Sanskrit rushed forward, hugged the tombstone, and pulled it up with force. I didn't know that with the power of nine cows and two tigers, the tombstone did not move at all. This tombstone was erected by Muren of the Northern Tang Dynasty. At that time, he rushed to the tourist village from the north of Dongling, it was too late, he was sad and indignant, and he set up this monument for the fifth couple. What a skill Northern Tang Muren is, how can he allow others to easily shake his brother's tomb.

Sanskrit is crying and plucking, and plucking is angry. In the end, he crawled on the ground and desperately dug the graveyard with his hands.

"No, my dad won't die! my mom won't die!" Sanskrit stared dryly, holding on to her strength, digging with a pair of soft little hands. She went crazy and dug a two-meter-deep pit alive.

Her fingertips stopped, touching something soft. She wiped away a handful of tears and stared at them. Pale pink sleeves with ash coverings, festering fingers, and a delicate gold ring on the ring finger. Dad made it for Mom by hand.

"Mom......" Sanskrit Yin's voice trembled timidly, and tears fell big and wide. She stretched out her small, fleshy hand and gently touched her mother's arm. It's my mother's arm, and even if it's changed, it's my mother's arm. Sanskrit couldn't bear it anymore, and with a bang, he fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

"And Dad...... And Dad...... Where is Dad......" Sanskrit Yin put his head against the ground, his body arched, his whole body stiff, and his hands were still scraping on the side. But after digging for a long time, I still didn't find it.

Sanskrit sobbed and chanted silently: "Dad...... "Dad died with the spirit, and ten thousand blades pierced his body, and there were no remains anywhere.

Thinking of this, Sanskrit Yin raised his head to the sky and wailed, and the rough and dilapidated voice burst out from his chest, painful to the heart. She roared, as if she was about to scream out to her throat, a broken body. Fanyin was crying so much that she was about to die, but she didn't stop, her eyes glaring at the sky, and her voice was fierce. I don't know how long it took, I was like a gossamer, and I was dying.

Hongluan was so anxious that he flew around the Sanskrit sound, wailing incessantly.

Suddenly, a hand passed behind Fanyin and slowly covered her eyes.

The darkness in front of Fanyin's eyes was suddenly obscured, and her voice slowly slowed down. Another hand came up and wrapped it around her shoulders from behind, allowing Fanyin to lean against her.

Slowly, a mellow spiritual power slowly extended from her side, from the earth to the sky, an infinitely expanding defensive barrier surrounded her entirety, a radius of a hundred meters, separated from this dark night extremely bitter, the world of Sanskrit sound quieted down.

She sat on the ground, gasping for breath, leaning against the man. That person was not much taller than her, but his spine was straight, and it was the Northern Tang Dynasty and Beiming who had arrived. In this way, the two children stayed together all night.

Early in the morning, the sun rises. Beiming still didn't dare to let go, and his hands were just dried after being wet with tears all night. Suddenly, he felt a little itchy in his palms, and it turned out that Sanskrit was blinking, and his slender eyelashes crossed his palms.

Fanyin leaned on Bei Ming, looked at the rising sun in front of him, and grinned downward at the corner of his mouth. Leaned behind him again, but the Northern Stygian did not move.

After a while, Bei Ming turned to look at her. Sanskrit subconsciously wanted to hide aside. But next to it was her mother's arm, and there was a thunderous arm, and when she touched it, her heart throbbed again, and she trembled violently.

"I'll help you settle them down, okay?" Bei Ming whispered beside him, his originally handsome little face was now very gentle, and he was a twelve-year-old child who was no different from the average.

Sanskrit lowered her head, not knowing where to look. Bei Ming slowly stretched out his hand in front of her, and Hongluan stood on his palm, tilting his head, looking at Fanyin worriedly. Fanyin looked at Hongluan, and for a long time, he put his head against Hongluan's little head, and the fiery red luan feathers that stood on the top of Hongluan's head were put away and brushed down.

Two burning tears fell out of Hongluan's eyes and dripped on Bei Ming's hands. Fanyin looked down at it and cried, and cold tears also fell on Beiming's palm. Sanskrit nodded.

Beiming helped Fanyin fill in the grave of his parents, and set up a thunderous tombstone next to it.

"I want to go home...... For the first time in more than ten days, Fanyin took the initiative to speak and said what he wanted to say.

"Okay, I'll go back with you. "The North Underworld responded.

Sanskrit barely stood up, but staggered a few steps, and looked like she was about to fall. Before she could stand firm, Beiming had already leaned over and carried her.

"Is it going this way?" he asked. Fanyin found that she couldn't hear it, lying on Beiming's back, her small mouth opened, and after a while, she reached out and pointed out the direction of Beiming.

Beiming carried Sanskrit Yin on his back and found it on the dilapidated path, Fanyin turned his head back and forth, looking left and right, the houses were all collapsed, where was there a road, where was there still the original appearance, and finally Fanyin buried his head in Beiming's back and cried again.

Beiming asked in a low voice, "Hongluan, is this it?"

Hongluan flew down from the top of Fanyin's head and helped Beiming lead the way in front. The North Stygian stopped in front of a completely collapsed hut. Seeing no movement in Sanskrit, Beiming carried her to the ruins.

He searched down and found a photo under a pile of rubble. Beiming leaned over and picked it up, there was a little girl and her parents on it, Beiming's heart was suddenly extremely sour, and tears fell. He pushed his back upwards to make the Sanskrit sound more stable. He carefully lifted every piece of rubble.

Fanyin slowly straightened up from Beiming's back, and Beiming put her down and handed her the photo. Fanyin watched, put the picture on his chest, and turned to walk towards the ruins. Beiming and her looked separately and picked up a photo, on which there was a boy, who looked a few years older than him, a little bigger, and a little girl sitting on his shoulder, smiling happily.

The two children remained silent in the rubble for a whole day, without eating or drinking. In the evening, the autumn breeze rises slightly, and it is a little cool. Fanyin ran over from a distance, close to Beiming's side, and she was a little scared. Beiming saw that she was short of breath and her eyes flickered, so he took her little hand and said, "Don't be afraid, there is me." Sanskrit nodded, and leaned closer to him.

"Do you want to eat?" asked Bei Ming, whispering, unsure if she could hear it. Sanskrit was silent.

"Do you want to rest for a while?" said Bei Ming tentatively.

"Do you want to sit down for a while?" Beiming tilted his head and looked at her. "To ...... Do you want to drink water?" came up with another sentence for a long time. Sanskrit nodded.

"Uh...... I didn't bring a kettle......" Beiming said suddenly. "I'll go and scoop some for you, you wait. Beiming said he was leaving. Fanyin suddenly took two steps forward, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and his little hands were shaking.

"I'll take you with me. ”

At night, the two sat outside the ruins. The Sanskrit sound was muddy, and Beiming draped his clothes over her. Sanskrit was tired and fell asleep. Beiming rested her head on her lap.