Never Return Guest

On New Year's Eve, amid the sound of firecrackers, he sat in front of the firewood gate and waited for his parents to return. His father is a village doctor with noble medical ethics; his mother is a gentle peasant woman who supports a family with simple food and clothing. That year, he was ten years old. Although his family was poor, life was bitter yet sweet. The family of three was enjoying themselves happily. That night, my father went to deliver medicine to the hunters outside the village, but he never returned. His mother reassured him that his father would be back soon. He waited, but fell asleep leaning against the door. At dawn, he was the only one left in the house, and only the outside of the house was crowded with neighbors. The village chief at the front came up with a face full of regret and said: "Ranwa, your parents are dead." No body remains, no trace of the murderer. He grew up in the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and refined his heart in the ashes of corpse fire. Ten years later, he went down the mountain with his sword on his back. He had no morals in his heart and only had one sword. Killing demons, slaying evil spirits, slaying immortals, and asking the gods, just to find out the truth about their parents that night. From then on, he had no companions on his journey to immortality, and his revenge was not avenged, so it was difficult to return home. He traveled thousands of miles just to never return.