My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"How's the injury? Is it okay?" At this time, the skull floated back again.

"It's okay, but I'm afraid it will be a little difficult to break your calamity." Gu Fenghua said in frustration.

"Actually, I'm making things difficult for you. With your age and experience, how can you really forget about human kindness in the world?" Emperor Xuming said in a deep tone, and his black "eyes" became even deeper.

"What should we do?" Gu Fenghua was worried.

I thought that I had reached the peak of the ninth level of Saint Transformation, the Demonic Wood Cauldron and the Nine-Tian World-Destroying Gourd had also been successfully promoted to Taoist weapons, and I had thousands of Yingdao Pills for self-defense, so I could break through the calamity realm, but who knew that in the end it would be like this. Could it be that she really could only be like the Xuming Emperor, trapped in this empty and lonely realm waiting for death?

Well, she is just waiting to die, others can't die even if they want to.

"That's all, go ahead and have a good understanding. And remember, see what you should see and don't see what you shouldn't." Emperor Xuming sighed and said.

"What?" Gu Fenghua asked inexplicably.

Emperor Xuming did not answer, but a crystal light suddenly appeared in his eye hole.

Gu Fenghua's eyesight dimmed, and his mind instantly fell into boundless darkness.

What the hell is he up to? Gu Fenghua was shocked, and just as he was about to ask, his eyes suddenly lit up again, and a turbid torrent appeared in front of him.

The sky was overcast with lightning and thunder, and heavy rain poured down on the earth, gathering into a rolling torrent.

In the distance, an ancient village has been submerged by floods. A boy of only five or six years old hugged a dead tree tightly and drifted with the current in the huge waves.

His face was pale, and his lips were blue from the cold. Whether it was tears or rain that blurred his vision, his eyes were dull.

The heavy rain is still pouring down, and the turbid floods are rushing along the winding creek, swallowing everything in front. Even the rocks as high as half a man are rolling endlessly under the impact of the floods, colliding with each other and making a muffled sound.

The dead tree also rose and fell in the huge waves, hitting the rocks from time to time, making a cracking sound. But the young figure always hugged the dead tree tightly, looming in the waves.

His forehead was broken at some point, and blinding blood gushed out. Soon, the blood turned into thin blood streaks under the erosion of rain and floods, melting into the water, revealing a deep wound with bone visible.

Gu Fenghua's heart suddenly twitched, and he felt the heartbreaking pain. At the same time, he also felt the desolation and helplessness in his heart.

Only then did she realize in surprise that her mind was actually integrated with the little boy's mind, and she could clearly perceive everything about him.

Could it be that this is the mind of Emperor Xuming, and that he has entered his past memories?

The thin arms hugged the dead tree tightly. With the rise and fall of the flood peak, tearing pain would be felt in the chest with every impact. Gradually, his consciousness became blurred, and so did Gu Fenghua's.

But there was a voice that kept ringing in my ears: "Hold tight and never let go. Promise mother, if you live, you must live!"

Then, an ordinary and blurry face appeared in front of his eyes, his eyes filled with tears, filled with sadness and love, and the rough palms touching his cheeks were so warm.

"Mom, I listen to you. If I live, I will definitely live." His body gradually became cold, but a stream of heat rolled down from the corner of his eyes, and a voice shouted in his heart.

The hands seemed to have regained some strength, and the thin arms hugged the dead tree tightly, and they never let go until the consciousness fell into darkness.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and another picture appeared in front of him.