The sound was so low. When it sounded in this dark room, it gave people a more like a whisper in a dream. However, a light shone in from outside the slightly opened window, just projecting in front of the bed, and you could see a lot of dust flying inside. At this moment, the dust seemed to have stopped for a while.

The room fell into a moment of silence.

After a while, the old man on the bed who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes were turbid and old, but at this moment, a light flashed, and he said softly: "Who is calling me?"

“…”

"Who is it?"

Yu Wenying looked back at Xie Feng, then lowered her head and said softly: "Grandpa, grandson saw someone at the city gate this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man on the bed struggled to get up. Yu Wenying hurriedly reached out to help him up again. The old man leaned almost entirely on his shoulder and no longer had the strength to sit up by himself. After moving like this, he was panting, as if he was about to fall down the next moment.

I looked at his eyes, blurred and clearer, as if I had to work hard to see things. After a while, I finally found the location of Xie Feng with the dim light in the room.

He looked at him for a while and said, "Is this the person?"

Yu Wenying nodded: "Yes."

The old man looked at him and said, "Who are you?"

Xie Feng's low voice seemed to be stained with heavy emotions. As soon as he opened his mouth, I suffocated my breathing, which was standing beside me.

He said: "My surname is Xie."

This time, I clearly heard the old man holding his breath.

The dancing of dust in the light further highlighted the silence at this moment. The few people in the room seemed to have stopped breathing and heartbeat.

I don’t know how long it took, when the old man spoke again, his voice seemed to have been aged several decades again. It seemed that only from the ashes of time could make such a sound again. He said tremblingly: “You, your surname is Xie?”

“…”

"Xie Datong, the supervisor of the Imperial Heaven Supervision, is it you?"

"It's my great-grandfather."

The old man was quiet again.

But this time, he quickly laughed. When the wrinkled face smiled, it felt like he was crying. Even the sound of his laughter was like crying. After laughing for a while, he nodded slowly and said, "Xie Datong's descendants are finally here."

“…”

"I'm counting, it's time to come."

“…”

"I've been wondering why, the old guy, I have been suffering sickly, but I can't die. I'm almost overwhelmed. It turns out that I'm just waiting for you to come."

“…”

"Okay, OK, OK."

He even said three words "good", as if it was really a joyful and gratifying thing to reunite with the descendants of the Xie family. However, when I looked at the painful light from the turbid eyes, I could understand that he was really happy, but he was happy because he could finally be freed from pain and regret.

However, he just said - the Imperial Heaven Supervision Supervisor?

Xie Datong?

There was no one named Xie in the Imperial Heaven Prison of this dynasty. But if it was Xie Feng's great-grandfather, it would have happened at least more than 60 years ago, that is, the previous dynasty.

Xie Feng's great-grandfather was the supervisor of the Imperial Heaven Supervision Bureau of the previous dynasty?

My heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

In fact, this incident is not too surprising. No matter how many tragic wars the previous dynasty experienced when the country was destroyed, as long as the old people in their sixties and seventies were naturally experienced the wars of the previous dynasty and the events of the previous dynasty. If it were eighty or ninety years old, they would definitely have some memories of the previous dynasty, and some even held official positions in the court of the previous dynasty.

But there are too few such people now.

The Pei clan's invasion of the Central Plains almost reduced the population of the Central Plains by nearly half. The Guardian Master also told me that when they broke into the imperial city, they killed blood and corpses everywhere. In that case, perhaps more than ten people from the palace in the previous dynasty could survive.

Therefore, there are almost very few people who know some secrets.

At this time, I remembered that last night in the snow, Xie Feng looked at the sky. He was not an ordinary star-watching look.

That's why he said to me - he is not good at learning skills.

His great-grandfather was an official who observed astrological signs for the royal family and predicted good fortune and misfortune. Then he obviously learned this ancestral craft, so he said that he was "not good at learning skills."

It seemed that I could feel my messy breathing and heavy heartbeat. Although Xie Feng was all over his body and mind on the old man, he couldn't help but look back at me at this time. Almost half of my body was standing in the darkness of the room. At this moment, he just raised his head and looked at him with a complicated expression.

Although his eyes were deep, in the dark abyss, I seemed to be able to see some undercurrents. I had never noticed them in the past, and at this moment, it finally surged without any concealment.

At this time, the old man on the bed spoke again: "Are you here to take my life?"

As soon as he said this, a little fierce light immediately appeared in Yu Wenying's eyes.

He raised his head fiercely and looked at Xie Feng.

Xie Feng's shoulders also twitched slightly. He was silent for a long time and said, "Originally, yes."

"Originally? What about now?"

"Now, I don't want to take your life."

"Why?"

"Because you are alive now, maybe it's more painful than death."

Everyone knows that it is indeed very painful to be sick when people are in their 80s, but this is not even more painful than death. Seeing the old man's gray eyebrows frowning together, Xie Feng slowly said: "The best destination for a hero should of course be to lick the bloody horse and wrap the body with his body. The powerful and wonderful Eight-Pillar Kingdom in those days, Baishan Horse Saber Yuwen Kang became like this now, lingering in sick bed, with no power to tie a chicken in his hands. In the end, he may even vomit blood and die. Isn't it a pity for people to feel sorry?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Every time he says a word, the old man's breath becomes heavier. When he says "the sickbed is lingering, and the old man is almost breathless."

Even under such a dim light, I could see that the old man's face became paler and even pale to the point of bloodlessness.

Yu Wenying hurriedly reached out and stroked his back to help him calm down, saying, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you, grandpa?!"

“Hu…huh…huh…”

Yuwen Kang's throat made a dry panting sound. I thought he couldn't hold on for several times, but in the end, he spit out the phlegm, with only a little blood. Yu Wenying's eyes turned red, and he raised his head and glared at Xie Feng.

Xie Feng, who has always shown himself as a calm and restrained person, has never noticed that he has such a sharp side and such a sharp side.

Yuwen Kang took a long time to take a breath, finally took a breath, slowly raised his head and looked at him, and said, "Okay."

“…”

"If you are going to take revenge on me this time, then you have done it."

“…”

"Your words really make me feel more uncomfortable than killing me."

“…”

"You did it."

Yu Wenying held his grandfather and said fiercely: "You are not leaving yet!"

Xie Feng took a step forward instead and said, "It's not over yet."

“Not finished yet?!”

This time, Yu Wenying seemed to be completely unable to bear it. She put down the old man and got up and came towards Xie Feng. On the contrary, Yu Wen Kang was already lying in the quilt and couldn't breathe, but she still used all her last bit of strength to grab his grandson's sleeve: "Don't be impulsive!"

"grandfather!"

"After all these years, I'm waiting for people from the Xie family."

“…”

"I finally waited for him to come. He would be fine with whatever he wanted to say and do."

“…”

"Even if he really wants to kill me with one knife, I will never complain."

“…”

"You are not allowed to interfere in this matter!"

"grandfather!"

"Promise me!"

Although the hero is old, his power remains. His words still make this young man who can confront the enemy with one sword outside Tianjin. Yu Wenying struggled for a long time and finally let out a long breath, then slowly sat back to the bed and helped his grandfather up.

Yuwen Kang's thin shoulders rose high with his breathing. He could see that the old man was already in a state of disgrace. Xie Feng just said that he was powerful and brilliant back then. I think that if someone like Xie Feng could say such praise, Yuwen Kang's charm when he was young was really hard to imagine. However, no matter what kind of style, it has become a thing of the past. At this time, time has swallowed all his glory and health. What he vomited was just an old man who was old and could not even move.

It is certainly a pity for the beauty to be old and the hero is over, but no one expected that the hero's old and the hero is still a kind of helplessness and sorrow created by fate.

This may be the sadness shared by all the old heroes.

It obviously had nothing to do with me, but at this time, I still couldn't help but lower my head with a little soreness.

But the next moment, what they said made my breath tense up.

Yuwen Kang raised his head and looked at Xie Feng, panting and said, "You're not finished talking, then do you have anything else to tell me?"

Xie Feng said: "What I want to say has been finished. Now, I want to ask for my great-grandfather."

"Your great-grandfather...Xie Datong? What is he going to ask?"
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