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In this half a year, Mo Beichen not only polished the weapons in his hands, but also polished himself.

His entire being became more reserved, no longer easily flustered. His state of mind underwent a tremendous change.

Only through hard work would he be able to cherish everything that was hard to come by. After his own plan was completed, Mo Beichen's heart was filled with satisfaction.

In this area that he had been living in for a long time, he could no longer provide much help to Mo Beichen. Those low-levelled Demonic Beast had long since been scared of being killed, and all of them ran off without a trace.

If he wanted to restore his Dantian as soon as possible and increase his strength, he could only place his gaze further away.

Regardless of whether it was a powerful Demonic Beast or expensive spirit medicine, they were both born in the center of the Crying Demon Abyss, or even the deepest part of it.

Having been in the outer regions for so long, he hadn't even met a single spirit medicine, and that was enough to point out this point.

After determining the direction, he headed north and embarked on a new journey, ready to start a new round of challenges!

Along the way, the Demonic Beast they met became stronger and stronger as expected, causing Mo Beichen to feel both surprised and happy. Fortunately, he did not encounter any fatal danger along the way. Every time he fought a bloody battle, he would be able to escape with his life on the line.

Although nothing unexpected happened, Mo Beichen gradually realized that something was amiss.

The group of Demonic Beast he met gradually decreased, and only after a long time did he meet a group. At the end of the day, they were no longer able to meet a group of Demonic Beast, and could only meet a small team of three or five.

In the end, even the Demonic Beast that were alone rarely discovered him. It was as if all of the Demonic Beast in the Crying Demon Abyss had suddenly hidden away and disappeared.

"No, something's wrong!"

Mo Beichen's eyes moved about, he confirmed that this place must be strange.

According to past experience, in a dangerous place like Crying Demon Abyss, it was impossible to stay safe for long. However, along the way, not to mention the roars of beasts, he did not even encounter a single berserk beast. This was already extremely abnormal.

Only when he faintly heard a sound in the distance did he confirm his guess. His heart was on full alert as he carefully moved forward.

The closer he got to the source of the voice, the more Mo Beichen felt that something was wrong.

Logically speaking, he should have left as soon as possible in case of an unmanageable crisis. However, the voice seemed to have some kind of magic, tempting him to ignore the danger ahead as if he was obsessed with it.

"Woo woo …"

As he got closer, he heard a melodious tune coming from an unknown place.

Under the twilight, the ethereal voice changed unpredictably, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes rapid, sometimes light …

He seemed to be weeping sorrowfully, and was filled with endless grief as he called upon his loved ones who had passed away.

It was also like a helpless whisper, accusing the injustice of fate.

He seemed to be praying unwillingly with despair and hope as he narrated his miserable experiences.

It was also like a sorrowful and pitiful wail, begging the lover not to leave …

The entire tune was filled with despair, and the bitterness that was impossible to escape from deeply shook Mo Beichen's heart.

Suddenly, he remembered all the things that had happened to him.

The family that was originally living a blissful life suddenly turned into pieces after a car accident.

At such a young age, he no longer had a parent that doted on him, and the surrounding people couldn't help but sigh. The aunt who had kindly adopted him had always been hostile towards him. She would use all kinds of methods to punish him whenever there was a conflict.

In the end, as if he had become more disgusted with, Mo Beichen was transferred to another relative's house.

Although they did not beat themselves up again, they were incomparably cold and detached. They were kind enough to not feel like transparent people.

In that entire year, he had never felt the slightest bit of warmth from his loved ones. Instead, he felt a chill in his body and mind, making him want to escape from this cold, lifeless ice cavern.

For the next few years, he was like a ball being kicked around by his parents' relatives. They lived together for a period of time. He felt disgusted and disgusted.

This sort of difficult life lasted for a full 13 years.

When he finally grew up and was able to inherit his parents' inheritance, the normally indifferent and mocking relatives suddenly appeared one after another. In order to fight for the property that should have belonged to him, they didn't hesitate to make a ruckus.

At this moment, he found out from the crowd's argument that he was actually adopted!

For a whole eighteen years, he had been living a huge lie, and no one had ever told him the truth. If it wasn't for these legacies, who knows how long they would have been hidden.

The parents who used to think of him as the daughter of their hand were actually adoptive parents.

And his own parents? Where was he? Why would he be so ruthless in abandoning her?

The scene changed as the scene of another world suddenly appeared.

Mo Beichen thought of the vicious bandits that had arrived at his doorstep. In order to protect himself, his father's corpse had been cut into pieces by a random knife.

That terrifying scene had given the young him a huge shock. For two years after that, nightmares kept coming, and often they woke up screaming.

In the end, he remembered his wandering life.

He was so hungry that he spat out saliva. He couldn't even stand up, and in the end, he could only fight with the dog on the street for food. As a result, he was bitten all over.

Dressed in a thin suit, he had to hide under someone else's roof in the snowy night, wrapped in rags from the garbage heap, curled up like a dog, shivering.

In the morning, he was found by the owner of the house, or he was thrown onto the street after a beating. Or he would be drenched from head to toe in a basin of bone-piercing cold water, before fleeing in a sorry state under vicious words.

In the past few years, countless people had been insulted and rolled their eyes. For a very long time, he was completely muddle-headed. He didn't know what the meaning of his life was, and how he had managed to survive …

Outside the sky, before the stars and the moon. After the past, he was sad and depressed.

Two lives of unbearable memories followed one after another, overlapping and interweaving, causing Mo Beichen to be immersed in boundless pain.

With great difficulty, he had endured his miserable childhood, but an accident had occurred. He had left the familiar world and lost all of his relatives and friends.

From the depths of his sorrow, Mo Beichen only felt that long-suppressed loneliness and pain in his heart, as though a volcano had erupted as it shot into the sky.

He was helpless, he was terrified, he was in despair …

That nightmarish experience had caused him to initially be unwilling to accept it, but later on, he had asked for help in a vain attempt, and finally, he felt an ice-cold despair. Mo Beichen suddenly felt that there was nothing left to live for.

He has already … He couldn't find any reason to live on!

The Abyss didn't say a word, but the mountains were full of tears. The melody of the night sky filled with rolling Cloud's Worry.

Tens of thousands of beads dropped down from the sky, and apart from the concentrated ticking, the only thing that remained was a mournful and desolate echo that resounded between the heaven and earth.

Mo Beichen's eyes were filled with grievance. With a sorrowful face, he slowly raised the bone blade in his hand and slashed at his own neck.