Crazy Slime

Ten years later, it's still the same house and the same people. Su Mu opened the door and Zong Lin sat quietly at the table, motionless, like a sculpture. "Kill him." Su Mu was the first to speak. "If I don't kill him, he will kill us. After all, we are just masters and disciples. We are still not as good as the last bloodline of his Mo family."                                       But Bei Liang is dead... You really knew that the atmosphere in the room was strange and terrifying. The two people were obviously discussing the people closest to them, but they were using the strangest tone. Those years Zong Lin burst out, his veins stood out, and he roared: "Don't tell me these years, do you think there are people in the world who really like to be beaten?" It seemed like he was talking to himself, "You started to 'guard against us' so early." Su Mu said calmly: "You have changed, Zong Lin." "Yes, people change. I never thought that things would turn out like this in the end." Zong Lin was very calm, as if he was narrating someone else's story. "But you think I haven't changed." Su Mu passed out. Zong Lin died. He died peacefully, wearing a pair of airflow boots. In the suburbs, there was another grave, four coffins, and three people. The empty one was inscribed with "Beiliang". After an unknown number of years, the tomb became flat and trees and weeds grew. An injured practitioner passed by and met three teenagers, and their legendary journey began.