the other side.
In the room of Tang Xiao.
Tang Hao was sitting on the ground, dragging Tang Xiao's body in his arms and slapping his cheek with one hand.
There was a deep red mark on Tang Xiao's neck. The skin was worn to pieces, and fine drops of blood oozed out.
"Brother--!"
"Why are you so stuck in your thoughts?!"
Tang Hao's voice was hoarse and roaring, and tears rolled down from his eyes, one by one, sliding down his cheeks and dripping on Tang Xiao's forehead.
If he hadn't arrived in time, Tang Xiao might have hanged himself by this time.
"Brother Hao..."
Tang Xiao woke up slowly, his eyelids were heavy, and it took a lot of effort to open them even a crack.
His eyes were a little distracted, and his voice was as weak as a gnat.
"My brother has become a useless person."
"First, I can't practice cultivation, and second, I can't breed descendants for the sect, so what's the use of my life?"
The corners of his mouth twitched and he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.
"It's better to give up this body, leave the inheritance Soul Bone, and train one or two top masters for our sect."
"Quan should be my last contribution to the sect."
I have to say that Tang Xiao is really a serious "sect slave".
Even in this situation, he still thinks about the sect.
In his heart, the sect is greater than everything else, and the interests of the sect are higher than personal life and death.
To a certain extent, he and his "good uncles" can be regarded as "coinciding".
One person actively wants to donate Soul Bone, and a group of people actively wants to snatch Soul Bone.
Different paths lead to the same destination, all "for the sake of the sect".
I just don't know what will happen after both parties know what each other has done.
When Tang Xiao knows that his uncles are forcing the palace to divide his Soul Bone, will he still be so magnanimous and say "Quan Dang is my last contribution to the sect"?
"Brother! This world is full of wonders! We will definitely find a way to cure you."
"Besides, what she Ye Shiyu said may not necessarily be true!"
Tang Hao hugged Tang Xiao's body tightly, tightened his arms, and said very forcefully:
"We still have grandpa. When he comes back, he will definitely be able to find a solution."
"Grandpa is Limit Douluo. Even Qian Daoliu is no match for him."
"His old man will definitely find a way!"
"I know my own body well..."
Tang Xiao tilted his head and looked sideways, his eyes dull, as empty as two dry ancient wells.
The bottom of the well once reflected the blue sky, white clouds, and Sun Moon stars, but now there is only endless darkness and dead silence.
"Brother Hao..."
His voice was very calm, so calm that he didn't look like a man who had just returned from hell.
"I don't want to put any more burden on the sect."
"But brother, if you die, what will my little sister and I do?" Tang Hao's voice rose a little higher, "What if my father is gone one day, who will manage the sect?"
"Who will take care of my little sister?"
"If it's all up to me, how can I defeat Spirit Hall outside and the elders in the sect?"
His voice became lower and lower, deeper and deeper, with a deep sense of powerlessness.
"My little sister can't practice cultivation. What if she gets angry after getting married and I'm in seclusion again?"
"Are you counting on those sect elders?"
"Are they those sect disciples who are already married and have children, but still think about their little sister all day long?"
His chin rested on Tang Xiao's forehead, and his voice was muffled, as if he was crying.
"Brother! We really can't live without you!"
"If you are no longer here, how will I manage such a large sect in the future?"
"Alas--"
Tang Xiao sighed softly after hearing this, and a glimmer of light returned to his eyes.
The light was weak and dim, like a candle in the wind. It could be extinguished at any time, but it stubbornly refused to be extinguished.
"Brother Hao--"
He said softly, his voice still weak, but a little warmer than before.
"Bring back some food and wine."
"Today we two brothers will have a good drink and forget all those unhappy things."
"Okay! I'll go right away!"
Tang Hao agreed repeatedly, her voice full of joy.
He let go of Tang Xiao, stood up, and just took a step, stopped again.
He was worried that after he left, Tang Xiao would commit suicide again. After hesitating for a moment, Tang Hao loudly called the servants and asked them to prepare the food and drinks.
Not long after, the servants brought a large amount of wine and meat.
The two brothers sat opposite each other, chatting loudly, and got very drunk.
After a few glasses of wine, Tang Xiao's face regained some color, and Tang Hao's eyes gained a little more sparkle.
They talked about their childhood, discussed the details of cultivation, and recalled those high-spirited days.
But as he spoke, the topic turned to hatred.
The one who gets scolded the most is Zhao Linchuan.
Especially Tang Hao, who scolded the most fiercely. He slapped the table, spittle flew everywhere, and cursed at the top of his lungs.
Scolding Zhao Linchuan and humiliating him like Spirit City, cutting off his One-Eared flowers and stepping on his head made him lose face in front of the world.
He scolded Zhao Linchuan for taking away the foundation of their Clear Sky Sect clan, and Ring Detonation cheats and Clear Sky Nine Absolutes all fell into the hands of the enemy.
Scolding Zhao Linchuan has ruined his brother, ruined Clear Sky Twin Stars, and ruined Clear Sky Sect's future.
Every curse smacked of alcohol, hatred and deep unwillingness.
While drunk, Tang Xiao suddenly stopped holding the wine glass in his hand, and his eyes fell on Tang Hao's left ear that was cut off by Zhao Linchuan.
The area was bare, leaving only a circle of scars, which was very strange.
His eyes flickered slightly and he said:
"Brother Hao, you are the future Clear Sky Douluo. You can't do without One-Eared."
He lowered his eyebrows in thought for a moment, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Well, tomorrow I'll go see if any of the servants have ears similar to yours."
"If there is a suitable one, I will kill him as a brother, cut off his ear, and go with you to find Ye Shiyu, and ask her to patch it up for you."
Tang Hao nodded and said drunkenly, "That's exactly what I meant..."
Noon.
Spirit City, Pope Hall.
Bibi Dong is sitting on the throne of Pope, handling affairs.
The throne was large and majestic, but she seemed extremely small sitting on it.
The documents on the desk were piled up into a mountain, and the dense handwriting swayed in front of her eyes, which made her dazzled.
Bibi Dong's fingers lightly crossed the page, reviewing it line by line. Occasionally he would stop, pick up his pen and comment on a few words, and then continue reading.
"So tired."
Bibi Dong stretched, raised his arms high, and his joints made a subtle clicking sound.
"It's really..."
She leaned back on the chair, looked up at the paintings on the top of the temple, and muttered, her voice full of exhaustion and resentment.
"Linchuan When will they come back... They promised to come back in ten days and a half. They have been out for so long and haven't seen anyone."