"Auntie is fine, she should be with an old friend of hers right now. ”

Song Luoshen gently grabbed the hand of the man next to him.

Li Futu nodded.

"What the hell is going on?"

If he didn't have amnesia, it might be much easier to explain, but because all his memories of what happened in the past are blank now, Song Luoshen explained it was extremely difficult and took a lot of time.

"You go and see Aunt Guan first, I'll wait for you here, so I won't go up with you. ”

Song Shou stopped the car, and Song Luoshen picked up the prepared handful of lilies and handed them to the man.

Li Futu bowed his head silently, took the pure lily, pushed the door and got out of the car.

Song Luoshen didn't show him the way, but as if he had been there, he walked through the rugged and bumpy mountain road alone, and accurately found the location of the cemetery.

As if he hadn't noticed the wooden house that existed abruptly not far from the cemetery, Li Futu held the flowers and slowly walked to the stele step by step.

The tomb of the green silk of the Mother of Mercy Pavilion.

The unfilial son Li Futuli.

After the vicissitudes of time, the scribbled handwriting on the stele has been a little blurred, but it is still like blood.

Standing in front of the monument for a long time, the man who had grown up gradually bent down, put down the flower, and finally fell to the ground on his knees and knelt down in front of the tomb.

Looking at the mottled old photo on the tombstone, the blank brain seemed to be like waves in the Dead Sea, as if some power began to surge, and then bursts of heart-piercing pain continued to hit like a tide.

As if he was punishing him for forgetting his ancestors.

The man endured the severe pain, grabbed the soil with both hands, and slowly kowtowed three times.

Silently, a figure appeared behind him, quietly witnessing all this.

When he raised his head, a voice sounded overhead.

"Don't forget, you're not yet thirty years old after all, don't put all the pressure on your back. ”

Li Futu ignored it, propped his knees, slowly stood up again, then turned around, ignored the middle-aged man behind him, and walked past him.

The other party didn't stop him, but at the moment when he passed by, he said: "Remember, living is the greatest filial piety to your mother." ”

Li Futu did not stop, and soon disappeared into the depths of the mountain road.

From beginning to end, the middle-aged man who walked out of the wooden house did not move, nor did he look back, and only after the footsteps gradually faded away, did he step forward, squatted down, and cleaned up the weeds in front of the grave.

Suddenly.

There was an inaudible sound, like the sound of water droplets breaking.

Then, on this cemetery, there was a shocking scene!

In the originally formless and colorless air, it was like a wrinkle on the surface of the water, and there were inexplicable ripples visible to the human eye!

Immediately, an even more thrilling picture appeared!

Just like a dream, a crack appeared in the air above the cemetery, as if the cloth bag was opened, and the crack gradually expanded, and then, a figure stepped out of it and appeared in front of the tomb.

Then, the ripples in the air slowly disappeared, and everything returned to silence, as if nothing had happened before, but the figure standing in front of the tombstone appeared out of thin air, but it showed that what had just happened was not a dream!

Li Zhengrong, who was willing to guard the lonely grave of the overlord, witnessed this incredible scene, Rao is that he has experienced countless winds and rains, and his mind and vision are far beyond mortals, but what happened in front of him just now still made him involuntarily fall into a trance.

The figure that seemed to have stepped from the void was wearing a robe that mopped the floor, wrapping her whole body in it, and at this time stood motionless in front of the tomb, looking at the tombstone quietly, as if she was mourning, as if she was paying tribute.

After half of the salary, the once powerful king came back to his senses, still maintaining a half-squatting posture, staring at the uninvited guest.

"Who are you?"

The other party still didn't make any movement, as if he hadn't heard it, and it wasn't until a minute or two later that he finally reacted.

She turned slowly.

The moment he saw the other party's face, Li Zhengrong, who had watched his army being slaughtered to the point of blood, and watched his family collapse calmly, could not help but change color, and his mood fluctuated even more violently than when he saw the other party descending from the void before.

"Green Silk ......"

He shouted in distraction.

It's not that I'm sick with thoughts, but I can see that this woman who seems to have come across time and space, her face is indeed seven or eight points similar to the old photo on the tombstone!

The only difference may be that she looks older than in the photos.

"Mr. Li doesn't have bad eyes, why is Qingsi? I have white hair. ”

The other party smiled slightly.

Indeed, although most of it was covered by robes, her hair was indeed snow-white, desolate and harsh.

Li Zhengrong may be the first time in his life that he has lost his temper like this, his eyes trembled violently, and he hurriedly stood up, trying to walk towards the other party.

But when he took a step, when he was about to take the second step, he found that his body seemed to lose control, as if a force had taken control of his body instead of him, causing the foot that had been lifted to fall again.

"In front of the deceased, please also ask Mr. Li to respect himself. ”

The white-haired woman said softly.

Li Zhengrong, who was fixed in place and could not advance an inch, his eyes trembled, staring at this woman tightly.

"You're not Qingsi, who the hell are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. This time, I didn't want anything else, just to visit the old people. ”

The white-haired woman's gaze moved from Li Zhengrong's face to the tombstone again, her eyes calm and as deep as the sea.

"Do you know Qingsi, what is your relationship with Qingsi?"

Even if the other party's various methods have gone beyond cognition, and even departed from the established laws of this world, Li Zhengrong was not panicked and frightened, and asked in a deep voice.

"Mr. Li, if she hadn't mentioned my existence to you, then I would naturally not go against the wishes of the dead. If she mentioned it to you, why should I say more? ”

The white-haired woman looked at the tombstone and said softly.

Li Zhengrong's pupils contracted, and his heart was shocked!

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, after all, you are the one she loves. It's just one thing, I still don't understand, this love in the mortal world is really so charming that it can make people forget themselves?"

The white-haired woman muttered to herself, a little puzzled, but she didn't seem to want an answer.

It didn't take long for her to turn her head and take one last look at Li Zhengrong.

Those eyes are like an abyss, like a galaxy.

Immediately, she didn't speak again, and the figure slowly dissipated, turning from reality to nothingness, and in less than a moment, it completely disappeared.

At this time, Li Zhengrong regained control of his body, stepped forward and hurriedly walked to the place where the white-haired woman was standing just now, but he didn't touch anything, as if everything that happened just now was just an illusion.