Bai Qingyi seemed to suddenly realize something, and his head suddenly came to his senses, and then he quickly sat up and looked around.

He screamed at once, like a frightened child, hoarse, as if he were going through a senseless disaster.

For he suddenly noticed that at this moment, on the stone wall twenty-seven paces away from the southernmost part of the cave, a hole as large as a millstone suddenly appeared.

And next to the big hole, there were rocks piled up, as if they had just been blown open by something, and on the ground around the entrance of the cave, there were countless blood flowers that had exploded.

One, two...... It's like a newly bloomed rose, a blood-colored rose.

He got it perfectly.

Everything is understood.

He knew whose blood it was.

After Bai Qinghou finished healing his injuries, he finally used the residual power in his body to use the earth-shattering Thunderbolt Golden Light Flame Divine Skill.

He had gathered all the anger, hatred, and loneliness that had gathered over the years, or all the love he had for his brother before the temporary, into those fists.

Then, with a swing of his fist, he turned into a rainbow in the dim Jizo, and used his body to blast a hole in the hard stone wall.

For the sake of Bai Qingyi, for the sake of his only brother, his only relative, or rather, in order to wash away the sins on his body, he finally did that.

He was originally white, but after those arrogant ambitions in the Golden Throwing Villa, he slowly turned black.

But now, as he rushed at the rock wall with his body, he turned himself white again with his own blood.

Now, in Bai Qingyi's heart, he is still Bai Qinghou, he will always be the brother who is full of smiles, full of love, and always so polite.

The cave smelled of blood.

It was my brother's blood.

At this moment, Bai Qingyi's body was able to move freely, but he knelt there for a long time, not wanting to move, for a long time, for a long time......

Neither spoken, nor shed tears, and even stopped breathing.

He seemed to be looking for the last trace of his brother's breath left in this world in this Jizo, as if he was afraid that the slightest sound would break it.

However, there was nothing in the cave, only boundless silence, deathly silence.

When he couldn't move, he could at least talk, and at least his brother was by his side talking to him and telling him something that surprised him.

But now, when he can move, there is nothing.

So, he hated himself for having to move in the first place.

He hates, he hates everything in this world, and he even hates his own stubbornness.

Twenty years ago, he killed his father because of his stubbornness, and twenty years later, he killed his brother because of his stubbornness.

He knelt there in a daze, his hands had been unconsciously inserted into the cracks in the stones, and the blood slowly seeped down the stones into the dirt, but he didn't know whether it was his own blood or his brother's blood.

At the beginning, the reason why my brother wanted to talk to him earnestly was to dispel the hatred he had gathered in his heart for many years, but ......

He had made up his mind.

He must not let his brother's death go to waste.

He doesn't hate others, he only hates himself, if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't insist on moving, maybe, his brother wouldn't be ...... at this moment

Thinking of this, as if he was forcing himself to accept something, he quickly shook his head and said loudly at the blood in this hidden place:

No, my brother isn't dead, he's not dead, and now, he's just completely integrated with the ground under his feet.

He still felt that now, when he knelt on the ground where his brother's blood was still flowing, it was like kneeling beside his brother, listening to his teachings, listening to his breathing.

He knelt there silently, silently beside his brother's blood.

The torches hanging on the walls lit one after another.

In the end, I don't know how long it took, Bai Qingyi's knees were already numb from kneeling, and he was unconscious, but he still didn't want to stand up.

He just wanted to spend a little more time with his brother.

He believed that his brother hadn't gone far at the moment, and he should still be watching him silently in this damn Jizo, somewhere in the damn "Two Forgotten Smoke and Water".

He knelt silently in the dark, no sound, no movement, no tears, even the sound of his heartbeat had stopped.

In this boundless darkness, there was no day or night, so he didn't know how long it had been and how long he had been kneeling here.

Besides, he didn't want to know.

When his brother left him, time was no longer so important to him.

Later, I don't know how much time passed, Bai Qingyi seemed to have collapsed, and finally woke up from his grief, and then, with a long exhale, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to the soul of his brother who was still staying somewhere in this world, he muttered:

Yes, now, I'm the only one left here, and the darkness here is completely mine. Brother, you're really selfish.

You know that I have always been afraid of the dark since I was a child, but you still want to leave me this boundless darkness, you know that I am not strong enough, but you still have to leave me such a heavy burden, brother, why do you have to be so cruel.

Ever since he picked up his sword and left the Golden Throwing Villa twenty years ago, leaving this home that had brought him too much aura, he had vowed that he would never shed a single tear for this family again.

But now, those tears suddenly gushed out like endless thoughts, and they could not be suppressed, allowing them to drip on the ground, mixed with the blood of my brother, and be with my brother forever.

Then, when he had shed the last of his tears, he abruptly stood up, took a half-lit torch from the stone wall, wiped his eyes, and muttered:

What's wrong with me, now, it's not the time for me to cry, I have more important things waiting for me to do outside, this hole in front of me was bought by my brother with his life, I can't let his death go in vain, I must go out.

Wherever this hole leads, whether it is hell or heaven, I must get out of here and return to the outside world.

Although he didn't want me to get involved in this inaction dispute again, I must not just sit idly by and let the powerful dark forces behind the scenes act recklessly, so that more people will end up like my brother.

Besides, now I am no longer alone, because my body has been injected with my brother's hard work and skills.

Now, let me use these skills to find out the mastermind behind the scenes for my brother.

With that, he wiped away the last tear of the man, stood up, held the torch he had taken off high, stepped on his brother's blood, and walked into the black hole that did not know the depths and where it led.

He leaned against the protruding rock wall next to him, and by the faint light of the torch, he walked all the way to the depths......