman breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "I finally found the right one."
"Sister, who are you?" The little boy gathered his courage and looked directly at the woman's face.
"Call me Great-grandmother." The woman pressed her hand on the boy's head and said softly, "Your father's name is unpleasant, and you are even more unpleasant. From today onwards, your name is Li Wuxiang. By the way, go back and tell your mother not to wait any longer. Your father is dead. "
Li Wuxiang …
Great-grandmother?
Why did I see this? Who am I?
Li Xianyu thought in a daze.
Suddenly, the scenery in front of him changed. The little boy disappeared, and so did Great-grandmother. The drizzling village was broken into pieces. What replaced it was a rushing river.
The turbid waves of the Huangpu River were surging. In the distance was the Oriental Pearl Tower under construction. There was no World Financial Center, no World Trade Center, and no central building.
There were no buildings rising from the ground, and no bustling commercial streets.
The man stood beside the Huangpu River, overlooking the surging river water. Behind him stood a young girl in her prime, wearing a floral dress.
"Did you succeed?" The girl asked.
"Yes, I did. I've found a way to solve my ancestral kidney deficiency, but … "The man turned around. He had a handsome face, and it was easy for people to associate him with words like a pretty boy.
"This time, the harvest of the Pantheon Palace is huge. It's so huge that it's creepy." The man squeezed out a bitter smile and said bitterly, "We brought out a scary thing. It's like a thief entering the palace and stealing the Emperor's Imperial Jade Seal."
The girl saw the despair in his eyes and frowned. "What thing?"
"Don't ask, Great-grandmother. I beg you … Don't ask. I can't drag you into this," the man said.
"Bastard, you've grown wings?" The girl frowned and scolded.
"The news has been leaked. Very soon, I will be hunted by all the Blood Descendants in the world. But I can't hand over that thing, even if I die. It will cause the biggest storm in the history of the Blood Descendants. Even someone like Great-grandmother will be drowned in that storm. I don't trust anyone now. I don't dare to trust anyone. I regret entering the Pantheon Palace. It's a cursed place. Humans shouldn't set foot there. " The man knelt by the river and looked at her. "Great-grandmother, I know I can't escape this disaster. I only ask one thing of you. After I die, please seal yourself for twenty years. Fortunately, I have already left a seed for the Li family. I will ask Master to preserve the Black Water Spirit Pearl. After twenty years, Master will give the pearl to my son. "
The girl was silent. Her pretty face was like frost.
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