There was still a boundless darkness in the Jizo, stretching infinitely in all directions, like a giant beast crouching there with its mouth open, waiting to be eaten.

And Bai Qingyi has been sitting helplessly and desperately for three days and three nights in this boundless underground treasure "in the smoke and water", without speaking, moving, or even breathing.

At this moment, he is tired, weak, and embarrassed, like a coconut shell that has been drained of juice, and he can no longer conjure up the color of life.

He could only sit there hopelessly, quietly waiting for death to come, and then, following the desperate and dull footsteps of the Grim Reaper, he left the place.

For him, it was all pain.

For him, there is no difference between life and death, life and death, and death and life.

In his eyes, in fact, that's what happened.

This is not the arrogant, uninhibited, conceited, high-eyed, and white-shirted style of twenty years ago, which didn't put anyone in his eyes at all.

However, people can change, just like the original unruly, free and casual Bai Qinghou will become the useless blind man now.

Under the dim light of the torches, Bai Qinghou's pair of hollow eyes that had been gouged out and left there looked even more hopeless and confused at this moment.

No one can put into words what kind of emotion was contained in his empty eyes.

His cheekbones were towering, like rocks jutting out out of the woods.

His limbs were as dry as wood, and even the originally broad and strong shoulders that showed the charm of a man had begun to wilt at this moment, becoming soft and collapsed, as if the frost had struck.

All in all, at this moment, his whole person is like a piece of dead wood, and there is no sign of life brilliance on his whole body.

He's become a real wreck.

Until now, even Bai Qingyi couldn't believe that at this moment, the old man sitting in front of him who looked ugly and lonely, old and withered, was actually the dashing Bai Qinghou who had been in the wind for twenty years, and he was the elder brother who commanded the rivers and lakes of the Golden Villa, and the owner of the Golden Villa.

How could this man be his calm and condescending brother-in-law?

He didn't believe it, he didn't even believe it at all.

It's not that he doesn't believe that this man is his brother, but he doesn't believe that this kind of thing can happen to his arrogant and conceited brother.

When Bai Qingyi stared at Bai Qinghou's appearance like a dead tree, his heart seemed to be suddenly stabbed by something, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time, so that his heart was surging and he couldn't help himself.

Looking at Bai Qinghou, who was as heavy and scrawny as a rock in front of him, Bai Qingyi wanted to ask, how he had spent the past twenty years in this hellish Jizo, and what kind of mood he felt when he had just learned that he had been mutilated and thrown into this damn Jizo.

However, he did not dare, and he could not bear it.

He wasn't afraid that he would become like this in the near future, but that he would be mad after hearing his brother's story.

Judging from his brother's current appearance, he can already imagine what kind of mood and pain it is.

Maybe one day in the near future, he will become like his brother.

However, he is not afraid, nor does he feel lonely, at least he can still be with his brother.

Thinking of this, he sat down next to Bai Qinghou, and leaned tightly against Bai Qinghou's withered and wilted body, as if he was scolded by his father when he was a child and lay in his arms to be coquettish.

In his opinion, it was the best time, a treasure that will always be engraved in the depths of his memory.

It's just a pity that such times are gone......

In this way, for the past three days and three nights, they have been leaning on each other tightly, and no one has said a word.

Because they don't know what to say.

Although Bai Qinghou no longer had eyes, although he couldn't see what kind of expression his younger brother was showing on his face at the moment, he knew that his thoughts must be very confused now, and he even felt hopeless, and even had an urge to die.

Because he felt the same way when he first started living in Jizo.

He just held his brother's hand tightly, as if he was able to soothe the swelling and pain in his body in this way after being beaten by his father when he was a child.

The two of them just leaned close to each other, silent, but with a clear heart.

Several times, Bai Qingyi felt as if the hanging rocks above his head were slowly falling, slowly pressing on his head, pressing him breathlessly.

It was even pressed like a tomato to squeeze out the juice, but he couldn't move, unable to avoid the swarming stones.

He wanted to shout at the endless darkness, to curse the endless cold stones and walls, to curse his unfortunate fate.

He longed to be able to say a few words to his brother.

It doesn't matter what you say, as long as you can speak.

Because only when he hears each other's living words, can he feel that he is still alive and that he is still a person.

He longs to see the blue sky and white clouds floating in the sky, longs to see the streams flowing in the mountain streams and the green meadows beside the streams, and longs to get the ** of those oncoming breezes......

On weekdays, he puts all his energy into sword practice, and all his emotions are indulged in the pursuit of supreme swordsmanship, so he always feels that these things are so annoying and annoying.

Now, however, when he suddenly realized that he had completely lost all these things that were so easy to obtain, that he saw, and even upset him, he felt the urge to go crazy.

Fortunately, Bai Qingyi has not gone crazy yet.

He can still stand it.

He had been in the backyard of the Golden Throwing Villa for twenty years.

In the past twenty years of non-stop watering, all the impulsiveness and impetuosity in his youth have been polished, smoothed, and erased, and turned into a round and smooth mirror-like thing.

This mirror can not only refract the inevitable boredom and troubles in the rolling red dust, but also reflect those innate desires.

What's more, at this moment, he is not really desperate.

Because he knows that there are still many things waiting for him to do in this world, and now is definitely not the time for him to despair.

Bai Qinghou trembled slightly from his hand, as if he had felt all the thoughts and feelings in his heart, so he patted his hand gently, smiled slightly, and said:

Second brother, we must have not seen each other for twenty years, and now, suddenly reunited—although it is not appropriate to meet again in such a place, we should still be happy.

I can let my second brother see me again in my lifetime, it seems that God treats me well, second brother, don't you say?