The next day, everyone in the Huo family's mansion knew that Mrs. Huo Wu's family went mad and died violently while cultivating, but the old man Huo Mingguang neither kept the spirit nor mourned, and arranged for everyone to be buried in a hurry.

However, after the burial was completed, Huo Mingguang carried a hoe by himself, dug out the coffin little by little, and pried open Wu Qing'e's coffin. He is almost forty years old, crow's feet have crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, his skin is not as good as before, and he is pampered, and even has a small belly, and his physical strength is far less than in the past, this is a big project for him, after digging for a while, he has to rest for a while while by leaning on the hoe, but he is still silent, not only digging out Wu Qing'e's coffin, but also digging out the coffin of his daughter Huo Lingdie, and priing them open one by one.

The middle-aged man looked at the empty small coffin inside with a hoe, and then looked at the big coffin with a bamboo cane hidden inside, and laughed lowly, the laughter became louder and louder, so big that he choked him and choked on tears.

The next day, Huo Mang walked out of the ancestral grave, carrying an emerald green bamboo cane in his hand, looking tired and full of twilight, as if he had aged more than ten years overnight.

To everyone's surprise, Huo Mingguang never renewed the strings since, nor did he have a relationship with any woman beyond friendship. He treats people more and more gently, sincerely, although there is no lack of intrigue, flies, and dogs, but he will leave a line in his work, and he really bears the sentence "harmony makes money". He adopted many orphans and beggars who had no father or mother, taught them, treated them well, and became famous. Because he never leaves his bamboo cane at any time, others gradually began to call him "Zhu Gong", Huo Zhugong is also a well-known good man here, but it is a pity that he has no children under his knees, which is quite regrettable.

Sixty-six-year-old Huo Mingguang was lying on the bed, describing it as withered. He still held the bamboo cane, and after more than 30 years, the bamboo cane was still well maintained, neat and new, and the surface was smooth as wax. His gaze swept across the faces of the young men who were weeping silently around the bedside, and a smile was struggling to emerge.

"What are you crying about...... Who's still ...... Don't cry if you don't have a local steamed bun, don't cry, make me laugh. ”

However, where do they laugh, or someone is really snickering in their hearts, but they must not show it.

"Zhugong" Huo Mingguang sighed: "Forget it, it's not ...... It's hard for a strong man. Remember to bury me with this bamboo, you know?"

The others nodded again and again, making Huo Mang smile slightly.

"But...... Some people don't need to eat that steamed bun, right...... Qing'e?"

His pupils dilated, and his gaze gradually dilated.

"I really want to...... See you soon. ”

In a trance, he seemed to see a blue-haired woman with a flying fairy bun in front of him, smiling like a flower.

"You've really been holding this bamboo for the rest of your life. ”

Huo Qing'e floated in front of Huo Mingguang, and except for him, no one present could find her. After all, no matter what, the autopsy immortal is also an immortal.

Huo Qing'e looked at Huo Mingguang, who was about to die, and sighed lonely.

"Why do this for a negative person like me? ”

"Qing'e?"

Huo Mingguang, whose vision was already dim, stretched out his hand with all his might, trying to catch the familiar breath. Huo Qing'e immediately held his hand and put his hand on his face.

"I'm here, Mingguang. ”

"Here you go...... Look at me? Great, that's great......"

The withered old man laughed like a child.

"I really...... Really miss you, really miss you......"

Huo Qing'e lowered her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mingguang, but I'm dragging you down. ”

"It's okay, I don't care. ”

His smile was bright.

"I finally ...... It's waiting for you. ”

"I love you, Qing'e, Lingdie. ”

“…… Me too. ”

A crystal clear teardrop fell on Hommang's face.

The old man died.

"Me ...... too"

Huo Qing'e covered her face with her hands and couldn't cry.

The people around saw the tears on Huo Mang's face, and first exclaimed, "Zhu Gong is crying", and then when someone wanted to wipe away the tears for Huo Mang, they finally found that he was no longer breathing, so the exclamation became "Zhu Gong is dead".

It's just that in addition to grief, there are also some indescribable joys and expectations in the voice. After all, the Huo family has a lot of industries, and Huo Mingguang has no heirs, so who these white flowers and silver belong to, it is necessary to discuss it carefully.

A group of mortals with different minds surrounded the old man's corpse, each pregnant with ghosts, bright sorrow and secret joy, and a ghostly immortal looked at her husband and wept bitterly.

Huo Qing'e had a small phalanx hanging from her neck, and a real ghost appeared from the phalange. The little girl first hugged her mother, then turned her head to look at the smiling corpse on the bed, and tilted her head innocently.

"Mom doesn't cry, is this Daddy? Daddy becomes ...... It's ugly. ”

Huo Lingdie tightened her little nose and looked at Huo Qing'e expectantly.

"Is Mommy going to make Dad a person like me, and can we finally be reunited?"

"No ......"

Huo Qing'e clenched the immortal bone on the necklace and shook her head slowly.

"Mom...... No. ”

Today's immortals can see clearly, Huo Mingguang's soul has completely disappeared the moment he died, in fact, he can't live for so long, he is relying on an obsession to overdraw his soul to maintain his existence. Now that he finally saw Huo Qing'e again, that breath disappeared, and the depleted soul could not be recovered.

"Oh......"

Huo Lingdie looked at Huo Mingguang's corpse in a daze, and suddenly asked:

"So, we'll never see Daddy again?"

Huo Qing'e hugged her daughter tightly, crying and shaking her head vigorously.

"It's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault......"

Huo Qing'e didn't know if her father was as upset and regretful as she is now after her mother's death, and she didn't know if the immortals had to go through this experience, but she regretted it very much now, regretted not being able to accompany Huo Mang through his life, and regretted that she took it for granted that she could make Huo Mang into an immortal bone and stay by her side. She felt that a part of herself had also died with Homang's death, never to come back.

In the midst of the pain, she had a hidden understanding.

Being affectionate but not emotional, is the so-called forgetfulness.

She seemed to be one step closer to the real immortal, but she preferred not to be one step closer herself.

If that's the price of becoming a true immortal.

Huo Qing'e looked at Huo Mingguang's corpse in despair.

Then I'm still ...... Don't be an immortal.

She secretly made up her mind.