Ghost King Sect.

In the gloomy sky, there was no light to be seen, and there were unconscious spirits all around, aimlessly walking towards the six realms of reincarnation.

Feng Qingyang stood beside the six realms of reincarnation, his eyes looking at the void in front of him, where there was a huge gear, slowly rotating and emitting the power of reincarnation.

"Qingyang, are you sure you want to enter reincarnation?"

The Ghost King stood beside him, he was so powerful, he couldn't see a little strong man's breath on his body, he looked like a kind old man.

"I have to go, since I have inherited the power of Feng Shui, then I must control it, the first hall of the Ten Palaces of Yama, King Qin Guang, is in reincarnation, then I must go to him!"

Feng Qingyang took a deep breath and said slowly, saying this, he sat cross-legged on the edge of the six reincarnations, his eyes staring at the void, looking a little deep.

At this moment, he remembered the last scene in the Qingqiu Ancient Cemetery......

The ancient mysteries of the Great Shang, the origin of the four ancient gods, and Su Daji's sacrifice made his calm heart tremble uncontrollably.

"The origin of the zombie race, it turns out, is not only related to this, perhaps, I once thought about the world, it's - really existing!

The wind was clear and muttered, turning his hand towards the center of his eyebrows, but when he saw a purple villain appear, he respectfully bowed to the ghost king beside him.

"Qing Yang, even if I am the power of reincarnation, I can't interfere without permission, you have to do it yourself, I will send you to the closest location to King Qin Guang, but the specific place, you have to find it yourself!"

In his ears, there was a faint voice of the ghost king, Feng Qingyang did not answer, but nodded, and in an instant, the ghost king pinched his hands, and the vast gears suddenly became happy, and at the same time, there was a great suction, and Feng Qingyang was immediately sucked in.

......

In the void space, there are many undead spirits, they are simple and simple, like a blank piece of paper, floating aimlessly in the void, suddenly, a fine light came from the void, and at the same time, the power of suction came.

But I saw one of the purple villains take the lead, flying in front of many undead, and plunged headlong!

"Wow...... Wow......"

I don't know where it is, there was a cry of a baby, Feng Qingyang opened his eyes, only to feel a strange, next to him stood a young man who was not very old, and beside him, there was a woman with a kind face.

"How's the kid?"

The woman's weak mouth spoke, although tired, but there was uncontrollable joy in her tone.

"It's healthy! You rest a lot, I'll stew some chicken soup!"

The young man spoke, then turned and walked out of the room, heading out towards the kitchen, and in a few moments there was a smell of fragrance.

Feng Qingyang's eyes were bright, and he wanted to speak, but just when he opened his mouth, it was a loud cry of a baby came, and when he was depressed, he smelled the fragrance of breast milk.

"Don't cry child......" Then Feng Qingyang was stunned, and at that moment, he even felt that he was a baby, instead of coming to look for King Qin Guang!

Time passed slowly, one day, two days, three days, one year, two years, three years......

Five years later, Feng Qingyang had grown to about a meter, and he stood in the courtyard on the periphery of this hut, looking at the sky in front of him with his little hands behind his back, and a trace of confusion flashed in his little eyes.

"Who am I, am I Feng Qingyang or Yu Xiaohu?"

He muttered to himself, and behind him, a man walked over lightly and picked him up, some stubble on his chin poked in his face, feeling a little pain.

raised his hand to resist, but only stretched out his small hand and gently stroked the man's chin, causing laughter behind him.

"Today is the first time Xiaohu has learned to walk, and today I will celebrate, the boar I called yesterday was stewed and eaten. The man said to the woman behind him.

Feng Qingyang struggled to the ground, he was obviously walking briskly, but in fact he could only walk in a hurry, staggering from side to side, looking extremely cute.

"Who am I?" thought as he walked, his feet slipped, and he suddenly fell, and at the end of the moment, he saw something under his feet, and the moment he looked up, he saw that the man was looking at him deeply.

"I'm Yu Xiaohu!"

There was only one thought left in his mind, and when he woke up for a moment, he forgot who he was and completely integrated into the body of a three-year-old child.

Spring goes to autumn, another summer passes, at this moment, Yu Xiaohu is already fifteen years old, growing to one meter seven or eight, with a broad and dark body, even overshadowing his father.

On this day, he walked down from the mountain carrying a boar on his shoulder, and saw his father sitting by the river fishing, the man who was originally a little young, at this time he was already middle-aged, and his face was carved with traces of time, and under the carving, a trace of wrinkles was revealed.

"Father, I'm back. ”

Yu Xiaohu spoke loudly, his face was covered with sweat, he walked to the middle-aged man's side, put the boar on his shoulder on the ground, and sat beside him with a plop.

Stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, and quietly watched the middle-aged man sprinkle the fishing rod to fish, in his impression, his father has always been a little mysterious, obviously born in a mountain village, but always like to do something that only a literati can do.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, the calm water trembled, but when he saw the middle-aged man flick the fishing rod, a small fish the size of a palm was pulled out of the water by him and placed in the barrel beside him with a whoosh.

"Father, why do you always put the fish back when you catch them? Yu Xiaohu looked at the middle-aged man with a puzzled face.

"This fish is not the fish I want, how can I eat it?" The middle-aged man did not look back, threw the small fish back into the river, and then threw off the fishing rod again, and sat there quietly again.

"Then what is the fish you want...... Yu Xiaohu was even more puzzled, he had never understood what this middle-aged man was doing, since he couldn't eat it, then why did he fish it.

"The fish I want is no longer in the water, but somewhere else, and although he is a fish, it is not my own fish, so I cannot eat him. ”

He said meaningfully, and then stopped talking, but stared at a float in the water, and he knew that if the float moved, a fish would be hooked.

Yu Xiaohu was thoughtful, he sat next to the middle-aged man, his previous words echoed in his mind, but his rough head couldn't figure it out.

If you don't understand, you don't have to think about it anymore, ponder for a while, get up and say goodbye to him, and then carry the boar towards his home.

Not long after he left, the middle-aged man who was concentrating on fishing suddenly raised his head and looked at his back, a flash of struggle flashed in his eyes.

"The fish I want to catch is you! But you are not a fish that belongs to me alone, and she is the only one!"