Chapter 1490 Little Mute

In the first life, he was a genius; in the second life, he was extremely powerful; in the third life, he was murderous; in the fourth life, he was miserable for half his life.

With the death of the fourth life, as his soul flew out, the fourth mark of the Nine Forbiddens gradually became brighter and condensed.

At the moment of entering the reincarnation, the fifth life began.

At this moment, Meng Hao's original body was still sitting cross-legged on the huge flower leaves, waiting for it to bloom.

As for the road to transcendence, Yan'er was still gritting her teeth and moving forward. After passing the third calamity, her cultivation was sometimes more difficult for her. As she walked towards the fourth calamity, she told herself that she must persist, because she had heard from those who had returned from the road to transcendence in the sect that the master... was at the location of the fifth calamity.

It was getting closer and closer to her.

"Master, Yan'er will definitely find you." The persistence in Yan'er's eyes became stronger. She took a deep breath and moved forward again.

In the fifth life, in the fifth continent, in a county town, in this winter, when the snow fell, a baby was born in a family, but the birth of the child did not bring joy to this family, but silence.

Not long after, a young man walked out of the house with the baby in his arms in bitterness and threw it on... the street.

"It's not that your parents don't want you, but you..." The young man murmured and turned away.

The reason why this baby was abandoned was because he was disabled. Since birth, his tongue was short... He could not speak in his life, and there was a birthmark on his face, which looked very ugly and even a little scary.

In that cold winter, the hoarse cry of the baby echoed, and a middle-aged man. Wearing a straw raincoat. Wearing a bamboo hat. After hearing the cry, he came to the baby.

Looking down, he sighed, picked up the baby, and returned to his home. It was a very small house, which was not warm in winter. There was even a trace of cold death here, which seemed to exist all year round.

Faintly, you can also see a frozen corpse... It seems to be used for research.

This middle-aged man is the coroner in this county.

"You have been abandoned since childhood, can't speak, and look ugly, so I'll call you a little mute." The middle-aged man looked at the baby, smiled, and took him out of his pocket. There was a scar on his forehead. It ran through his face, making him look a little hideous. The smile was terrible, but his eyes were gentle.

The little mute grew up, gradually growing up in the rice soup of this terrible coroner father, but it seemed that the winter cold when he was a child had penetrated into his bones. He was very thin and afraid of the cold. His body seemed to be not open, as if a stronger wind could blow him down.

Perhaps it was because he had been dealing with corpses with his coroner father since he was a child. In this county, as long as there was a murder case, the corpse would be examined by the coroner. Slowly, the little mute also learned it.

"Little mute, remember that such wounds are often caused by someone piercing the gallbladder..."

"Look, this is clearly poisoned."

"Little mute, open this and see if there are some white bugs inside. Be careful not to touch those bugs."

"Little mute, look at this person, the head and body are separated, who has such great strength? Even a warrior can't do it so cleanly. This is an immortal injury. He didn't know how to offend the immortal."

In these repeated words and deeds, the little mute went from being afraid at the beginning to being familiar with it. In the end, facing these corpses, even if he was only a teenager, he had no fear. Even in his home, he often saw the old coroner secretly carrying the corpses back and dissecting them there.

And the old coroner's health was getting worse and worse. Gradually, it was not him who took care of the little mute, but the little mute who took care of him.

After several years, the old coroner was a little blind and could not continue to work as a coroner. At his recommendation, the little mute became the new coroner in the county.

Although the little mute had grown up, he was still too thin. If he did not open his mouth, the birthmark on his face would grow bigger and bigger, making him look ugly and mute.

And because he had been dealing with corpses for many years, he looked very cold on weekdays, which made no daughter willing to marry him.

The little mute did not mind this, because his father, a coroner, was also single all his life.

He was very serious and hardworking about the job of a coroner, and seemed to have a unique talent in this regard. After taking over, he gradually became the number one coroner in the county in the next ten years, and was even seconded to other counties many times.

Under his care, the old coroner's health deteriorated, but in his later years, he had the warmth of his children around him. On weekdays, as long as the little mute was at home, he would chatter, and the little mute would always listen quietly with a smile.

He couldn't speak, but he could write well. When examining the corpse, he used words instead of words.

A few years later, when the little coroner was known here and even in the capital, and often came to ask for him, the old coroner returned to the ruins. He died peacefully and without pain. The little mute shed tears and sent him off. Then he left this county town and went to the capital.

Year after year, in a blink of an eye, the little mute was already half a hundred years old, but his reputation had spread throughout the dynasty. As long as he took a look at any corpse, he could immediately tell the truth, even if it was a skeleton that had been dead for a long time.

This understanding of corpses has reached an incomprehensible level. Among the coroners of the entire dynasty, he became a master.

But a coroner is a coroner. He has always been humble. Even if he has reached the top, he is still not respectable. He can only be respected in his own field.

The little mute had no dissatisfaction or resentment about this. He was just a mute and could not speak. In his later years, he returned to the county town and began to record in writing.

He compiled a book about all the corpses he had seen in his life, all the experience and judgments he had summarized. Then in the winter of this year, he looked at the snow outside the window, and he remembered what the old coroner said to him before he died.

He told himself that he was the baby he picked up in this county town in the winter of that year.

In silence, the little mute's eyes gradually dimmed. He didn't have much time left. He was afraid of cold since he was a child. In the winter of this year, he felt that he had no body temperature, just like those corpses.

He knew that he could not hold on for long, so on this night, he walked out of the house, facing the wind and snow, and came to the place where the old coroner told him before his death.

Looking at this place, the little mute sighed in his heart, sat there silently, and lay down. He opened his eyes and looked at the sky, letting the cold drown himself, letting the snowflakes fall on his face, but they didn't seem to melt.

How to come, how to go, even if you never say a word in your life...

Gradually. He smiled, and his smile became eternal...

The fifth life. It's over. Compared with the previous four lives, it's very plain. There is no glory of the first life, no power of the second life, no blood of the third life, and even the ups and downs of the fourth life.

Some are just plain, and they are satisfied in their own field.

His soul gradually rose, as if it had merged with the winter wind and snow. In the wind and snow, the fifth mark in this soul became bright and dazzling.

With another reincarnation, the sixth life... began.

With the opening of the sixth life, in the transcendent road, Yan'er's body trembled at this moment. She has been here for hundreds of years. Now with the help of the mastiff, she has come to the fourth disaster.

Her cultivation level is also constantly rising on this transcendental road. With her understanding, she has now reached the level of a Taoist master. The fourth calamity of transcendence is even more difficult for her.

Step by step, she walked for a long time, and finally reached the end of the fourth calamity and came to the fifth calamity.

Here, her body trembled, her eyes showed a strong light, and she finally saw her master...

It was a sitting skeleton, who had been sitting cross-legged here for hundreds of years...

Although there was dust, that look, that expression, everything, made Yan'er tremble in her heart and made her kneel down silently.

"Master." Yan'er's tears flowed, her voice was hoarse, looking at the corpse, even if hundreds of years had passed, the figure of the master was still the same in her memory.

She couldn't forget it, and couldn't forget it.

This is her obsession, so she walked on the Cangmangtai, she walked on the transcendental road, all the cause and effect, are because her master is here, she wants to see in person, why the master fell.

At this moment, she saw the corpse, but she couldn't walk over. That was the fifth calamity. If she took a step out, she would be annihilated immediately. She could only stand one step away, crying, staring for a long time. After a long time, her eyes suddenly showed a strange light.

"No..." Yan'er's body trembled. She looked carefully at Meng Hao's eyebrows. After a while, she suddenly gritted her teeth, raised her right hand suddenly, and pressed directly towards Meng Hao's eyebrows.

At the moment she pressed, the moment her hand went deep into the fifth calamity, the power of coercion burst out, and her arm instantly became a blood mist, but at the same time of collapse, she had already pressed on Meng Hao's eyebrows.

During the roar, Yan'er spurted blood, staggered back, and her right hand was broken in half, but she didn't care. She breathed rapidly, looking at the body of her master, she discovered a secret that outsiders could not discover.

"The crack between Master's eyebrows is clearly the way of reincarnation. This method... He once taught me, and his soul... It doesn't seem to dissipate naturally. Maybe others' judgment is different from mine, but I am his disciple, and my feeling tells me that Master... is not dead!"

"But if he is not dead, then why did the soul fire go out... Unless..." Yan'er is no longer the girl she was back then. Her intelligence and understanding of Meng Hao made her guess the truth immediately, but she didn't want to think about it.

In silence, Yan'er's eyes suddenly showed a gleam of brilliance. She took a deep breath, and her eyes became more persistent.

"Master... Even if you are in reincarnation, your disciple will find you among all living beings..." Yan'er stood up. Her right arm slowly grew back under the healing of the elixir. She took a deep breath, took a deep look at Meng Hao's body, turned around and took the mastiff to walk towards the exit of the Transcendence Road. She wanted to leave this Transcendence Road. She wanted to go to the Cangmang Star and the Nine Continents to find her Master.

She understood the path of reincarnation, and from the clues around her, she saw the direction of Meng Hao's reincarnation, which was Cangmang Star——

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