The dead fell to the ground, stirring up a puff of dust.

The living people were not happy, Feng Yan saw her aunt standing there with a bloody dagger, her face and body were covered with sprayed blood, and the whole person lost her spirit.

Just when Feng Yan thought it was over, Feng Yan took a few steps forward again.

Feng Yu walked to the side of her sister who fell to the ground with tears in her eyes, and muttered something in her mouth, and then she slashed her palm, letting the blood flow on Feng Dai's newly dead face.

The red spell mark light shone throughout the deep Changling, and when the light disappeared, Feng Dai's body was gone.

Feng Yu was the only one left in the huge catacomb, kneeling on the ground alone.

Her face was haggard and tired like never before, and her long hair, which had been as black as ink, had now turned gray.

The phantom in front of him became more and more real, and the originally overlapping pictures were becoming more and more unified at this moment—all the colors in the phantom were deepening, and the outlines of all the scenes were gradually emerging with real textures, as if the ground on which Feng Yan stepped was a shadow of the memory at this moment.

Feng Yan was a little puzzled and wanted to take a closer look.

"Ah Yan!"

Wei Xingzhen's voice was like a hand, grabbing Feng Yan's whole person back from the phantom.

The scene in front of me suddenly twisted and twisted, as if the calm water that reflected everything was suddenly muddy.

Once she woke up, Feng Yan felt like a drowning person had just surfaced, breathing violently, coughing and wheezing. Wei Xingzhen hugged her shoulders tightly so that she would not fall to the ground.

"Chastity...... I...... I saw ......"

Before she finished speaking, Feng Yan felt that everything around her seemed to have changed drastically.

In front of her eyes, the petroglyphs on the top of the Changling Tomb suddenly appeared, those faint lines on the dark rock wall, at this moment emitted a little glimmer like the stars of a summer night, and everything seemed to have life.

Wei Xingzhen's voice suddenly disappeared, and the touch of his hand being clenched disappeared.

Instead, it was Feng Yu's cry.

Heartbroken, wanting to suppress but becoming more intense...... Whimper.

Feng Yan wanted to look to the side, but found that she couldn't move at all, she could only stare at the petroglyphs above her head......

Is this Feng Dai's perspective......

But Feng Dai's body should have disappeared......

Feng Yan felt that she was slowly sinking, she sank into the ground, like a piece of pig iron sinking into the water.

Feng Yu's voice disappeared along with the light in Changling, and everything in front of him was gradually drowned out by endless darkness.

Wind.

Strange aroma of herbs.

Feng Yan felt as if she had fallen into an endless fall, but the feeling was so familiar.

In the silence, her own past is like a glacier melting into the water, and the more it diffuses, the greater the unknown embraced by her.

Suddenly, everything froze like stagnant water, and lightning suddenly split the sky from the distant sky, and the miserable white light illuminated the rainy night in an instant, Feng Yan suddenly found herself standing in the open space outside the Six Fu Garden.

And the heavens and the earth were darkened.

Thunder roared.

The lightning lit up for the second time, and Feng Yan saw a young man not far away, his voice so thin in the noisy rain and wind.

Feng Yan looked at his face, he held the sword in his right hand, and the eyes that were sad in the wind and rain looked at him gently.

…… No, don't.

The light went away again, and in the moment of darkness, Feng Yan saw the pitch-black silhouette of the person in front of him falling, and the bloody blood qi spread.

Thunder exploded.

The strange aroma of plants and trees came up again, obscuring all the strong blood qi.

Feng Yan stood blankly in the air in the dark, like an unborn baby, and the fragrance made her feel warm.

Warm...... Familiar again.

Suddenly, Feng Yan remembered Flaw.

- "This is the mountain shark, also known as the mountain spring guest, which is a herb for detoxification...... Have you ever heard the story of the mermaid crying pearls? ”

Yes......

It turned out to be the smell of the mountain shark......

Feng Yan suddenly realized why she felt familiar with this breath - on the night she was taken out of the territory by Blemish, she also smelled the fragrance of mountain sharks in such a dim and boundless darkness.

Another bolt of lightning split in the distance.

Feng Yan found herself sitting in the old mansion of the Feng family in Chang'an.

The air was full of scorching scorching paper, and in the mirror not far away, Feng Yan saw a woman in plain clothes.

In the house, except for Feng Dai, there was no one else.

Feng Yan saw a small incense burner in front of her, white smoke curling up from under the hollowed-out brass lid, and a sound came from the smoke.

Feng Yan heard Feng Dai whispering into the smoke, and the whispers in the smoke rang out, and Feng Dai kept talking to her. But the sound in the smoke was too chaotic, and Feng Yan listened attentively, but still couldn't discern the content of the voice.

After a long silence, Feng Dai's tears slowly flowed.

“…… How many people still know about this? ”

Whispers.

"Really...... yes, ha, I really didn't think of ......"

Whispers. Whispers. A whisper with a questioning tone.

"No, I don't sympathize...... I understand. ”

Another big piece of babble.

"Hmm."

Silent.

Feng Dai stared at the smoke, "But I have one last question, why...... It's me? ”

The smoke gave the answer.

After a moment, she half-hid her face, her shoulders twitching, not knowing whether she was crying or laughing.

Feng Dai's long hair fell down, covering her body like a pitch-black satin.

"You'll get what you want...... Feng Dai slowly tilted her head, "I know what to do." Everything, that's the end of it......"

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside, and Feng Dai quickly waved away the smoke of the mountain shark - Feng Yu, who was in his early twenties, recklessly lifted his skirt and broke in.

"Sister, you're finally back!"

Feng Yu rushed to her sister's side and hugged Feng Dai, who was dressed in a vegan body.

There was panic in her eyes, apologetic, and some coquettish flattery.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry. ”

Heaven and earth were turned upside down again.

Feng Yan felt that she was gradually becoming weaker—perhaps because she had been immersed in the phantom for too long, or perhaps because in the days that followed, Feng Dai's body was rapidly decaying at some alarming rate.

A person's life for decades has become a fast-moving marquee, flashing in front of Feng Yan's eyes, she stood in Feng Dai's room, looking at the four walls around her as if they had been torn off and quickly replaced with new arrangements.

The white ribbon turned into a bright red silk silk;

People come and go without faces and voices;

Countless bowls of medicine were brought to her, and quietly poured into the dirt of the backyard;

The bulging belly turned into a baby waiting to be fed in her arms......

The four seasons outside the window alternate in wind and rain. The only thing that has never gone away is the scent of mountain sharks, and the children who are always by Feng Dai's side.