Li Mo's mind was blank, and he left Baifu along the way he came, and he forgot to tell Xu Xian and Xu Jiaorong about it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Out of the White Mansion, Bai Guo was already waiting impatiently outside the door, and when he saw Li Mo coming out, he said impatiently, "Let's hurry up, otherwise it will really be too late." ”

Li Mo could still hear Bai Guo talking, so he pulled out his legs and ran home.

Along the way, Li Mo didn't have the heart to think about anything else at all, and only repeated three words back and forth in his mind, impossible, impossible, impossible!

Although Li Mo is just an impostor of Li Dai Taozhuang, he is not Li Banjin's real son.

But these days, after getting along, he has long regarded Li Banjin as his own father.

No matter how Li Mo guessed, he never thought that Li Banjin would suddenly be unable to do it.

Anxious, Li Mo ran with wind under his feet, and soon returned home.

The gate of Li's house was open, and there were some mottled blood stains in the courtyard, and Li Banjin was leaning crookedly against the back wall, his eyes half-open like a gossamer.

"Daddy? What's wrong with you? Li Mo knelt down and sat in front of Li Banjin, only to find that Li Banjin's left chest had been pierced with a hole.

The piercing blood flowed from there, ** half of Li Banjin's body.

Perhaps hearing Li Mo's voice, Li Banjin opened his eyes weakly, pointed to his room with a trembling hand, and said reluctantly, "Pillow, pillow ......, dark...... Incense ......"

After Li Banjin barely finished saying these words, his hands drooped down and his head drooped.

"Daddy? Dad? Li Mo patted Li Banjin's face hard, "Daddy open your eyes, don't be joking, you open your eyes, you open them!" ”

"It's useless, he's dead." Bai Guo said calmly behind him, "People can't be resurrected after death, and the festival mourns and changes." ”

Condolences change? Li Mo remembered that he had used these four words to persuade others before.

But once the matter comes to me, it is even more difficult to achieve these four words than to ascend to the sky.

The dad who doesn't speak very reliably, loves to brag a little, and even has a little alcoholism, just left?

"Why don't you save him!" Li Mo stood up abruptly, grabbed Bai Guo's collar and roared, "Aren't you a cultivator?" Is it hard to save someone? You're a monster! You can do it! ”

Bai Guo didn't understand Li Mo's mood a little, he was a monster, and for him, mortals would die sooner or later.

Since they are all going to die, there is not much difference between dying early and dying late.

"I'm good at immortality, but I can't save people who are dying. When I came back, he was dying, and it was incredible that he would be able to hold out until you came back. Bai Guo explained slightly, "Moreover, most of the monsters eat people, and it is really rare to hear of saving people." ”

Li Mo didn't hear Bai Guo's words at all, he knew in his heart that his father didn't have the physique of a monster, and the wound on his chest was so big, even if he couldn't save it, he was afraid that he couldn't save it.

"Who did it?" Li Mo's eyes were bloodshot, and he asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, who did it?" ”

Bai Guo shook his head, "I don't know, when I came back, my father was already injured." That's all I found. ”

As he spoke, Bai Guo handed Li Mo a fluffy snow-white tail, which was stained with a lot of blood.

Li Mo looked at it carefully, "This is the fox tail?" Feng Sanniang's? ”

Bai Guo nodded, "Yes." ”

"She killed Daddy?" Li Mo couldn't believe it.

Bai Guo nodded, shook his head again, and said, "Maybe, maybe not." I can only confirm that this tail belongs to Feng Sanniang, but I am not sure that she killed your father. However, the wound on your father's chest is about the size of this foxtail. ”

Li Mo's heart was cold, could it be that Feng Sanniang really attacked his father with a fox tail, and then his father cut off a tail?

"Find her, at all costs." Li Mo clenched the fox tail in his hand, and vented all his grief and anger on the fox tail.

Bai Guo nodded, and was about to say something, when Xu Jiaorong's exclamation came from behind him, "Oh my God, what's wrong at home?" Daddy, Daddy, what's wrong with him? ”

As she spoke, Xu Jiaorong trotted to Li Banjin, and was surprised to find that he had passed away, so she took two steps back in fright, and shouted to Li Mo repeatedly, "Gongfu, Gongfu?" Daddy he, he, he's gone? ”

Li Mo stretched out his hand to support Xu Jiaorong, "Yes, Daddy has already gone west." ”

Xu Jiaorong wept silently, and Xu Xian sighed softly, the world is impermanent, life is impermanent.

Bai Guo and Xu Xian helped Li Mo and bury Li Banjin and his wife Dark Xiang together.

Li Mo knew what Li Banjin didn't mean, so he naturally did what he wanted, and it could be regarded as letting him settle down.

After returning from the tomb, Li Mo thought of Li Banjin pointing to his room and saying pillow before he died, guessing that there should be something left for him, so he went to Li Banjin's house.

Entering the house, Li Mo's nose couldn't help but feel a little sour, everything in the house was as usual, but it was already a thing.

Lifting the pillow, Li Mo found that there was a blue book with a sealed line underneath, and on the title page were three vertical characters of "Yin and Yang Dao".

There was a letter on the book, sealed with fire paint, I don't know when it was written, and it said that I received it.

Li Mo was very puzzled in his heart, obviously living under the same roof, why did his father write to himself?

Unpacking the sealed fire paint, there were two letterheads inside, and the words on them were crooked like tadpoles dancing, not to mention, not vertical.

But it's okay, looking at those letters typeset vertically, Li Mo feels like his head is going to explode every time.

Li Mo froze and whispered the letter his father wrote to him, word by word.

My son's personal enlightenment:

By the time you read this letter, I would have been dead long ago.

Shakespeare once said: To live or to perish, it is a question.

And I, apparently, don't have to think about it anymore.

Don't be surprised, there was no Shakespeare in these old days.

I know him because I, like you, have crossed over.

Yes, you are not my son, I have seen it from the first time I saw you.

I don't know how you got there, just as I never understood how I managed to get into such an incredible world.

If my phone still has a charge, I can tell you clearly that I came here on the night of December 21, 2012.

There was a time when I thought it was the end of the world and I was just being transported here.

But when I went from being a young man to marrying a wife and having children, to being gray-haired, and then seeing you who crossed over to my son, I thought that the world over there may not have turned into nothing.