Chapter 115 Real Man

Dongling City, Zhengmu Cemetery.

The night is very dark.

The blackness is suffocating.

This large cemetery, which covers an area of ​​more than 10,000 square meters, seems to be completely swallowed up by the night. The entire cemetery appears silent and desolate.

Through the dark sky, I could only hear the dusk cemetery. Suddenly, a crow sounded like it was surprised. It squawked and roared to the sky, jumping out of the tomb forest, suddenly breaking the silent night.

From the dark night, I saw two figures slowly walking towards the tomb forest like ghosts.

The two shadows walked neither fast nor slowly. When they reached the middle of the cemetery, they slowly stopped.

One of the dark figures walking in front suddenly lamented in the dark night.

Then a voice came slowly in the dark night.

"Brother Hua, Brother 17, is buried here."

When the dark figure behind heard him finish these words, his body that was standing upright began to tremble slightly.

Walk forward slowly.

Dark night, lonely grave.

This man stood in front, neither moving nor speaking, as if he was integrated into the world at this moment.

"Brother, I have avenged you."

Suddenly, from the huge cemetery, the cold and hoarse voice of the man in front came.

Then there was silence again.

I saw the shadow in front of me slowly bowed three times deeply in front of the tombstone, and stood up.

Through the dark night, I could vaguely see that his back seemed a little hunched... but he slowly stood up straight.

The shadow behind him seemed to want to speak, but he thought about it and finally said nothing.

"Brother, Yang Hua swears on your grave that I will take back everything you have."

Under oath.

Commitment is fixed.

In the dark night, he slowly turned around and walked towards the black sky without looking back.

"Brother Hua...Leizi, I will follow you from now on! I will also do something for Brother 17..." I heard the shadow behind me turn around, and I didn't know whether the voice was because of being moved or for some other reason. It was not only trembling.

I felt like crying, looking at him walking forward step by step and said...

The man in front of him didn't look back, nor did he stay any longer. His voice came in the night.

"I will bear my brother's debt myself!"

Then his figure slowly merged into the endless darkness.

His waist doesn't look very wide, but he looks so tough...like a lone warrior fighting against the devil in the night.

The shadow behind him couldn't help but trembled, but who didn't notice his tears falling in the night...

Looking at him slowly passing away in front of him, the people behind suddenly felt how lonely and cold it was in the dark night... He couldn't help but shudder, and slowly followed him and left.

17In the original house...

Suddenly there was a squeak and he was pushed away.

Through the dim street lights, you can see his handsome face that should have been young and blooming, but at the moment it is lonely and indifferent. He is none other than Yang Hua.

He opened the door gently, and then walked inside.

The night covered him like a cloak, but it did not suppress him. He walked into the house step by step.

There was only a dim light bulb on in the room.

This is something left over from 175 years ago.

Since he was released from prison, he had lived there for less than ten days and had not even touched many things. He was already dead...

Yang Hua walked into the house and didn't move anything. Instead, he walked directly into his bedroom.

Lying gently on the cold bed...

He is tired...

No one doesn’t know how tired it is…unless it’s God.

Yang Hua is not a god, he is a human being of flesh and blood...

So he lay on the small bed and fell asleep quickly... No one knew how tired he was these days, and how heavy the burden was on his shoulders... Maybe it was as Brother 17 said: A real man has to bear it

What others cannot bear, this is a real man...

A heavy breathing sound came from Yang Hua's nose. Although he had fallen into a comfortable dreamland at this moment, it seemed that he was still working so hard in his dream... His hands were clenched tightly, as if he was thinking about something at any time.

Struggling... struggling...

When the overwhelming darkness comes.

Suddenly, a mysterious light burst out from Yang Hua's body with a whooshing sound.

As the light disappeared, there was one more person in the dark cabin unknowingly.

A woman in white clothes sat beside his pillow.

You Ruo!

She is so beautiful...

It is so beautiful that it makes people feel distressed and loved.

But at this moment, that almost flawless face was covered with a thick layer of sadness.

Looking at Yang Hua who seemed to be dead lying on the bed, her mouth moved slightly, but in the end she didn't say a word.

A soft and boneless hand was gently raised, as if stroking the face of a lover, and gently touched Yang Hua's somewhat handsome, somewhat indifferent face...

"Are you tired?"

Her voice slowly echoed through the entire cabin in the dark night.

But Yang Hua on the bed didn't know if he heard it or not.

"If you are tired, stop and take a rest..." Her voice sounded again in loneliness.

She gently stretched out her two small hands, and slowly took hold of Yang Hua's broad manly hand. She held it tightly and held it... as if they would not be separated even if the earth fell apart and the sea dried up...

Then she slowly put Yang Hua's hand on her flawless face, and a warmth that she had never felt before slowly rose from her heart...

The moment it touched her face, Youruo's body couldn't help but tremble...

She actually felt warm?

He didn't know whether it was because of joy or because he felt sorry for the man lying in front of him. In the dark night, slowly, slowly, a clear and crystal teardrop left his eyes...

There was a snap.

Hit Yang Hua on the arm...

Yang Hua seemed to have slept to death. Although his eyes did not open, his body could not help but tremble violently...

But soon he regained his dead expression and became silent.

When Youruo looked back at him again, her eyes were full of infinite reluctance and love, but as if there was no way she could do anything about it, she slowly stood up and helplessly separated his hands...looking back at him again.

…

Then she turned around gently and stopped looking at him.

At this time, no one saw her weak body trembling in the dark night...

A bright light entered Yang Hua's body like lightning.

Then Yang Hua's heavy breathing began to sound again...

"You Ruo..."

A struggle.

A shout.

He woke up from his dream...

The cold sweat all over his body seemed to drown him.

The moment he opened his eyes, all he could see was endless darkness... Then endless disappointment... and pain flashed in his eyes... How he wanted to sleep like that forever... How he wanted to sleep for the rest of his life.

…

However, he knows that he can't do it now!

He has a heavy burden on his shoulders and he has to stand up.

Even if something breaks his spine or bends his waist, he can't lower his head...
Chapter completed!