Chapter 6122: determination

6122-Sword
So many people died for him, Chen Liuhe, and the entire Douzhan Palace had lost more than half. Only the Four Great War Kings of the Douzhan Palace were still alive, and the rest gave their lives.
The loss of the Liang Palace was even more severe, and at least a dozen powerful men in the half-step palace fell in this battle.
The price is too great, and it is suffocating.
And these, he can only watch, he personally watched the people who fought for him fell in a pool of blood, and were ruthlessly harvested their lives.
He was powerless, he couldn't change anything.
Although he has tried his best to kill the enemy and fight.
However, his strength is too weak after all, he can't turn the tide like he used to, he can't save anyone's life.
This kind of painful and miserable purpose has made him tortured and tormented, and his spiritual self-blame is unimaginable.
Those people weren't killed by him, but they were killed by him. They all died because of him.
At this moment, Chen Liuhe only felt that he was carrying countless lives on his body, and he was almost out of breath.
"Don't think about too many useless things. If you really feel pain and guilt, the only thing you can do is to live well."
Liang Zhenlong seemed to see through Chen Liuhe's inner pain, and said: "They are all to let you live and die. The best way for you to repay them is to live and avenge them!"
"I remember this blood debt, and I remember it more clearly than anything else." Chen Liuhe gritted his teeth and said, his face was distorted and his eyes were full of hideousness. He was emotional, as if he was on the verge of madness.
Liang Zhenlong glanced at Chen Liuhe deeply, without saying anything, turned around and walked towards the Liang Palace.
Zhu Yuelou didn't know when she had left, and she didn't leave a word when she left, let alone say hello to Liang Zhenlong. The whole thing seemed to have nothing to do with her.
In fact, she didn't need Liang Zhenlong to thank her at all, and she didn't need Liang Zhenlong to recite her favors, which would only make her feel ridiculous and disgusting to her. As for what she was thinking about in her heart, I am afraid that only she herself knows.
A woman's heart, a needle on the bottom of the sea, these words are suitable for Zhu Yuelou's body.
When he reached the gate of the Liang Palace, Liang Zhenlong paused. He turned around and looked at the extremely messy and tragic scene in front of him. There was a pool of blood on the ground that no one was going to wash. It hadn't dried up yet, and there was a strong smell of blood. Drifting and spreading across the area.
Liang Zhenlong's eyes slowly swept away, and his eyes gradually became sharp.
After maintaining this posture for a full minute or so, he slowly turned around and stepped into the Palace of the King of Liang.
As for what he was thinking, no one knew, but the murderous intent was probably turbulent.
Outside the Liang Palace, there were still a lot of people. Some were moving corpses and some were treating the wounded. But when so many people gathered, it was unusually quiet.
There is a kind of endless sadness and pain in the air. That kind of pain is unspeakably uncomfortable. Everyone's chest is blocked, and the dullness is extreme.
Today will be a day that will be remembered forever by the Liang Palace and the Battle Hall. They will never forget this day!
This is a great shame, this is a deep hatred of blood!
"Let's go." Nu Xiu patted Chen Liuhe on the shoulder and said softly.
Chen Liuhe took a deep breath, feeling extremely sad and unable to extricate himself. The self-blame and guilt were beyond words.
"Don't think too much. Since you are alive, live well. This is the only thing you can live up to." Nu Xiu said with great heart, and he also tried his best to suppress the grief and sadness in his heart.
People are not plants, who can be ruthless?
Although Nu Xiu and Chen Liuhe are both people who are accustomed to seeing tragedy.
But these dead people died because of them.
They simply cannot be indifferent.
Chen Liuhe took a deep breath hard.
He smiled miserably, and then walked in one direction.
On the ground, there was a pile of shattered and fuzzy flesh and blood, as well as a few strands of scattered clothing, all of which were left over after the old Black Mountain monster blew himself up.
After the self-destruction, the old Black Mountain monster has not even a complete bone left...
Chen Liuhe paused and picked up these things slowly.
After taking a look at Nu Xiu, Chen Liuhe said, "Old man, I want to build a tombstone for the old Black Mountain monster. Where do you think it should be?"
Nu Xiu looked dull, and said: "These bones and broken shirts, just find a place to bury them, it is considered to be in the soil for peace."
"Forget the tombstone, it doesn't make much sense. Just set up a memorial tablet in the tavern where he had been for decades." Nu Xiu said solemnly. The death of the Black Mountain old monster touched his heart and sentimental feelings. It is inevitable.
"Old man, you said, so many people die for me, are they worth it? These dead people have nothing to do with me, and they don’t even know anyone. They have never met. They die for me, it’s not worth it. It's not worth it." Chen Liuhe said softly.
"I'm alive, can I count as a sinner? Can I count as stepping on their bones and stealing a life?" Chen Liuhe laughed at himself: "Old man, the first time I found out, I was so selfish. The person is me. , Not them. From beginning to end, it has nothing to do with them."
"Help them avenge, one day, kill all the murderers today, and leave none!" Nu Xiu said every word.
Chen Liuhe looked up at Nu Xiu and said, "If I don't die, they will definitely die. This is inevitable, and there is no possibility of change at all! Me and them will never die!"
Chen Liuhe held the pieces of meat and bones he picked up from the ground, found Wang Xiao, and expressed his thoughts. He wanted to bury the bones of the Black Mountain Old Monster in the ground in the Liang Palace.
In this way, at least the peace and tranquility of the old Black Mountain monster after death can be ensured.
In response, Wang Xiao nodded and agreed that the old Black Mountain ghost was the hero of the battle and was eligible to be buried in the Liang Palace.
In the Liang Palace, Chen Liuhe personally buried the old Black Mountain Monster, without a monument or even a dirt bag.
Later, he wanted to personally go to the tavern where the Black Mountain monster had lived for decades, and wanted to personally set up a spiritual position for the Black Mountain monster.
But taking into account his current dangerous situation, he would never be allowed to walk out of the Liang Palace alone, otherwise it would be prone to uncontrollable danger.
Therefore, Chen Liuhe dispelled the idea, and instead entrusted Wang Xiao to do it on his behalf, and Wang Xiao also agreed without hesitation.
Even if Chen Liuhe's life was worthless, it was now extremely valuable.
With so many people dying for him, he himself would never die, and he would not allow those who died for him to sacrifice in vain.