Chapter 80 Dusk Return Home Is Not

Chapter 80 · Dusk returns home... not really

Cheng Xiao left his apartment.

He made a few phone calls and made some arrangements - as a direct descendant of a secluded ancient martial arts family in the style of a serious street stall literature. Even if he was marginalized for being useless, he could still find a few helpers. Disappearing for four days was not a big deal for him. He just verified his current safety and made preparations for the advance arrangements of the reincarnations. Of course, he did not delegate the task of delivering letters and messages to others, but simply made some resource mobilization.

He had something to do... something urgent.

He left the remote town where he was and went to the mountains. He deviated slightly when he was close to the 100-mile border of a small mountain village. So in the end, he arrived at a grave.

An unnamed, remote grave without even a road. There was no name on the tombstone.

In this grave lay his lover, his childhood sweetheart. He grew up in a secluded ancient martial arts village, and a girl became his neighbor without knowing when, and immediately attracted his attention.

And after that, it was a classic and innocent childhood sweetheart. The young Cheng Xiao liked this girl, whose appearance could only be regarded as pure and beautiful, from the bottom of his heart, and made a promise to be with her for life. This whole process happened in the village, under the watchful eyes of the mysterious elders in his family, and there was no hindrance during the period, and he even thought that including his parents, all recognized him and her.

He guessed wrong - when he left his hometown and came back happily with the proposal ring. But he learned that she was swallowed by the mudslide and her body was gone - he couldn't accept it, nor could he understand it.

Why is it like this? His father, his uncles, who are not masters of the inner family who can fly over the eaves and walls, and come and go freely on the cliffs? His mother, his aunts, who are not experts in strange arts who can control strange poisonous insects and can easily sense the changes in the sky and the earth like autumn cicadas? With so many strange people there, how could the eldest grandson's wife of the Cheng family die in a mountain torrent that was not very large?

He couldn't understand it, he was just very sad. Because he soon discovered some details that he had never noticed before, that is, his childhood sweetheart... Why did she appear in his family's secret martial arts village. Especially, after he realized how powerful his family was and what kind of status it had in this country.

——In the ancient aristocratic families, the boys who were chosen as heirs would be thrown into the pile of powder after Yuanyang was stable, and feel the tenderness and beauty of girls. And these girls would either be personal maids for life, or... quietly, by the hands of the grown boys, or by their own orders to deal with them. After experiencing such a baptism and transformation, men would become cold and indifferent, and be able to understand their responsibilities as the future head of the family. And no longer be confused by the love of children.

Cheng Xiao sighed silently... The times have changed, and many feudal remnants have been abandoned, but there are still many remnants. As a true feudal family that inherited ancient martial arts and witchcraft, the Cheng family did not have the old rules left over from the clan era. He himself did not believe it.

So he understood - there was a reason why his childhood sweetheart appeared beside him. From the beginning, the ending was doomed. And his family members... Even if their hands were not directly stained with her blood, they must have remained indifferent at the moment when the mountain torrent fell.

But what about her? Did she really know nothing about her fate? When the mudslide rushed down towards her hut, she was really at a loss. Or did she put on her favorite clothes, comb her hair, sit quietly in front of the dressing mirror, and wait for her final result?

Cheng Xiao didn't know, he didn't dare to ask, nor did he dare to think. All he could do was escape. He could only become a self-destructive person who looked dandy but was actually still clean and self-disciplined, hiding in a remote town.

The grace of parents' upbringing is not fake. The love of uncles and aunts is not fake. Her love for him was not fake. There was only one fake thing, and that was his promise.

[As long as I am not dead... I will definitely protect you and not let you get hurt! ]

The young man sighed silently, and he stretched out his hand and stabbed into the empty grave soil. When he stretched out his hand, a rustic engagement ring, which was just ordinary in style, but cost all the money a boy had saved with great difficulty, fell into his hand.

He no longer wanted to face his childhood sweetheart, and did not want to get a definite answer from her. He just wanted to find a less complicated spiritual harbor for himself in a less complicated place. And everything in the real world... maybe he should give it up.

"It's time to go, Cheng Xiao." He put away the ring and said to himself.

"Don't you want to go home and take a look?" A familiar voice sounded quietly from a few meters behind him.

Cheng Xiao's shoulders shook slightly, and his muscles tensed, and then relaxed. Finally, he sighed silently.

"Father..." He chose a more distant name. "I thought you wouldn't come."

"You are covered in murderous intent and blood, which is evidence of a fatal battle not long ago. I am curious, who in this country do you want to fight to the death with you without leaving any trace?"

Cheng Xiao pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Don't want to say it, or can't say it?"

He still didn't answer. He just turned around and stared at the man standing like a pine tree in front of him. Keep quiet. He didn't want to say it, and he couldn't say it.

"You still lack awareness of the power of the family. Do you know that four days ago, an important person in this country suddenly disappeared in full view of the public, and many people spent a lot of energy, but in the end they got nothing."

"How could I know." Cheng Xiao grinned slightly. "I have never known anything."

"That person's name is Chu Xuan. You should know him. When you were ten years old, your uncle took you to the Longyin Base. You met the boy who was supposed to be your colleague and even comrade-in-arms in the future. But... it's okay now."

No one knows his son better than his father, even if Cheng Xiao said nothing. His father also knew a lot, of course, this may also be due to a high-frequency dagger given by Chu Xuan.

Maybe there is, maybe not. Cheng Xiao is not Zheng Zha. If this dagger was disassembled and modified, and a signal transmitter or something like that was installed, then he would definitely know. In his opinion, this dagger was completely natural, without any traces of secondary processing.

"I don't know what you are talking about." The Lord God did not issue a warning, and Cheng Xiao did not dare to go further.

"You still know too little about the family. Just like you know about this country." Cheng Xiao's father was serious. "Do you know what the surname of the most powerful family in this country... or in this world is?"

"Morgan? Rockefeller? Kong? Zhang? It can't be Cheng." Cheng Xiao said casually, looking in all directions - the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, no sound, no noise. Gu's perception told him that there was nothing worth noting within a hundred meters.

"None of them." The man shook his head. "It's Zhao."

"Zhao in Zhao, Qian, Sun and Li, or the Zhao in Kong Yiji?"

"It doesn't matter, you just need to know. This country is much more powerful than you think, but it's only now, not in the past. And about thirty years ago, the Zhao family was just an assassin family that did dirty work."

"Eastern assassin family." Cheng Xiao knew this name - he knew which Zhao it was this time.

"Yes, it's as famous as the Western assassin family. But it's not that strong... But about thirty years ago, they got a gift... from an unspeakable place that you should know."

Cheng Xiao, slightly glared, he obviously knew what his father was talking about. And in his ears, the Lord God remained silent.

"A corpse, a relic. Not long after that, two top-secret bases appeared in this country, one Longxing and one Longyin. Xing means power, Yin means wisdom. And because of...some reasons. Not long after Chu Xuan was born, Adam with similar specifications to Chu Xuan also appeared on the other side of the ocean, as well as some other miscellaneous...derivatives."

"And what's interesting is that the day after Chu Xuan disappeared, we learned through some insider intelligence that Adam across the sea also left this world in the same way. Unable to observe, sense, or trace. And not only Adam, in East America, there is also an extremely dangerous person named Zhao Zhuikong who disappeared before they disappeared. We confirmed this after realizing a certain possibility."

Zhao Zhuikong, a name he had never heard of. But Cheng Xiao knew that someone described by his father as 'extremely dangerous' was unlikely to be an opponent he could deal with.

——Team battle...

"... Tell me all this, what is the reason?" He had already realized something, but he still gritted his teeth and spoke through his teeth. "That Zhao Zhuikong, is he from Longxing?"

"He is no longer from any party. And the reason I tell you this is that I hope you can understand a little."

A book was suddenly thrown over. It was an ancient book full of annotations. The whole book was written in tiny characters, and Cheng Xiao only took a glance and knew that everything in it was the top inherited skills in the family.

"Don't die, son. If you meet them... you know what to do." He said, then turned and left. It was as if he came here specifically to complete a task, and he didn't want to stay for even a second.

Cheng Xiao watched him leave, his lips trembled slightly, and in the end, there was only silence. From beginning to end, the father and son did not discuss the matter of the dead woman, and no one turned their eyes towards the grave.

And perhaps it was Cheng Xiao's illusion, when he watched his father walk down the foot of the mountain. He felt that his young and strong blood relative seemed to have a hunched back.