With a wave of both hands, An Xuan"s attack tore the night sky apart. The black armored warriors and beasts on the clouds dispersed, turning into black gas that eventually disappeared without a trace.

The sky became very clear, and the light emitted by the sun became gentle.

Then they seemed to find themselves back at the theatre.

A small boy about six or seven years old was sitting on a bench with a small kettle in his arms. He was staring at the performance on the stage without blinking.

It was clear from the dispute that the stage was for the local performances of the Yan Country. Although there weren"t many dramas, the singing was very melodious, so the people of Yan liked it very much.

The little boy seemed to be a little nervous and looked around from time to time, as if he was on guard against something.

""Are you afraid?""

An Zeng walked over and asked.

""What"s going on?""

Why did he come back?

Was this little fellow the owner of this heart"s charm?

""But he"s only this big, it"s impossible.""

Tantai Che lowered his voice and said, ""Don"t talk anymore. Now that this enchanting world has calmed down, you should have returned to the beginning of the charm.""

This form of a little boy may not be true, or it may be the time when the master of the mind begins to dream.

Any of our intense actions could cause the present calm state of mind to lose its balance, so we should just watch on honestly.

""It seems that An Zhe used his own mind to form a certain level of communication with this demon-like world. He can just watch and see.""

Skinny Du nodded and didn"t even dare to say anything.

The two of them didn"t dare to get close and watched from afar.

An Zeng slowly walked over. The little boy turned around and looked at him, his face filled with fear. He couldn"t help but draw back his body. ""Who are you?""

""You want to take me back for cultivation?""

An Zeng shook his head and smiled amiably. ""No, I also like watching movies.""

He sat down beside the boy. ""But I don"t know what the t.i.tle of the play is.""

The little boy seemed to relax his vigilance. He looked at An Zhe with his exceptionally clear eyes, and proudly said, ""This is called Dingjiang Shan, and he told you about the founding of Yan Country. You don"t even know about this, how shameful.""

""I"m too busy because I don"t have much time. I like watching the show, but I can"t find the time.""

""So if you don"t know what it is, you can"t laugh at me.""

The little boy was exceptionally beautiful. After hearing An Zaihai"s words, his face dimmed, ""Actually … I"m the same as you. I"ve been forced to cultivate since I was four years old by my family. I"m not even allowed to leave my house.""

I stole out to see a play. I like to see a play, but they won"t let me.

Every time I secretly came out to watch a show, not long after, they would take me back and beat me … They said, I am the future of the family, I don"t have time to see all these messy things, so I can only cultivate and cultivate … But I am so tired, I don"t want to cultivate, and I don"t want to be the future of any family. ""

An Zeng"s heart tightened. He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the boy"s tears. ""Don"t worry, no one will arrest you today. I will protect you.""

""Really?""

The little boy looked at the conflict with hope, then shook his head. ""My family members are all very fierce, no one dares to provoke them.""

You"d better go, big brother, I"m afraid I"ll drag you down.

I"ll look at it for a little while longer, and then I"ll go back on my own.

""If they found him, they would have beaten him badly.""

An Zeng"s heart ached, and he rubbed the little boy"s hair. ""Don"t worry, I said I would protect you, so I won"t let anyone beat you again.""

The little boy became excited. ""Then I"ve watched all the mountains and rivers for the whole day, but I"ve never been able to see it all the way.""

He subconsciously looked back, as if he was still worried about something.

The moment he turned around, An Zhe already felt that the situation was bad.

This was the little boy"s demon-like world. Whatever he wanted to do, he would appear. After all, he was just a pa.s.serby.

Just when An Zhe was worried, the door outside was suddenly kicked open by someone. A group of big men dressed in black rushed in from outside with sinister faces.

They strode forward, turning into skeletons as they walked, skeletons dressed in black.

It was exactly the same as the skulls that had been singing and dancing on the stage when they"d seen it.

This was what the boy was afraid of, so even the performance on the stage had changed.

From singing, it became a group of skulls dancing happily. In fact, it was a nightmare for the little boy.

Behind those black skeletons, an old lady with a walking stick slowly walked in with a terrifyingly cold expression.

She pointed at the boy and snapped, ""Capture him and beat him to death!""

""You useless thing, your family will do everything in their power to nurture you and make you the future hope of your family. Not long from now, you will be taken away to cultivate, and you won"t have the time to watch a show!""

The little boy was so scared that he shrank into An Zaihai"s arms. ""I don"t want to go back. I don"t want to cultivate … I like watching movies!""

Anjou stood up and held the boy behind him.

""Who are you?""

The old mistress looked at An Zaiyue gloomily.

An Zhan sneered, ""You"re different from you. You"re something in his heart, and I"m not.""

Don"t you think that"s too much?

How old is he, and how do you keep forcing him, beating and kicking without listening to you, even saying these things to each other? Do you really care about him?

Or did he only care if there was an inheritor in the family? Anyone could do that, as long as their talent was good.

""If you really kill him, you"ll just have to look for the next successor, right?""

The old mistress said coldly, ""This is a family matter of my Gao Family. How can you intervene?""

""I"ll give you a chance to scram, or else I"ll turn you into ashes.""

The little boy trembled more and more violently as An Zeng felt the little boy"s back shaking. He held the little boy in his arms and said, ""I won"t let them beat you, nor will I let them force you to do something you don"t like.""

This is your world.

Believe me, only you can get these people out of your head. ""

The little boy shook his head, his face white with fear, ""I … I"m afraid of her!""

He raised his little finger to the old lady.

The old mistress hollered, ""I am your grandmother!""

You actually dare to hide behind an outsider, wasting all my effort on you.

""The clan has already paid enough to nurture you. How can you be so ignorant!""

""It"s not that you care about him, it"s just that you"re concerned about yourself. Or rather, it"s that so-called future of your family.""

Since you"re his grandmother, have you ever considered him as a grandmother?

Have you ever cared for him?

Did you ask him what he liked?

Do you know what he wants to do?

In his heart, you are not his grandmother at all. You are the demon he fears. ""

""I"ll kill you.""

The madame pointed forward, ""Chop him up and feed him to the dogs!""

The group of skeletons in black began to pounce forward. An Zou patted the boy on the shoulder. ""Believe in yourself. You can drive them away.""

The hideous old lady took a step forward, the walking stick in her hand jabbing down hard. ""You dare!""

Don"t forget that you are a descendant of the Gao Family, and your body flows with the blood of the Gao Family.

Everything you have now is given to you by the Gao Family.

Eating, drinking, wearing, using, everything, including your life was given to you by the Gao Family!

If you want to leave now, then you"re a traitor!

""I don"t want it!""

The little boy held his head and squatted there. ""I don"t want any of it!""

With a "pu" sound, the clothes on his body shattered and he squatted there naked.

A hurricane appeared, sweeping through the area like a raging dragon.

As the skeletons in black rushed forward, they were swept up by the hurricane and instantly reduced to dust.

As the hurricane moved forward, the madame raised her hand to sweep away the hurricane, but when she raised her hand, there was no strength in it.

The hurricane swept her into the air.

""You won"t be able to escape. This is your fate!""

The old mistress was still wailing in mid-air.

He took off his coat and wrapped it around the boy and picked him up. ""You can, at any time,"" he said.

No matter how dark the sky was, the sun was always there. Even if you couldn"t see it, you still had to keep the light in your heart.

When you think it"s really not what you want, learn to say no. ""

The boy nodded vigorously, then called up into the air, ""I don"t!""

""I don"t like it!""

With the hurricane gone, the old mistress never saw him again.

The stage was still singing Dingjiang Mountains. The little boy lied on An Zaiyue"s shoulder and started to learn how to sing. He already looked a lot more relaxed than before.

The surroundings became calmer, as if nothing had happened.

He was lying there, tears in the corners of his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the little boy suddenly broke free from An Zeng"s embrace. He then stood there and bowed deeply towards the few people who were singing the melody on the stage, ""Thank you.""

The people on the stage looked at each other and bowed to the boy. ""Thank you.""

Then the stage disappeared and everything was dark.

It was a blackness that made people feel as if they could not see the ends of it, as if it was Yongye.

However, when An Zeng raised his head and looked at the sky, a golden beam of light tore through the darkness, shooting straight down from above.

Gradually, the golden light grew more and more intense, and the darkness was reduced to fragments.

A sun hung there, illuminating the area.

Not far away, they saw a white-haired old man lying down on a deck chair made of dead wood. The old man had a benevolent and grateful expression as he looked at An Zhe.

""Thank you.""

he said.

His voice was old and hoa.r.s.e, exceptionally dry, as if he hadn"t spoken in years.

He seemed to be at least seventy or eighty years old.

He was leaning against it, his body seemingly immobile.

The smell of decay that belonged to an old man emanated from his body, causing people to feel uncomfortable.

""A tall tree?""

An Zeng asked.

The old man nodded. ""That"s me.""

The old man raised his head to look at the sun. The light caused him to begin to cry, but he seemed to not care at all as he continued to stare.

""I didn"t think I"d be able to wake up from that dream one day.

I"m not even sure which world is real.

Fortunately … Not everyone"s heart was filled with gloom.

So I want to thank you, whoever you are.

He looked at Anjou and said, ""Thank you. If I could, I would like to say a few more words.""

But I"m going to end myself. I"m going to end my life.

When I came out of that dream, I knew what I had to do.

""I don"t like everything here. If I could be reborn, I would be willing to be the child of an ordinary family. When I was young, I would play with mud, secretly run down the river to bathe, then be brought back by the adults of the family to beat me up … That kind of beating shouldn"t be painful at all, right?""

""Don"t you want to start all over again?"" he asked.

""Don"t you feel that it"s a pity to end like this?""

Gao Yuan smiled. ""No, it"s not the end. It"s the beginning.""

""I don"t like you. I don"t like you no matter what.""

You killed so many children and young girls for yourself, you deserve to die! ""

Gao Yuan was stunned for a moment before he smiled bitterly and said, ""So she placed this sin on me. Everyone is just her p.a.w.n, left to their own devices … The deaths of those children had nothing to do with me. Did she say that she killed those children to save me?""

No, she was for herself.

She had died a long time ago, more than ten years ago, but she had begun to prolong her life in that sinful way.

All the punishment that the Gao Family received now was due to the sins she had committed.

""But all of this has nothing to do with me … All of you are good people, you shouldn"t die here with me.""

He waved his hand.

The surroundings changed.

They were back in the yard, the branches of the leaves in the sky gone, and the two persimmon trees were as they had been.

Vaguely, An Zhe seemed to hear a child singing that part of Dingjiang Mountain in a tender voice.

The sound got farther and farther away."