On a midsummer night, a thick layer of clouds hangs like a mountain over a radius of hundreds of miles in Hezhou City, which may crash down at any time and destroy this thousand-year-old city. It's hot, everything is suffocating, and a storm is coming.

The Lotus Peak, which is located in the towering clouds in the middle of Lingshan, was completely submerged in the black oppressive clouds at this time, losing its former uprightness and handsomeness.

A match lit three sticks of incense, a pile of paper money began to burn, sparks splashed everywhere, and the whole valley suddenly became bright.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl squatted in front of the burning paper money, holding a stick, and kept stirring the burning paper money.

Tears flowed from her big sad eyes.

A gust of wind blew, and a piece of burning paper money was suddenly blown up, rolling and drifting in the air, floating like a ghost fire towards a teenager standing not far away.

The boy dodged quickly, but the burning piece of paper seemed to have eyes, and kept spinning around his head, until finally stuck to his face and continued to burn.

The boy let out a scream of pain and waved his hands desperately, trying to dispel the burning pieces of paper.

Sparks splashed, and the boy's eyes seemed to be burned.

He covered one eye in pain, approached the girl, and stretched out his hand to pull the girl, forcibly endured the unhappiness, full of dissatisfaction: "Sister, people can't be resurrected after death, you and I made him so far away, chose the best cave, and he also went to the ground, we are already worthy of him, it's not early, go back, Dad is still waiting for us at home." ”

The girl impatiently shook off the boy's hand, seemed to turn a deaf ear to his words, and continued to stir up the paper money that was about to burn out, and muttered in her mouth:

"Brother Yuhan, you go all the way, no one will dare to bully you anymore when you get there, you can spend the money as you like, don't be thrifty, if it's not enough, give me your dreams, I'll send you some money, some food, drink, and clothing...... You promised me that in the next life, you and I will be brothers and sisters. ”

After a short passage, the girl choked up several times, and finally couldn't cry.

The sound of crying echoed in the empty valley, repeating it constantly, and in an instant it seemed as if there were many people crying together, which was creepy.

The young man no longer suppressed himself this time, and said loudly to the girl: "Don't talk with thorns, they are all brothers and sisters, whoever bullied him, his death was purely an accident, and he can only blame himself." ”

The young man's questioning finally angered the girl, she suddenly stood up and turned around, stared at the young man with wide eyes, and said word by word: "It's you, and Dad, if it weren't for Dad giving Brother Yuhan a palm, how would he die, such a trivial matter, if it were you, would he be willing to beat you, it was clearly intentional, you all want him to die." ”

Facing the girl's questioning, the young man seemed to have no confidence, and muttered in a low voice: "I usually treat him fiercely, for his better growth, my father gave him a palm this time, if he hadn't touched the corner of the table, he wouldn't have died." ”

The girl sneered, pointed to the young man's nose, and said angrily: "You can't get rid of Brother Yuhan's death and your father, and you will be condemned by your conscience for the rest of your life." After speaking, he turned around, knelt on the ground with a thud, folded his hands and made a gesture, and then kowtowed respectfully three times.

The girl kowtowed, stood up, turned and walked out along the valley.

The young man followed behind and whispered, "It's dark and the road is not easy to walk, you slow down and be careful of falling." ”

"It's good if I'm dead, and if I get rid of one more thorn in my eye, only you two fathers and sons will be left, and you will be even more happy and happy." The girl said coldly.

"Good sister, if you say that, you will wrongfully kill me, you know that I am not willing to let you die." The teenager said aggrievedly.

"Brother Yuhan and I were both raised by your Luo family, we are not your Luo family, please focus on yourself in the future, don't call me sister, I listen disgusting." The girl stopped and shouted hysterically at the boy.

She was right, she was raised by the Luo family, just like Luo Yuhan, who had been buried in the cave.

The one who can't breathe in the cave is called Luo Yuhan, sixteen years old this year, the girl's name is Luo Lingdi, the second in the Luo family, and the young man's name is Luo Zhenggen, who is Luo Dacheng's own son.

Half an hour later, the wind blew fiercely, and the pouring rain fell from the sky, and the entire Lingshan was in a stormy situation.

A bolt of lightning drew a beautiful long arc in the air from east to west, and the entire Spirit Mountain flashed with it, and then there was a loud sound of the mountain collapsing from the valley.

The lightning hit the cliff on the sunny side of the Lotus Peak, and the cave where Luo Yuhan was buried was shaken strongly, and the coffin cracked, Luo Yuhan lay straight on the bottom of the coffin, and slowly opened his eyes.

Who am I and how am I here.

Before Luo Yuhan could figure out what was going on, the cave shook again, the sky was spinning, and he lost consciousness again.

Luo Yuhan didn't know what was going on, but he was hazy now and couldn't recall it, while his sister Luo Lingdi and younger brother Luo Zhenggen knew what was going on.

In the evening, Luo's clinic received the ordered medicine, and the doctor Luo Dacheng, that is, Luo Zhenggen's father, asked Luo Yuhan to take the medicine to the pharmacy after signing the order. Luo Yuhan tripped over the threshold, and the package was thrown to the ground heavily.

Luo Dacheng reprimanded Luo Yuhan, Luo Yuhan whispered a defense, Luo Dacheng was annoyed and angry, and gave Luo Yuhan a slap. Luo Yuhan was injured in the leg when he tripped and fell, he was unsteady on his feet after being slapped, he hit the table after stumbling, fell again, touched the corner of the table in the process of falling, and fainted.

Luo Dacheng thought that Luo Yuhan was dead, so he sent his youngest sons Luo Zhenggen and Luo Lingdi to the suburbs to buy a thin coffin, and buried Luo Yuhan on the cliff of Lotus Peak while it was dark.