Chapter 732 The Loneliness Of One Person (2/2)

The blind-folded blind e covered with a shallow layer of snoithout any change in expression The distance of each step seemed to have beenin the Temple and then sat down

Like a soulless shell, he sat in front of the ancient treasure trove and began to stand guard, began to wait Once the wait started, who knew if it would last a few thousand or tens of thousands of years?

Fan Xian's body finally collapsed into the snow Fresh blood seeped out of his body Haitang half-knelt by his body and labored to stop the bleeding She forcefully suppressed the sorrow and shock in her heart but could not suppress the hot tears in her eyes

Wu Zhu didIn the eyes of the Temple, they were Fan Xian's companions and could not impact the interest of humankind as a whole Furthermore, it needed these two people to announce the existence of the Teical deduction and did not involve anything else

However, Haitang and Thirteenth wang did not understand As terful warriors of the hued in front of the door of the building and felt a chill through their entire bodies, particularly Haitang She could not understand how the blind master could attack Fan Xian She also didn't understand why he had to sit in front of that door A dark feeling let her know that perhaps in the long months ahead, this uncle who Fan Xian was the closest to, the most mysterious plainclothes Granduard in the Te at the indifferent and expressionless Wu Zhu just sitting there, Haitang also felt a chill and frustration that was difficult to suppress

The Temple recovered its quiet The warm and cal out again A light snow once again fell from the sky The snowy ht like a non-existent object

Wu Zhu sat indifferently in front of the door, notan inch, with an unspeakable aloneness and loneliness

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The snow fell endlessly, and the cold wind blew The human heart was like the rain and snow There was no start to loneliness and no end Fan Xian looked at the swirling snow outside through a specially lifted crack in the tent There was not a sliver of emotion on his face It was just as indifferent as the blindand Thirteenth wang experienced great hardshi+p in carrying hiht Fan Xian would not h the day Unexpectedly, Fan Xian had held on with his cockroach-like life force and survived

Fro and Thirteenth wang knew that his emotions were very complicated, so didn't try to disturb him They just narrated what had happened after he fainted Until now, Haitang and Thirteenth wang still did not understand why the Temple wanted Fan Xian to die so much but allowed the radually regained soth Due to thehis cultivation However, Fan Xian did not feel any disappointment or sorrow He just stared coldly at the wind and snow outside the tent He looked forto their original plan, after they left the Temple, they had to head south as quickly as possible to avoid the wind and snow that would arrive after the suht Because of Fan Xian's injury, and more so because of Fan Xian's perseverance, their camp remained behind the snowy mountain and did not shi+ft south

The worry between Haitang Duoduo and Thirteenth wang's brows grew deeper each day Although they had obtained nothing in this journey to the Temple, at least for them, to be able to enter the Temple alive and leave it alive was already an impossible mission They did not dare to hope forto leave the o off ithin the temple in the mountain But, they truly could not understand what they, mortals, could do when faced with thewere not Fan Xian They could not see through to the truth of the Temple They could only know that even such a powerful warrior as Wu Zhu could not go against the Temple's orders and had attacked Fan Xian, as his closest faht well ask what else the three of them could do other than stand pointlessly outside under these circumstances

Fan Xian did not think like this He would rather die than watch Uncle Wu Zhu stand guard, solitary and impoverished, in the Temple for tens of thousands of years Fan Xian now had a faint idea of Uncle Wu Zhu's true identity, but he still used the words solitary and impoverished to describe him because he knew that Wu Zhu was not the same as the Temple

Uncle Wu Zhu had era person Fan Xan firmly believed this because in the dim secret room in the junk shop in Danzhou, he had once seen a s to his wounds in Dong Mountain, Uncle Wu Zhu seemed more and e began Perhaps it was tens of thousands of years ago when the blind-folded eh the various human tribes as an emissary of God and had seen too s and unions? Or, perhaps Uncle Wu Zhu was the most powerful existence in the Tee, he had taken a path completely different to the Temple itself Maybe it because of the sudden appearance, for reasons no one knew of, of a spirit-like life a few decades ago in the Teered in Uncle Wu Zhu airl?

Fan Xian didn't want to investigate this and didn't need to investigate it He only knew that when he was reborn into this world, he was lying on Uncle Wu Zhu's back The first person he had seen was Uncle Wu Zhu

Uncle Wu Zhu's back arh Fan Xian had never seen his eyes, presumably they were filled with eained control of Uncle Wu Zhu Perhaps it was si, a re-start, or ht of intelligence and emotion in Uncle Wu Zhu's body was now completely invisible

This reality ry He could not just watch as this happened and do absolutely nothing For hi the Temple was only Uncle Wu Zhu's body If he could recover Uncle Wu Zhu's soul, it would be as if he died

Twenty odd years ago, in the purge carried out by the Temple and the Emperor, Wu Zhu killed an unknown number of e Chen Pingping and Wu Zhu's oords, he forgot s

This loss of memory must have been caused by the Teot some matters fros He remei and Fan Xian However, the WU Zhu in the

Fan Xian's eyelids drooped slightly, but a very bright light flashed across his pupils His body was still weak, but his confidence was unusually abundant He would not leave theUncle Wu Zhu back because he wasn't dead Wu Zhu's strike had not killed him

Fan Xian accurately deduced that the Temple did not have complete control over Uncle Wu Zhu, this wholly different life At least, those naraved into Uncle Wu Zhu's life had successfully interfered with Uncle Wu Zhu's actions so that he did not kill Fan Xianwith the

Given Wu Zhu's abilities, deducing whether Fan Xian would live or die would be the sio This was the core of Fan Xian's confidence He believed that Uncle Wu Zhu would certainly wake up one day

Many, mei escaped the Temple with the help of Ku He and Xiao En and headed north in the wind and snow Then, one day, the 4-year-old girl sighed and stared in a daze toward the north fro of the tent and said, ”He is too pitiful”

Many years later, the heavily injured Fan Xian left the Te, but he didn't actually leave He also didn't sigh because he was not going to abandon the pitiful blind mei bravely returned to the Teain Fan Xian also had to return The passing of decades seemed to have sunk into another cycle of sorts This kind of cycle did not make one feel any dryness There was only a faint sense of warain, the wind and snow surrounding the rown heavy For the second time, he walked into the snowy mei, had o of that one person </br>