Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

[Acquired entry: Exceptional Eyesight (Purple)]

【Exceptional Eyesight (Purple): With eyes that can see through anything, you can easily detect subtle traces that are difficult for ordinary people to spot】

The moment the entry appeared, a chill rushed into Hong Lang's eyes, and his vision suddenly became clear.

Every little detail around me was clearly visible, even the finest specks of dust in the corners of the walls.

"A purple entry... not bad luck!"

However, Hong Lang had a question: "Exceptional hearing" is green, but "Exceptional eyesight" is purple. Is there any explanation for this?

Could it be that the "Exceptional Hearing" skill also has a purple rarity, and I just didn't get it?

"Forget it, the sample size is too small to draw conclusions. We'll think about it more carefully when we have more entries!"

……

Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the silence.

Hong Lang opened the door, and there stood Granny Liang, her body hunched over, her voice trembling: "Xiao Lang... A Bao hasn't come back yet, it's already dark..."

They're not back yet?

It's already past midnight, where could a little kid like him go?

Hong Lang quickly helped her up: "Grandma, don't worry. Abao is a lively child. He probably got lost while playing in the mountains. Tao'er also got lost in the mountains once when she was little, and the whole village had to look for her."

Wild animals roam the deep mountains at night, and Abao is only seven or eight years old. It would be too dangerous for him to stay in the mountains overnight.

Honglang didn't delay any longer. He called the hunters in the village, and together they went into the mountains with torches.

The nights in the mountains are exceptionally long. It was late autumn, and the cold wind felt like knives on our faces.

"Ah Bao!"

"Ah Bao!"

The voices of the crowd echoed through the mountains and forests.

More than ten people searched from midnight until dawn, but they still couldn't find Abao.

Just as everyone was about to give up, Hong Lang suddenly noticed something unusual by the stream ahead.

With his exceptional eyesight, he spotted a child's corpse from afar.

The body lay motionless in the red stream. Hong Lang was startled and rushed forward to lift the body out of the water.

The moment he turned the body over, everyone present gasped, and Hong Lang felt a chill run down his spine and his hair stand on end.

Ah Bao's eyes were wide open, and a look of terror still lingered on his face.

His abdomen had already been cut open and his internal organs removed.

His distorted expression showed that he was dissected while still alive.

The scene was so gruesome that even several seasoned hunters couldn't help but turn their faces away.

"Brother Lang, I want to be a martial artist like you when I grow up! To protect Grandma from bad guys!"

"Thank you, Brother Lang! I will become stronger and stronger!"

Hong Lang heard A Bao's childish words echoing in his ears, and he closed A Bao's eyes with his palm.

"Ah Bao..." Hong Lang muttered to himself, clenching his fists tightly as a surge of anger rose within him.

Who on earth would do such a cruel thing to a child?

……

Grandma Liang was sitting at her front door when she learned of her grandson's death.

She clutched Abao's clothes with both hands, staring blankly into the direction of the mountain road.

When the hunter told her the truth himself, she murmured, "Ah Bao... Ah Bao..."

Those present felt a pang of sympathy upon seeing this. Some wanted to offer words of comfort, but the words caught in their throats. In such a situation, any words of comfort seemed pale and powerless.

They could only stand quietly to the side.

After a moment, Granny Liang slowly raised her head. Her cloudy eyes held no tears, only a deathly calm. She looked at Hong Lang: "Little Lang... tell Granny, does hell exist?"

Hong Lang wanted to say something to comfort the old woman, but before he could answer, Granny Liang suddenly chuckled softly. The laughter was low and hoarse, sending chills down one's spine.

Her gaze drifted into the distance, and her voice was slow: "Long ago, in a small village, there lived a family of three: a husband and wife and a girl. Although they were not rich, they lived a peaceful and happy life."

One day, a girl named Liang Amei returned happily from town and saw thick smoke rising from the village in the distance, with the smell of blood drifting far away on the wind.

Liang Amei rushed into the village like a madwoman. The scene before her made her scalp tingle. Everyone in the village, old and young, lay in pools of blood, not a single body intact...

The culprit behind all of this was a madman wielding a sword; he looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, his eyes filled with madness.

Granny Liang's voice began to tremble: "The madman saw that Liang A-mei was somewhat beautiful, so he took her back to the sect and imprisoned her in a secret room."

That year, Liang Amei was sixteen years old.

Day after day, year after year, Liang Amei became his tool for venting his desires.

Until one day, the sect discovered what he had done. Liang Amei thought he would be punished as he deserved, but she was wrong.

The sect called Taixu Sect did not punish the madman in any way, but simply sent Liang Amei to a place called Taiping Village.

That year, Liang Amei was twenty-six years old.

Qin Jiuzhen rushed over at this moment. She hugged the trembling Granny Liang, her voice choked with sobs, "Granny...don't say anymore...don't say anymore..."

The words of comfort that were on the tip of my tongue just wouldn't come out.

Hong Lang stood aside and listened quietly. He had never imagined that this old man had such a painful past.

Grandma Liang was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke again: "There was a kind-hearted family in Taiping Village who took in Liang A-mei and treated her very well. Over time, they fell in love and Liang A-mei married their son."

She thought her bad luck was finally leaving her, and that she could finally have some peaceful days...

But fate is unfair!

That day, an evil spirit suddenly appeared in the village. A centipede more than ten feet long with a human face broke into the village at night and ate many people. Only Liang Amei survived by sheer luck.

Not long after, she gave birth to a child, and the child became her only reason to live.

That year, Liang Amei was forty years old.

Later, the child grew up and married a virtuous and kind woman.

Liang Amei thought she could finally enjoy a peaceful retirement, but unexpectedly, her daughter-in-law died during childbirth, leaving behind only a grandson.

A few years later, Liang Amei's son went hunting in the mountains and encountered a monster. He never returned, leaving her and her young grandson to depend on each other for survival.

Her grandson was her only hope for survival... but she never imagined that even this last bit of hope would be forcibly taken away.

That year, Liang Amei was seventy-eight years old!

Liang A-mei hated the evil spirits, and even more so, she hated the Taixu Sect and this cannibalistic world!

Grandma Liang's voice grew softer and softer... She suddenly pushed Qin Jiuzhen away, staring intently at Hong Lang, and at everyone present.

The hatred in his eyes was like karmic fire bursting from hell, carrying half a lifetime of resentment, as if it wanted to devour all the injustices.

She appeared deranged, her eyes bloodshot, muttering to herself, "Abao is dead... dead... all dead!"

Then she gasped for breath twice, and before she could catch her breath, her body fell straight backward, and her hand that was gripping Abao's clothes finally slowly loosened.

The oldest man in Taiping Village has ended his agonizing life.

Qin Jiuzhen stared blankly at Granny Liang's body, tears finally streaming down her face. "Xiao Lang, tell me... for Granny Liang, is this a relief? Will those bad people who hurt her really go to hell?"

Hong Lang sighed softly and shook his head: "The so-called hell is nothing but a product of people's self-comfort. In this world, good people always die young, while evil... lives on for a thousand years!"

The wind blew again, carrying the chill of the mountains. The leaves rustled, the sound continuous, like a silent sob in the world.