Chapter 251: The Living Should Be Strong

Chapter 251: The Living Should Be Strong

The smell of blood came to the face, and as those forces retreated, the entire Ye family fell into silence.

The warm sunlight shone down on the dilapidated manor, and the sunlight was broken out by the pools of blood on the ground, and the sunlight seemed so pale at this moment.

The hideous expression receded from the faces of the Ye family's disciples, followed by a wordless sadness, this land, countless broken sword weapons were sprinkled, and the originally golden attic lost its former charm, most of them collapsed, and there were dense corpses piled up next to the dilapidated attic, as well as pools of blood everywhere.

The broken corpses, the hideous sè on the faces of those corpses were still vivid, some resolute, some indifferent, and the entire Ye family manor seemed to be shrouded in a bloody shadow.

Looking from afar, the entire Ye family seemed to be floating in the sky with blood that could be seen by the eyes, and those long swords on the ground kept making a sword sound, and the sound of yín was full of incomparable grief and indignation, and endless sorrow

A heavy atmosphere spread in the hearts of the children of the Ye family, and at this moment, they suddenly woke up to the fact that those familiar faces in the past had inadvertently disappeared from their sight, turning into a cold corpse lying in a pool of blood, and those who had practiced martial arts together, drank wine together, and soaked in girls together were gone.

"Mother, I want mother" In this silent occasion, several childish voices sounded, and among the corpses, a weak figure crawled out of the ** arms with great difficulty, it was only a fourteen or five-year-old child, his clear eyes were full of anxiety, pushing the ** corpse, and called softly: "Mother, don't sleep on the ground."

The huge gravel pressed the back of the **, but the child was not hurt at all, perhaps at the moment when the gravel fell, the ** used his back to resist the gravel and protect the child in his arms.

Suddenly, the ** fingers couldn't help moving, and then her eyes slowly opened, lifting her face that was scratched by gravel, blood stains covered that face, making her look extremely hideous, due to the existence of gravel behind her, ** did not stand up, but continued to lie on the ground, looking extremely weak, her right hand was raised with great difficulty, stroked the child's face, and said weakly: "Mother is here"

"Mother" The child exclaimed in surprise, but the **'s hand slipped down, and a trace of sloppiness appeared in his clear eyes, and the child threw himself beside ** and cried.

"Child, if I could hold you, how I would like to imprint my wěn on your forehead and tell you: I love you. I will gently wipe away your tears, hug you tightly, and give you warmth. I will hold your hand tightly and take care of you, how I want to see you grow up, how much I want to see you smile, how much I want to see you get married, how much I want to have children" The intermittent voice came out of the mouth of **, **The sloppy gaze stared at the child's face, this eye, how she wanted to imprint the child in front of her deep in the depths of her eyes, and she couldn't shake it or erase it.

In the end, the sloppy eyes of ** finally dissipated, lifeless, and the sound stopped, and the children of the Ye family who rescued him found out that from the beginning, a broken sword pierced the heart of this **, what kind of power did this ** hold on to when the heart was pierced, what kind of power is this.

"Don't sleep on the ground and get cold" The child doesn't know death, but still calls **, at this moment, the child's call seems so powerless.

Such a scene can be seen everywhere in the dilapidated Ye family manor, young children call for their dead mothers, wives who have lost their husbands are wordlessly looking for their husband's body, old men who have lost their sons are looking at their sons lying in pools of blood with tears on their faces, and husbands who have lost their wives are wordlessly digging up his wife's body from the dilapidated attic.

On this day, they not only lost their son, but also lost their wives, lost their children, lost their fathers, and lost their mothers.

Life is as short as a meteor is to the night sky, and life is as humble as dust to the sky, but those who lie in a pool of blood defend their homeland with their lives.

Life is like a butterfly, flapping its wings, it will pass the song of the wind, and the breeze is slowly coming, and the slight whimpering sound echoes in the wind, blowing through the dilapidated attic, the blood-soaked stone road, blowing the strings of leaves on both sides of the swaying, swaying, and the blood stains on the leaves also fall, as if a blood rain has fallen.

Inexplicable sorrow spread in everyone's hearts, and above the void, Ye Chen looked at the dilapidated home, at the pool of blood on the ground, and at the crying child, and there was also a trace of sadness in his eyes.

The purple light between heaven and earth was repeated, followed by a roar, followed by a downpour, and the rain fell weakly, trying to wash away the sadness on the faces of the children of the Ye family.

The vast mist fell like a torrent, Ye Chen clearly heard the rustle of the rain hitting the roof, and the rain fell like a curtain along the house, forming a rain curtain, which looked like a different feeling.

In the past, children frolicked in the rain, stretching out their hands to support the falling rain, but now, children are crying in the rain, calling for their mothers who will not wake up anymore.

The sudden rain washed the ground with pools of blood, and when it fell to the ground, it became red, and the rolling red stream flowed towards the low-lying part of the mountain stream, and at this moment, the rain only melted the cold ruins.

"Alas" above the void, the old man next to Ye Chen also had inexplicable sadness on his face, sighed lightly, patted Ye Chen's shoulder, and then took a step with his feet, and his figure came out in vain, and he jumped into the attic next to the ancestral pavilion in just a few breaths, and the seven Qi Martial Realm elders standing next to Ye Chen also sighed lightly, and below, there were also their relatives lying in a pool of blood.

In the attic, Ye Wushuang waved the feather fan, immediately threw down the feather fan in his hand, and instructed the Ye family disciples around him: " Immediately send someone to clean up the corpses, find out the bodies of all the Ye family disciples, and find some Ye family disciples who are still alive, remember, you must be careful not to be sloppy At the same time, gather the corpses of the man in black and others together, and if they are not dead, they will be killed immediately, and those swords on the ground will be packed up and sent to the martial hall, and then some uninjured disciples will be sent to clean up the collapsed attic, but be careful, there may still be people alive under the attic."

Even in the face of such a picture, Ye Wushuang was sad in his heart, but at this moment he had to calm down and issue a series of orders.

"You guys go down and deal with it" His gaze was withdrawn from below, Ye Chen said to the seven elders behind him, in this regard, the seven of them nodded slightly and jumped to the ground.

The dilapidated Ye family manor was full of Ye family disciples cleaning up the battlefield, and the children of the sword god mén were also involved, blood was flowing everywhere in the pits, and they were helpless to cover it with soil, however, the soil was dyed red, and with Ye Wushuang's order and the assistance of the Ye family elders, the surrounding corpses gradually decreased, but everyone's mood became heavier.

Above the void, Ye Chen always looked at the crowd below wordlessly, and a wordless sadness spread in everyone's hearts.

After a long time, Ye Chen sighed softly, took a step forward, floated above the void of the Ye family, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone"

The voice hovered like thunder in the sky above the Ye family's manor, and those Ye family disciples all raised their heads to look at Ye Chen above the void, silent, at this moment, the pain caused by the death of their relatives filled their entire hearts, and after a few breaths, Ye Chen spoke up again: " I know that you are in a very sad mood right now, that our relatives are buried in this land, that some of you have lost their wives, some of you have lost their husbands, some of you have lost your children, some of you have lost your parents, they have exchanged their lives for who we are today, and we are the continuation of their lives."

There was still silence around, and Ye Chen's heavy voice was still floating above the void, and even the sound of the wind seemed so weak at this moment

After a pause, Ye Chen sighed lightly and continued: "We remember all people, after the wind and rain, there will be a rainbow, and after the disaster, there will be nirvana rebirth. They have exchanged their lives for our new life, to live to be strong, for you, for your loved ones, for those heroes who defend your homeland, everyone, lift up your bowed heads, tǐng your bent back, carry strong, wipe away tears"

Ye Chen's slightly hoarse voice resounded in everyone's ears, and everyone was silent at the beginning, and finally raised their heads and wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes.

Remembering the deceased loved ones, the living should be stronger, because they are the continuation of their lives.

Raising their heads and looking at the sky, there seemed to be countless smiling faces watching them, and the emotions in everyone's hearts gradually changed from the initial sadness

A trace of gloom flashed on his pale face, and Ye Chen's figure took a step and fell down in vain