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Suddenly, she sat down on the ground, "just ...... Sold to those people......"

She frantically pulled her hair, "Why?" Why should I sell to those people! Obviously, I have a bad premonition! Why should I sell to those people! ”

She ran to Wen Fan's side, "Grandpa! Grandfather! What about the recovery solution you made earlier? I remember there were others, right? Wen Mo looked at Wen Fan expectantly.

Wen Fan touched Wen Mo lovingly, "Silently...... I'm sorry...... Grandpa's ...... Time is running out...... Let grandpa finish speaking, okay? Ahem. ”

"Grandpa! No! I don't believe it! Brother abandoned silently! Are you going to abandon silence too? Winsmer shook his head frantically.

"Silently!" Wen Fan's voice became louder in vain, and then she coughed violently, and blood kept spilling from the corners of her mouth, "Ahem! ”

"Grandpa, grandpa. I'm here...... I'm ......" Wen Mo held Wen Fan's hand tightly. She wanted to inject spiritual power into Wen Fan's body again, but found that the spiritual power had been exhausted. I wanted to use which "see-through eye", but I found that I couldn't concentrate on anything, and she held his hand at a loss with tears in her eyes.

"Silently, grandpa is leaving. So what follows, you must listen well. Wen Fan said, cheer up.

Wen Mo nodded fiercely, tears flowed uncontrollably, "Grandpa, grandpa, you'll be fine, after you finish speaking, let's go and rest." ”

"Silently, in the secret room...... Something you've ...... I memorized it. At the bottom of the cabinet...... There is a dark compartment inside...... Put a ring...... "Wen Fan spoke intermittently," it was a ...... Storage rings, space for rings...... It's not big, it can only fit ...... That bookcase. You will ...... Bookcase...... When you put it in, it dripped blood...... Confess the Lord. After it...... will enter your dantian...... Hide. ”

"Okay, grandpa, I'll confess the Lord later." Wen Mo held Wen Fan's hand and nodded.

"Also...... This is...... Ahem...... Grandpa ...... this time The results of going out ...... "Wen Fan became more and more overwhelmed and coughed up blood." His gaze was on his finger, where he wore a ring.

Wen Fan was at a loss, tears flowed down uncontrollably, completely forgetting the oath he had said before that he would never cry again, "Grandpa...... Grandpa......"

She gently wiped away the blood that flowed from the corner of Wen Fan's mouth, but she couldn't wipe it clean, and the blood passed between her white fingers and dripped on the table.

"Silently...... You have to live well...... Don't let grandpa down......" After speaking, Wen Fan couldn't support it a little, his eyes flashed with nostalgia, and a trace of guilt flashed, "After I leave...... You don't want to ...... Funeral ...... Bury me in Sanqing Mountain...... Where is your father's grave, let me ...... Be with them. ”

Wen Mo looked at the old man who had been telling her, tears soaked in her eyes, and the salty taste at the corners of her mouth made her heart bitter.

"Silently, give it again...... Grandpa can you laugh a little bit......" Wen Fan said, more blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, but with a smile.

"Good...... Grandpa, I'll show you a silent smile. Wen Mo barely curled the corners of his mouth, and his smile was ugly.

"My silence is indeed ...... It looks best when you laugh...... ......" Wen Fan said, and slowly fell silent.

"Grandpa! Grandfather! Grandfather! Wen Mo held Wen Fan's hand and called out unwillingly, but Wen Fan didn't have any response.

His body lost its spirituality, and although it was still soft, it would not be long before it would stiffen and turn to dust.

Wen Mo recalled the past, lay on Wen Fan's body, and cried. She has no memories of being born, and her memories have only been revived since she was three years old. At that time, he had already lost his parents. Grandpa is a father and a mother at the same time, trying his best to make her happy every day, teaching her to read, teaching her to understand the world, and teaching her to distinguish between right and wrong.

When she wrestled, she quietly hid behind the door, obviously heartbroken, but she didn't allow Wen Qian to help; When she was trying to endorse, she secretly prepared a refreshing tea; When she was bullied by the children of the village, while teaching her, she quietly found the child's parents behind her back; When she tested out that she had no cultivation qualifications, she secretly felt sad all night, and told Wen Qian behind her back to protect her well......

All the happy and happy memories came to her heart, and it turned out that in her heart, grandpa was already so important.

Village Chief Wang and the others had been standing outside the door of the Wen family's pharmacy, and when they heard the hysterical shouts inside, they all fell silent, and their faces were dyed with sadness.

"Grandpa Wen...... Go? Wang Xiaolian asked in disbelief.

"Hmm." Village Chief Wang nodded, and was silent again.

After a long time, maybe one hour, maybe two hours. The door of the Wen family's pharmacy finally opened.

Wen Mo was in a depressed frame, standing under the door, looking very thin.

"Sister Momo, are you out?" Wang Xiaolian was the first to rush forward and asked hurriedly. There was worry in her eyes.

"Hmm." Wen Mo smiled and nodded.

Wang Xiaolian always felt that something was wrong, "Sister Momo, are you okay?" ”

After asking this, she wanted to slap herself. Grandpa Wen is dead, how can Sister Mo be okay?

"I'm fine, Xiaolian." Wen Mo smiled and shook his head, his eyes crooked into crescent moons.

Wang Xiaolian finally found out that something was wrong: Grandpa Wen is dead, why is Sister Mo still laughing?

She opened her mouth, but was pulled away by Village Chief Wang, "Silently, if there is anything you need our help with, just say it, and we will all help you." ”

He looked at the girl in front of him, this child he watched was born and grew up. Who knew that the world was impermanent, and now she was the only one left in the Wen family.

Village Chief Wang felt pity in his heart: Hey! It seems that Dr. Wen is a little hard at silently, and he won't even cry.

Of course, he didn't think that Wen Mo's smile was happy. The hysterical cry inside just now was not fake.

"Well, Uncle Wang, I was about to say it. Grandpa said that I would put him in a coffin and bury him next to my father's mother. I can't do it alone, so I'm tired of Uncle Wang's help. The corners of Wen Mo's mouth were hooked, and the dimples on both sides of his face were round.

"Okay." Village Chief Wang agreed, "Regarding the coffin, I will ask the people in the village to help together, you don't have to worry, and the funeral is too." ”

"That's right! We'll help! Uncle Men said, looking at Wen Mo worriedly.

"Yes, we'll help!" There were many people around him, all of whom heard that Wen Fan had come back from a serious injury.

Wen Mo shook his head, "Thank you grandpa for leaving his last words, the funeral will not be necessary." ”

"How does this work?" Village Chief Wang frowned. Uncle Men also felt that it was not feasible, how could he not hold a funeral?

"These are grandpa's last words, and he wants to leave quietly." Wen Mo said, with a smile on his face, but it made people feel endless sadness.

"But......" Before Village Chief Wang could say anything, Uncle Men stopped him, "Since Uncle Wen said it, so be it." You also know his character, so let him go with peace of mind. ”

Village Chief Wang hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.

The next day, there was no funeral, no ceremonial team, only a coffin that was made overnight, but very exquisite.

Wen Mo put Wen Fan's best clothes, a green robe, on. This dress is not very gorgeous, it is just a simple stitching of cyan fabric, but the symbol of the Dan furnace embroidered on the chest symbolizes the identity of the alchemist.

Wen Mo thought: Grandpa likes alchemy so much, he definitely wants to leave in this body.

Carrying the coffin were Village Chief Wang, Wang Hanlin, Uncle Men and Village Chief Wang's cousin Wang Yilin. All the people in Wangjia Village came out quietly and followed behind the coffin. No one said much, a sad atmosphere spread in the air, and yellow paper money flew all over the sky.