At the foot of Longshou Mountain, Shitou Town, next to the big locust tree, Ayu Noodle Restaurant.

A young man with a straw hat and a long sword walked in.

"A bowl of white snow noodles in Yangchun!"

The young man shouted out, with a bit of vicissitudes, but no one cared about it, except for a man in black uniform in the corner glanced at him.

With his back to the man, the young man's eyes flashed, but he did not look back but swept to the stove not far ahead.

The woman wearing an apron on the stove was below. Her once young face was much older and her temples were covered with white hair. The boy who was spinning beside her had grown into a big guy, busying himself in the noodle shop.

This is a noodle restaurant where mother and son depend on each other. Maybe it is located in a remote location or maybe it was born in troubled times. The business of the noodle restaurant is not very good, but the noodle restaurant is really delicious.

The taste of ten years ago is still vivid in my mind, but unfortunately, people are no longer young people.

After ten years of separation, the face of growing up made the hometown people forget who they are, and the unspoken local accent has become a distant memory.

The hot Yangchun Baixue noodles were served on the table, and Bai Fan took a deep breath, "The taste of my hometown is so good."

The clear soup and white flour were sprinkled with some coriander, which made people unable to stop, but Bai Fan did not move his chopsticks because the uninvited guests were reflected in the bowl.

The man in black costume walked over in the corner and sat opposite Bai Fan. He also ordered a bowl of Yangchun Baixue noodles. Soon the noodles were served on the table and the two of them started eating on their own.

"It tastes great!" The man in a strong costume drank the last trace of soup from the bowl and nodded.

"The same taste as ten years ago!" Bai Fan put down the bowls and chopsticks, raised his head and smiled.

"Why leave?" said the man in strong clothes lightly.

"I've been staying for too long and missed home!" Bai Fan replied calmly.

"People who live in hell cannot miss home!" The voice of the man in a dressed costume was a little solemn.

"It's been ten years, I can't help but think about it!" Bai Fan looked at each other and replied calmly.

"Living in hell and thinking homesick is a traitor, and you will go to the eighteen levels of hell!" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the man in strong clothes.

"How many levels of living in hell are there?" Bai Fan raised his lips and said disdainfully.

"If you still have time to look back, otherwise you know what I'm here!"

The air around was already a little chilling, but Bai Fan shook his head, "You can't kill me, leave, I don't want my former subordinates to become my deceased soul under my sword."

"You must not violate your life, otherwise you will be lifeless!" The man in a strong costume refused very calmly, but Bai Fan felt the helplessness of living.

"Let's eat a bowl of noodles!" Bai Fan did not say more, but ordered two bowls of noodles again.

One bowl after another, the two of them seemed to be more enthusiastic about eating noodles. Gradually, the rice bowls on the table of the two men piled up more than half a meter high.

Faced with such a big customer, the mother and son were very happy and kept boiling water.

The piled large bowls seemed to be a little unstable, and the two finally ended the feast.

"Do you know why I like to eat so much every time?"

"Why?"

"Because I only know that I am alive after eating." Bai Fan's calm words made the man in strong clothes feel empathy.

"Yes, live!"

The man in strong clothes sighed but said in a cold voice, "Zhou Zhuo will not let a living person leave alive!"

"I will be that first person!" Bai Fan's tone was full of domineering and firmness.

Looking at his former boss, the man in a strong suit seemed to see infinite possibilities, but when he thought of Zhou Zhuo's horror, he shook his head and said, "Zhou Zhuo is hell. There is no second way for all rebellions to be destroyed except to ashes!"

Bai Fan did not respond but looked into the distance. The man in strong clothes stared at him, and he felt the determination of resoluteness for his ideals flashing in his calm eyes.

Persuasion is fruitless, only mission is given. Although there is no hope of taking action, it has to be done, because the cost of failure in Zhou Zhuo can only be compensated for by death.

The cold wind blew silently, and the woman looked out the door strangely, not understanding why the clear sky suddenly blew up. She called her son to close the door but she didn't expect that the wind would get stronger and stronger, and her eyes could no longer be opened.

The two men who had already left at Feng Ding's table, but only a ingot of silver weighing ten taels was placed on the table, which made the woman overjoyed.

On the mountain road of Longshou Mountain, a man in a dressed state appeared. He covered his chest and kept coughing up blood in his mouth. He walked staggeringly as if he was about to fall down at any time.

Several figures flashed at the end of the front, and the man in a strong costume stopped and smiled bitterly.

"Sir, you have surrounded my life and know that I still can't survive. They are here, you have to take care of yourself!"

The figure in front of him bypassed the man in a strong outfit and disappeared quickly in the distance without stopping, but the man in a strong outfit was still motionless.

He died and did not escape the law of life and death of Zhou Zhuo. The crow circled above his head and soon fell on him.

This is the killer, the poor way back to fate. Even if he dies, he cannot be buried in peace. The corpse is stormed in the wilderness and let birds and beasts eat. Perhaps soon there will be an unrecognized bone here.

The road to my hometown has long disappeared in my memory. Bai Fan asked and, of course, he was still killing.

No one dares to ignore the terror of the sky-level killer. In order to eliminate the rebellious Zhou Prison, it is a pity that they all go but never return.

Zhou Zhuo, who surpassed the heavenly killer, took action, but came back with his broken arm. Soon his life returned, leaving behind a shocking news that the other party had become a king, and he could not fight against him even if he was a king.

Zhou Zhuo seemed to be determined to get rid of Bai Fan, but unfortunately things went against their wishes. They had no more energy because the Great Zhou was in chaos and the world was in chaos.

After walking for several months, he finally saw the mountain in his hometown. Bai Fan calmed down his excitement. He didn't know if the familiar voice and smile were still there.

The closer he got to his hometown, the heavier his mood. After ten years of separation, he changed his hometown and changed. The once prosperous village was empty, and only the dilapidated tiled walls scattered proved that the village once existed.

"Dad, mom, Xiaobai is back!"

Bai Fan looked at the ruins quietly, recalling his childhood memories, and his eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm late!"

Staggering, Bai Fan wandered among the ruins and hoped to find the scene in his memory.

The people are empty, the house is gone, and the hometown is turned into ruins. Only the big locust tree at the entrance of the village let Bai Fan know that this is the hometown, but why is this happening?

Bai Fan roared to the sky and shouted with his parents, but unfortunately no one responded, only the lingering sound echoed in the mountains.

The killer had no tears, but his heart was in pain and bleeding. Bai Fan regretted it and regretted that he had not come early.

Without the wandering sons from their hometown and the prodigal sons from their relatives, Bai Fan stood on the ruins and felt so sad that he could not tell.

What happened after a decade? He wanted to find the answer and find the truth of his loss.

After passing through the village, Bai Fan frowned when he looked at the dense tombstones on the hillside in front of him.

Familiar names appeared one by one on the tombstone, and Bai Fan felt a bad premonition in his heart.

His eyes kept searching, and finally stopped on a bluestone tombstone in the valley.

"Dad Bai, the tomb of Aunt Bai!" Several not-so-regular letters fell on it, making Bai Fan look so dazzling.

"Dad, mom..."

Bai Fan was speechless in his heart, and tears flashed in his eyes. He walked over with a staggering pace.

Gently touching the tombstone, the engravings on it made Bai Fan's heart bleeding.

"Dad, mom, I'm not filial, I'm late!"

Bai Fan seemed to not believe that this was reality, and he kept recalling the laughter and joy of his past when he was by his parents.

There are only a few fallen leaves around the tombstone that seem to have been cleaned, and there are still unburned ashes in front of the tombstone, which are blown by the wind and scattered.

Looking speechless, Bai Fan didn't know what was going on, and his heart was sad and angry burned between his eyebrows.

"Who is it, who is it?"

There was a loud question, no one answered, only the echoes kept echoing in the mountains.

He stood up and bowed silently. Bai Fan felt that his knees were so heavy that he could not get up.

"I'm unfilial to see you two elders!"

With nine heavy bows, Bai Fan stood up and suddenly stopped moving, his body seemed to be stiff.

The mountain wind blew, and two figures appeared in the distance, one big and one small.

"Xiaobai, it's really you!"

The person who came was in disbelief shouted, but Bai Fan had already heard who it was before he turned back.

"Xiao Lin!" Bai Fan turned around and smiled bitterly without the joy of meeting.

Because my childhood sweetheart was already married as a wife, the small figure beside me was looking at Bai Fan curiously.

"You are back!" The unexpected meeting was filled with joy, but then he saw Bai Fan's gaze becoming a little uncomfortable.

"This is your daughter!" Bai Fan tried his best to show off his helplessness.

"Yes! Her name is Shan'er." Xiaolin nodded silently.

"Shan'er, call me uncle!"

Xiaolin taught that the little girl Shan'er seemed not afraid of strangers at all. After calling her uncle, she looked up and down curiously.

"Well, it looks very similar to you when you were a child!" Bai Fan smiled.

The long-term killer career has long taught Bai Fan to cover up and disguise. The slightly warm breath of his body is emitting, which makes people want to get close unnaturally.

"How have you been doing these years?"

Bai Fan looked at the question and Xiaolin nodded and said, "It's okay, it's just..."

"What's wrong!" Xiaolin wanted to speak but stopped, and Bai Fan frowned unconsciously.

"It's nothing, it's just that you haven't come back all these years, and the aunt and dad are gone!" Xiaolin's voice was almost invisible when she said this.

"Oh, it's me that I'm unfilial. I'm late. Tell me what happened after I left over the years. Why are my parents and villagers no longer there!"

Bai Fan said calmly, but Xiaolin felt a chill. She understood what kind of person she was, her childhood sweetheart.

Xiaolin silently talked about the past ten years, and Bai Fan listened quietly, and scenes of the past formed a series of pictures flashing in front of Bai Fan.
Chapter completed!