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Chapter 531 A figure

Granny Miao fell heavily to the ground. Before the dust raised by her body had completely settled, her eyes were wide open, full of confusion and disbelief.

She could never have imagined that Ling Ye, whom she had taken such good care of, would be so cruel to her.

At this moment, Grandma Miao felt a fishy and sweet taste in her throat, and a mouthful of blood flowed out uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth, flowing down her chin and dripping onto the dusty ground.

Her lips opened and closed slightly, but no sound came out. All her questions and anger were blocked deep in her throat.

Her eyes slowly moved down, finally settling on Lingye's instep. She stared at it intently, as if she wanted to find an answer from that ordinary shoe surface, an answer that could explain this cruel betrayal.

The light of life in her eyes was gradually dimming, but the unwillingness and doubt were becoming stronger.

There was no expression on Ling Ye's face. He hardened his heart and turned around to walk away. Each step he took was extremely heavy, as if he wanted to completely crush the past under his feet.

Soon, he returned with a bundle of firewood soaked in oil and threw it around Grandma Miao's residence without hesitation. Then he took out a tinder, blew it gently, and the flames jumped up, instantly igniting the flammable materials.

The fire spread so fast that it engulfed the entire house in the blink of an eye.

The raging flames shot up into the sky, making crackling sounds, and the thick smoke was pungent and choking, constantly surging upwards.

The heat wave hit him in the face, burning Lingye's face, but he seemed to have lost his sense of pain. He just stared straight at the sea of ​​fire in front of him, his eyes empty and complicated, and it was unclear whether he was reminiscing or pretending to be indifferent.

In this fire, all traces of Grandma Miao disappeared bit by bit, and the warmth and companionship she once had turned into ashes and were blown away into nothingness by the wind.

"The cage should disappear, the cage should be broken free." Ling Ye looked up at the sky, his eyes full of determination and relief. His voice sounded particularly hoarse yet firm amid the whistling wind and crackling sounds of burning.

After saying that, without any hesitation, he opened his arms and ran towards the sea of ​​fire without hesitation like a moth flying into a flame.

The scorching flames instantly enveloped him, his figure looming in the flames, but he did not utter a single scream of pain.

The flames licked his body mercilessly, his clothes melted away in an instant, and his skin was burned by the high temperature, making a sizzling sound.

But Lingye's eyes remained firm. He just stood in the fire, letting the flames devour him.

Soon, Ling Ye's body gradually turned into nothingness in the raging fire, his bones were burned to pieces, and finally turned into a handful of ashes that drifted in the wind, disappearing on the land that once trapped him, as if he had never existed in this world.

When Ling Ye's body was completely reduced to ashes in the flames, the raging fire showed no signs of abating. Instead, it became more and more violent, with the flames rolling wildly as if to devour everything in the world.

Right in the center of this terrifying sea of ​​fire, a dazzling and strange light suddenly burst out.

The light was so strong that it was impossible to look directly at it. Along with the crackling sound of burning, a young boy was walking out steadily in the light.

Every step the boy took was steady and powerful, as if he was stepping on the drumbeat of fate. The afterglow of fire lingered around him, and the rustling sleeves of his clothes seemed to be his fearless battle flag.

His facial lines were hard and his contours were clear, with two sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples. In his deep and bright eyes, heroic spirit flowed freely, intertwined with unruly and rebelliousness.

This natural temperament makes him look like a god of war from ancient mythology. His fierce aura seems to be able to break through all constraints. In his eyes, nothing in the world can become a shackle that binds him.

The young man in front of me is the real Ling Ye.

He is no longer a chess piece manipulated by fate, no longer trapped by the constraints and oppression of the past. After experiencing the baptism of fire, he broke free from the shackles of fate and was reborn.

At this moment, he stood tall, looking straight ahead fearlessly, emitting vigorous vitality. With a new attitude, he resolutely faced the long road ahead full of unknowns.

He seemed to be surrounded by the lingering echo of fire, his clothes rustled in the wind, and every step he took brought with him an invisible aura.

His facial features were well-defined, his sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, his eyes were deep and bright, revealing an innate heroic spirit mixed with a bit of unruliness and arrogance, as if nothing in the world could restrain him.

That straight back and the unbridled posture are just like a sharp blade just out of its sheath, so sharp that people dare not look directly at it.

"Old, everything old is behind us." Ling Ye stood where he was, looking into the distance with a complex expression. His deep voice carried a hint of relief, echoing in the air.

For him, the old constraints and boring past are all things of the past and can no longer influence him at all.

His eyes slowly fell on Grandma Miao's body. He leaned over slightly and picked her up steadily with both hands. His movements were mechanical and numb.

Grandma Miao's body had long lost its temperature. Her flabby skin had a deathly grey color, and her messy hair was tangled around her face, as if silently accusing her of the impermanence of the world.

Ling Ye held her in his arms and walked towards Rongqing Valley with heavy steps.

Along the way, the wind was sobbing, as if lamenting for Granny Miao, and as if mocking the cruelty of this world.

The valley bottom was filled with damp mist, with the Xulongtan hidden within it, and the surface of the water gleaming with a cold light.

When he arrived at the edge of the pond, Ling Ye stopped, took a deep breath, and without any reluctance, he exerted force and threw Grandma Miao's body into the pond.

A dull and harsh "splash" sound broke the calmness of the water surface with splashes of water.

Grandma Miao's body sank rapidly and soon disappeared into the bottomless pool, leaving behind only circles of spreading ripples, as if they were her last trace in this world, fleeting.

Ling Yegang sank Grandma Miao's body into the Xulongtan Pond, and the turbid ripples were still surging on the water surface.

In an instant, his aura suddenly changed, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his stern face. He waved his hand violently, and tremendous spiritual power gushed out from his palm, forming an invisible but extremely oppressive powerful suction force in the air.

Xulongtan was like a giant beast that was completely enraged; the originally deep and calm water suddenly began to boil.

The water surface exploded, splashing wildly and making a dull "gurgling" sound, as if resisting this brutal force.

There were huge waves at the bottom of the pond, aquatic plants, sand and rocks were stirred up and flew all over the sky, and the whole pond water became chaotic.

In this moment of chaos, a figure, wrapped in the surging water, jumped out from the bottom of the pool like an arrow.

She was a young woman, with long wet hair flying around like seaweed, messily sticking to her bloodless face.

The wet clothes clung to her slender body, outlining her slim figure.

Her eyes were closed tightly, her brows were slightly furrowed, and water droplets hung on her long eyelashes. She stood still and allowed herself to be controlled by this force, lifeless.