Strongest Immortal Emperor in City

Little Charcoal gently turned his face to the side and looked at Ye Chen. Even under the influence of the red glow. He could still see a trace of paleness on his face. Large beads of sweat unknowingly gathered on his head. It slowly flowed down his hair. His cracked lips trembled, and weak sounds came from within.    

"Don't... don't sleep well? I beg you, can you talk to dad again?"    

Insuppressible tears rolled out of his eyes like a nest. Ye Chen pressed his thin and cold palm tightly onto his face, choking with sobs. He finally raised his head and showed Little Charcoal a begging smile that was uglier than crying.    

Looking at... looking at my father's tears, I can chat with him for a while. Really, just for a while. God, if there is really a god, we just need to give him a little more time!    

"Dad... is crying again..."    

Little Charcoal looked over in a daze and became gentle. He gently wiped Ye Chen's tears and nodded with difficulty.    

"Little Charcoal does not sleep... talk to dad..."    

"Okay... okay..."    

Ye Chen kept sniffing, but at this moment, he couldn't even say a word.    

Damn it! Speak! Just say what you want to say!!    

"Dad..."    

Little Charcoal seemed to have noticed Ye Chen's hatred towards him, so he spoke first.    

"Dad doesn't want to know... why would I know that Mom and Dad... aren't they real?"    

... ""    

Just these words alone had sucked back the three souls and six spirits that Ye Chen and Red Lotus had thrown away.    

Looking at Little Charcoal, she looked at the two of them with calm eyes. She was no longer afraid. Perhaps, all the doubts that had not been solved for a long time would be revealed at this moment.    

Why... Why did Little Charcoal have to bear this kind of difficult life and live on? The hardships that she had experienced in the past five years. Not to mention a child, an ordinary person, even if he had Cultivator's will... * Hong Long...... *    

Moreover, when they met and looked at each other, Ye Chen could not find any desire to live from the inside. What was revealed from his messy and dirty bangs was a pair of lifeless gray scattered eyes.    

Also, why did he always show a sad expression? Why did the negative emotions in his heart not decrease but increase instead? Even if he had discovered the identities of Ye Chen and Red Lotus in the first place, it would not make sense. Ye Chen had that confidence. When Little Charcoal was with the two of them, he revealed a smile. It wasn't a pretense.    

Ye Chen and Red Lotus held their breaths and looked at Little Charcoal without moving. Although they didn't nod their heads, the meaning in their eyes was obvious. Although they knew that this might be a dark history for Little Charcoal to say, to her, it was a very cruel thing.    

However, she had no choice. Ye Chen and Red Lotus were her parents. How could she not worry about them?    

"I knew it was fake the moment I saw my parents."    

With a very calm voice, Little Charcoal slowly said, "Because I knew... I knew long ago that my parents were dead."    

"But according to our investigation, Little Charcoal's... Those two people, didn't they go missing? "    

Ye Chen and Red Lotus were stunned.    

"Yes... On that day... my father and mother went out before dawn... together with me..."    

... ""    

This was completely unavailable information.    

As if he had recalled some terrifying memory, Little Charcoal's body trembled slightly.    

"I... that night... I accidentally heard them because... because I can't do work and still need to eat and drink. They want to sell me to a mine owner who likes to eat children. An evil person who likes to eat children..."    

Suppressing the tender love, shock and anger in their hearts, the two of them continued listening.    

"In the morning... they said to go pick wild vegetables together... But... but we know... Knowing that they actually wanted to take me out and sell me... On the way... I was afraid... I was afraid... I was afraid... In the end, I couldn't help but be afraid and struggle..."    

At this point, Little Charcoal was silent for a long time. Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his head and stared at the two of them.    

"Then... the original parents... At that time, they were thinking of climbing the cliff. They were the ones that were placed on the cliff, and the transportation was going up and down. In the end... I pushed them down."    

After saying that, Little Charcoal closed his eyes deeply, leaving behind the stunned Ye Chen and Red Lotus.    

So that was what happened. No wonder their identities were seen through the moment they appeared. It turned out that Little Charcoal's parents were personally pushed down the cliff by her.    

"When we get down the cliff, the original father and mother have already... because they are afraid... so afraid... I buried the corpse... So no one discovered... "    

... ""    

"He killed his parents with his own hands... People like me... Even if I was cursed... my soul went to hell... and I was tortured for eternity... I couldn't atone for it... People like me..."    

"So, Little Charcoal has been living, using this method to torture himself, to reduce the guilt in his heart?"    

Touching Little Charcoal's head, Ye Chen hugged her tightly under her surprised gaze.    

"Why..."    

Little Charcoal, who was in his arms, raised his head. His eyes were confused.    

"I am an inauspicious person... Maybe... maybe I will also..."    

"Shh... Don't speak nonsense..."    

Before he could finish, Ye Chen reached out his finger and blocked Little Charcoal's mouth.    

"Little Charcoal didn't do anything wrong. Since they want to harm Little Charcoal... If you don't struggle, you will be an idiot. Besides, you were just being careless. It wasn't intentional. Little Charcoal is Ye Chen's daughter. He wasn't an inauspicious person. After hearing such words, even if you say so... I'm still angry."    

" Dad... "    

Little Charcoal held Ye Chen's clothes tightly and smiled weakly. He stuck his head close to Ye Chen. However, the sadness and self-blame on his face did not seem to be relieved because of Ye Chen's comfort just now.    

She had held on to her self-blame for five years. It was the root of all the suffering that kept her alive. To Little Charcoal, this kind of thought was like a firm belief.    

He had persisted in his own guilt and self-punishment, in order to redeem himself from the strong guilt and guilt. It was like gangrene attached to her bones, the dark barrier that had penetrated through Little Charcoal's entire soul. If Ye Chen could break it with just a few words, it would be too ridiculous.