I created the world

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"No, I don't know which memory you will experience in it, but there must be many choices in it. If you choose the wrong one, you will be trapped in it forever and cannot get out, but it will not endanger your life."

Chen Luo's heart trembled slightly, the price was too high.

"The door to come in has disappeared. Does this mean that I can't do it if I don't go in?"

"Yes."

Xuantianjun Yuanshen's old voice sounded again, "Once the inheritance is opened, there is no way out. I thought you knew this before you came in."

Chen Luo smiled, "It's true that I didn't know this before I came in, but the matter has come to this point, it's useless to talk about it, let's start directly."

After Chen Luo finished speaking, he didn't ask any more questions, but chose a door at random and walked through it.

In fact, Chen Luo could guess what Xuan Tianjun was thinking. Many people in this world have lost their chance and always want to do it again.

Some people yearn for change and feel that their lives are full of failures.

What Xuan Tianjun wants to see is what choices his descendants will make before the major choices he encounters.

Maybe it will be someone like him, maybe it will be someone different from him.

As for what the situation will be, Chen Luo can only go in and adapt accordingly.

When Chen Luo opened the door and stepped in, a black light flashed and appeared in a stone path.

There was still a void inside the door, with hard stone walls on both sides. Chen Luo knocked on it with his hands. The stone walls were thick and the voice was dull.

This is a straight passage with no end in sight.

When Chen Luo looked back, he found that the door that came in had disappeared.

Chen Luo frowned, and could only go forward, straight forward.

After walking for a few minutes, a ray of light suddenly burst out, and when Chen Luo came back to his senses, he had already appeared on a dead wasteland.

A little boy faltering, shivering from the cold behind a sand dune.

There is the sound of howling wolves in the distance, sometimes far and sometimes near.

Chen Luo narrowed his eyes slightly. The boy was wearing an ancient costume, but it had already turned into ragged clothes. It was still stained with blood, and it had been soaked by blood for a long time.

Not far from the little boy, lay two cold corpses.

The two corpses were a man and a woman, with wounds all over their bodies, which was shocking. The woman's body didn't even have any clothes. It was obvious that she had been raped before she died.

The male corpse's eyes were not closed, and its expression was frozen, full of reluctance and distress.

It was not the fear of death, but looking at the six or seven-year-old boy in front of him, the only thing he was worried about before he died was this boy.

"father!!"

"Mom!! Wake up, you don't want me!"

The little boy was full of panic and horror, grabbing the body of the male corpse and shaking it vigorously.

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, looking at the two corpses on the ground, his eyes were full of despair.

At this time, the cold wind was howling, and the little boy didn't know whether it was from fear or from the cold, his whole body was shaking.

When Chen Luo saw this, he vaguely understood that this little boy was most likely the Xuantian Lord when he was young.

Chen Luo silently looked around, only to find that these two corpses were not the only ones on the wasteland. Looking down from the sand dunes, all he could see were corpses.

The further they went down the sand dunes, the more corpses piled up, and a river of blood had already gathered below.

Chen Luo judged it in an instant. I'm afraid this is not a simple vendetta, but a war of extermination, and the young Xuantian Jun became the only one who survived.

I don't know how long it took, but the little boy finally understood that his father and mother were dead, and he would never wake up again.

"Father, why did you say you don't want revenge?"

The little boy was talking to himself, with fear in his eyes.

"That's right... You are afraid that I will die, right? But how can I forget this hatred of extermination. Father and mother, you can go at ease, and then I will rely on myself."

The little boy stood up, and the bloody coat on his body, which was frozen hard, emitted a bloody gleam under the winter sunset, like a battle armor.

A little boy who was only six or seven years old, holding a sharp stone in his immature hands to dig out the frozen ground, spent two days and two nights digging a hole to bury his parents' bodies.

The little boy knelt down in front of his parents' grave and kowtowed three times vigorously.

"Father, mother, even if you are smashed to pieces, the child will avenge you and your clansmen!"

The little boy stood up, turned around and walked into the distance, his figure gradually disappeared in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Chen Luo's figure disappeared in an instant, and was forcibly teleported behind the little boy.

However, although Chen Luo was beside him, the little boy didn't notice it from the beginning to the end, and just walked forward in a daze.

Chen Luo wasn't surprised at all, he didn't give any choice at all now, and his perspective would naturally follow the young Xuantianjun all the time.

Chapter 951 Wuzu

Chen Luo followed the little boy all the way to the north. Along the way, he could feel the fear in the little boy's heart.

He was shivering in the cold wind, enduring hunger, and the finger he injured while digging the grave was also injured, and the pain became more and more unbearable in the cold weather.

But the little boy didn't look back, he strode forward, breaking the ice hard on the frozen river, and took a sip of the cold river water.

But the cold water made his physical condition worse.

Chen Luo was about to faint when he saw him several times, but he still held on with his breath.

The little boy digs through the frozen soil in the wilderness, looking for grass roots to satisfy his hunger.

Chen Luo didn't know where the little boy was going, but looking at his persistent and resolute eyes, even Chen Luo's calm state of mind was touched a little.

I don't know how long it took, but the little boy finally couldn't hold on and passed out from the cold.

A woodcutter passing by chopping firewood saw him from a distance, and immediately ran over to check his situation.

When the woodcutter saw the little boy who was about to run out of oil and lamps, he didn't bother to go to the mountain to cut firewood. Instead, he immediately took the little boy back to his humble home and invited the witch doctor from the tribe to treat him.

There is also a wife in the woodcutter's family, but they have been married for many years but have never given birth to a child.

It's just that although their family is very poor, the husband and wife are extremely kind-hearted.

The woodcutter and his wife took good care of the little boy, and finally brought him back to life after several days.