In the familiar and unfamiliar dream, the feeling of loneliness and coldness filled Mu Chen's body, he slowly opened his eyes, and in the small space, it was pitch black.

"Where is this?" Mu Chen wanted to speak, but found that his sore throat seemed to be blocked by something.

At this moment, he heard what seemed to be someone crying outside, it was the cry of a woman, heartbreaking, crying and calling out a person's name.

For some reason, Mu Chen heard this heart-rending cry, and there was a pain in his heart for no reason.

Who is crying outside?

Gradually, the outside seemed to become noisy, and Mu Chen wanted to get out of this small place, but found that his hands and feet were so stiff that he couldn't even move his fingers simply.

At this moment, the noisy voice suddenly quieted down, and even the heart-rending cry was much quieter.

"Not ridiculous...... a deep male voice sounded, with a little hoarse and apologetic in his voice.

"Isn't it desolate?" I don't know why, Mu Chen felt extremely familiar when he heard these two words, but no matter how he racked his brains to recall them, there was no trace at all. And the low male voice with hoarseness made Mu Chen feel a slight warmth that he couldn't speak.

Just as Mu Chen was reminiscing about the warm feeling brought by this voice, another female hysterical voice came into Mu Chen's ears:

"You are the eldest brother in vain! You and I have sworn to protect him with our lives since we were children! But what about you! For the sake of a woman, you let your younger brother be in danger above the East China Sea! He is only fifteen years old! He went like this! You still have the face to come back! Why don't you accompany him to Huangquan together! Huangquan Road is so lonely! How can you bear to let him go on the road alone!"

Why do their voices sound so familiar, who are they?...... Mu Chen thought so in his heart.

Do you think that you can bring your little brother back to life by slaughtering all the people involved in the islands? Aren't you the first person in this generation to dominate for decades!!" The female voice became more and more excited.

"It's not ridiculous, that's all you say. He is more sad than any of you when he is detained, you know, since he was born, he has grown up clinging to him. Even my mother's words didn't work for him. One of the women said, listening to the voice of the woman who had been crying before.

Who is she? Mu Chen wondered.

"No, where are you going!" the male voice before said suddenly.

"Hmph, let me go! The relevant people in the East China Sea Islands have been slaughtered by you, but there are many people behind the scenes, I am going to take the heads of these people to pay tribute to my younger brother's spirit in the sky!"

"Nonsense! Do you know that those behind the scenes are all people from the gate valve family!"

"Hmph! You don't have the right to care about me!"

"I'm your brother, why can't I care about you!"

"You weren't born a few dozen times earlier than me! You can't even control your brother's life and death! You still want to take care of me!"

Mu Chen listened to the quarrel outside, and an indescribable sense of sadness welled up in his heart, and he muttered: "Stop arguing, stop arguing!

Mu Chen, who was lying on the bed, repeated these words, and suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and shouted: "Don't make any more noise!"

With this shout, he suddenly woke up from the dream, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Mu Chen recalled the scene in the dream, but found that the scene in the dream began to become blurred, and he only felt that his heart was blocked at the moment.

Mu Chen got out of bed, poured a glass of cold water and drank it all, his heart was slightly soothed, he shook his head, and said to himself: "How can I have some strange dreams today." ”

At this moment, the tips of Mu Chen's ears moved slightly, and a low horn sound gradually sounded, and after a while, a loud copper bell sounded among the Scourge Clan.

"This is the death knell of the patriarch's grandfather's upcoming funeral. As soon as Mu Chen's voice fell, he quickly put on his plain clothes and filial piety clothes and walked out of the door. And in that courtyard, Hong Zhao was already dressed in plain clothes waiting for Mu Chen.

Hong Zhao wanted to hold Mu Chen's little hand, but suddenly recalled the record in the medical book, so his little face turned red, and he put down the hand that had just been raised slightly, and said softly to Mu Chen: "Xiao Chen, let's go. ”

The two of them walked towards the mourning hall, and it was the fourth watch at this time.

On the way to the mourning hall, there is an ever-bright lamp lit at the door of every house, and the white silk next to the lamp is vertical and horizontal, and the faint crying sound shows how high Gu Ling's status is among the clansmen.

And there are a lot of people on the street at this moment, all of them are like Mu Chen, wearing sackcloth and plain clothes, with a sad face, and slowly walking towards the mourning hall in the echo of the death knell.

On the top of the mourning hall, all the foreigners who came to mourn consciously lined up and said goodbye to the bodies of Gu Ling and the two clan elders one by one.

Until the death knell sounded the ninety-nine-eighty-one sound, the old man of the Xun clan choked up with tears in the corners of his eyes: "Cover the coffin!"

The people of the three cities and the representatives of the various tribes recited the words of condolence one by one as a sign of respect. The wreaths were piled up outside the mourning hall. Gu Wan held Gu Ling's spiritual seat, and slowly walked out of the mourning hall accompanied by the elders of the Xun clan.

One of the coffin bearers is really the patriarch of the Bifang tribe and the younger brother of the patriarch Lian Sheng.

At this time, he was dressed in filial piety clothes and stood in front of the coffin with his head bowed. The weeping in the mourning hall was drowned out by some whispers. After all, what happened yesterday at Lian Sheng's residence is only known to some people.

And most of the people saw that a patriarch of such a big tribe as Bi Fang was willing to become a lowly coffin bearer, and they couldn't help but be a little more vigilant about the disaster at this time.

Without the patriarch and Makino, it is really surprising that this scourge tribe is still so strong.

Mu Chen's expression moved slightly, Jiang deserved to be old and spicy, and the old man of the Xun clan asked the patriarch of the Bifang tribe to carry the coffin for the patriarch's grandfather, it turned out that there was such a deterrent effect. Looking at the expressions of these people now, it seems that the effect is much more than expected.

As the elder of the Xun clan shouted: "Carry the coffin!" The three wooden coffins were lifted one by one, and Gu Ling's coffin was at the forefront, following closely behind Gu Yun. Then there were the relatives of the other two clan elders, like Gu Yun, holding the spiritual seat, sobbing and following behind.

"The coffin of the present dynasty travels to the homeland, and the next life is peaceful to the emperor's house. As the words of the mourning rang out, a huge crowd followed behind the spirits, walking on every path of the scourge.

"The heroic spirit has been transformed into an immortal god in the sky, sheltering the tribe for thousands of years. The first generation of fame moved southern Xinjiang, and the reputation of the eternal ......" sang the song of the mourners echoed on this land.

The Spirit Troop has walked every street of Scourge. At this time, above the thief sky in the east, a white light was exposed like a fish's belly.

"The auspicious time has come, send the patriarch and the two clan elders to the clan tomb!"