The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

After returning, Mu Bai became even more silent. The hatred accumulated in his heart made his heart very tired, because he still has no ability to overthrow the four supreme beings.

This continued for three days.

In the early morning, Mu Bai left Cang Meng's house without saying goodbye.

Walking on the streets of the small town, I can no longer hear the original bursts of ridiculing laughter, at most someone looked at Mu Bai curiously, and whispered to others: "Isn't this Mu Wu's son?"

Due to the relatively remote location and lack of information, the people in the town have never heard of Mu Bai's deeds on the mainland, and they still live their lives in peace and stability as usual.

Before he knew it, he had come to the edge of the town, in front of the low stone house, the scene was dilapidated and dilapidated.

"Ah..." An old man with gray beard walked behind Mu Bai, looked at the stone house, and sighed in disappointment: "It's still like this every time I come here."

Mu Bai looked at the old man in surprise, and asked, "Are you looking for my father?"

"Oh? You are that useless son of the Mu family, right?" The old man glanced at Mu Bai, and said with a smile, "The roof of my house is broken, and there is no way to fix it. Since you are Mu Wu's son, you will always strike iron, right? I can make a few nails."

Mu Bai smiled wryly and shook his head, "I don't know how to forge iron."

The old man looked unhappy and said: "Your ancestors have been the only blacksmith in the town for five generations. How did you pass it on to you, and you can't even make nails? I am so disappointed. If I had good legs and feet, I would have gone to the city a long time ago. I bought it from a blacksmith."

"I'm sorry." Mu Bai apologized.

"Forget it, I won't live long anyway. This house is just like a human being. On the day I die, that house will also collapse..." Muttering, the figure of the old man gradually disappeared from Mu Bai's sight Far.

Mu Bai's heart seemed to be touched by something, he walked straight to the front of the house, pushed open the two crumbling doors, and began to clean up.

At noon, the room had been cleaned by Mu Bai, and Mu Bai was covered with dust. At this time, he walked to the threshold and sat down, heaved a little breath, and seemed to feel a lot more relaxed.