Feng Yan gasped.

Wei Xingzhen sensed that something was wrong, and ran towards this side quickly, and as soon as he stepped into the long steps of Changling, he saw Feng Yan kneeling on the ground below, bleeding from his hands.

He jumped down dozens of stone steps in a few steps and went to Feng Yan's side, and before he could ask Feng Yan what was wrong, she suddenly raised her head, "Xingzhen, look!" ”

Wei Xingzhen's gaze also looked down in the direction that Feng Yan was pointing - only to see Feng Yan's blood dripping down his little finger little by little.

The ground under her feet was obviously soft ground, but the crimson blood was like a ball on a lotus leaf, the large blood water spread out into a circle, and the small blood water gathered into a few thin blood beads, but it did not penetrate into the ground.

Wei Xingzhen took Feng Yan's hand, "How did you do it?" ”

"I was distracted just now...... Feng Yan's expression was a little melancholy, and her right hand pressed tightly against the edge of the wound near the side of her torso, "It's okay." ”

"You wait for me here, I'll go out and get you some wine and bandages."

"No," Feng Yan grabbed Wei Xingzhen's sleeve, "This little injury, it will heal on its own in a while-you go out now, I'm afraid you won't be able to come in for a while." ”

Wei Xingzhen didn't speak, but just grabbed Feng Yan's injured left hand and bandaged her with the square handkerchief she carried.

"It's a strange ...... here"

"I can't find a clue, should we get out of here first?" Wei Xingzhen said softly, "Old Madam Feng will set up this place as a prison cell, maybe it is because there is nothing here. ”

"Is it possible......" Feng Yan whispered, she withdrew her hand, "But I think-"

Feng Yan's voice interrupted again.

Wei Xingzhen also suddenly pricked up her ears.

At the same time, they heard a chant that sounded like a sigh.

The voice didn't come from all sides or from underground, but more like it was coming directly from their heads.

"You ...... too?" Feng Yan asked tentatively.

Wei Xingzhen nodded.

Feng Yan frowned slightly, her gaze inadvertently swept over the place where the blood had just dropped, but she suddenly found that there was no trace there.

She straightened up and used her right hand to dig through the dirt around her, but the dark brown ground showed no signs of being soaked.

Feng Yan was puzzled, and after a moment of contemplation, she suddenly picked up the broken sword next to her and slashed at the back of her hand again.

"Ah Yan, you-"

"I'm fine, I'm fine......" Feng Yan whispered.

She let her blood drip to the ground—it was still as it had been, and it didn't seep down, but congealed on the surface.

However, it didn't take long for the crimson blood to suddenly seem to boil, silently gushing up a lot of foam, which opened up to make the blood droplets several times larger, but soon all the bubbles burst - and the blood droplets disappeared with them.

This time, Feng Yan and Wei Xingzhen waited for a long time, and they didn't wait for the chant they had just heard.

However, Feng Yan slowly stood up.

Wei Xingzhen looked at his wife with some concern, feeling that her gaze seemed to be darker than usual.

"Ah Yan?"

"Hold my hand...... Chastity. ”

Wei Xingzhen did so immediately.

Feng Yan's breathing first froze for a moment, and then slowly became rapid again.

In front of him is still the underground tomb of the Feng family, but in Feng Yan's eyes, there is an extra layer of picture.

In this layer of faint shadows, most of the tombstones of Changling are still standing there - the stone tablets in these pale shadows and the broken stones in the current Changling Tomb overlap each other, like two overlapping paintings.

After looking up, Feng Yan lowered her head slightly, and suddenly found herself stepping on a kneeling middle-aged woman - half of her body was submerged in the figure of this person.

Feng Yan hurriedly took a few steps back to the side.

The middle-aged woman in the phantom had a bleak and lonely expression, and she knelt quietly in front of Feng Dai's tombstone, looking up at the name on it.

Feng Yan guessed her identity - and suddenly found that the silver bracelet on this person's hand was the pair she was wearing.

Feng Yan's pair of bracelets was obtained from her father Feng Yuandao......

So the person in front of you......

The person in front of you is ......

"Feng Dai?"

With Feng Yan's low murmur, the person in the phantom also seemed to hear someone shouting her name, she looked sideways at her diagonal back, and her gaze met Feng Yan.

For a moment, Feng Yan felt as if her body froze.

She finally understood what her father meant when he said he resembled her grandmother......

Even though Feng Dai's face was already aging at this time, and her eyes were tired and indifferent, Feng Yan could still easily see the parts similar to herself.

Although the color of this phantom was already very light, Feng Yan could still feel that Feng Dai's face was extremely pale, there was a blue-black glow under her eyes, and the whole person had no life, completely revealing a picture of the next life.

Feng Yan tried to talk to her, but Feng Dai in the phantom had already opened her mouth.

There was silence all around, and Feng Yan saw her grandmother, who was not yet old, opening and closing her mouth, but there was no sound.

She was feeling strange when she suddenly realized that Feng Dai was not talking to herself.

Feng Yan turned around.

Sure enough, just behind her, at the entrance of Changling, stood another person she knew very well—it was her aunt Feng Yu, who was twenty years younger, and her long hair was almost completely black at that time.

The aunt's face was filled with uncontrollable anger and sadness, her eyes were red, and she opened her mouth very fiercely to argue with Feng Dai.

Feng Yan couldn't understand what her aunt said, and could only occasionally see some short words in a few gaps, such as Feng Yan's hoarse roar several times.

"Why—"

Feng Yan turned around again and looked at her grandmother who was kneeling in front of her grave.

In the face of such a question, every time, Feng Dai did not answer.

Feng Dai's expression was very calm, she spoke lightly, occasionally showing a mocking smile or two, not in the slightest moved by her sister's collapse.

At this point, Feng Yan finally understood.

The scene in front of him was probably not Feng Dai's remaining consciousness...... It's a memory.

She held Wei Xingzhen's hand tightly, and retreated to the edge of Changling little by little, so that she could take in the entire picture in front of her.

Unexpectedly, the quarrel between the sisters did not last long.

After the initial turnaround, Feng Dai never threw any more glances at Feng Yu, she just sat there, her head up, looking at her name.

However, the next scene made Feng Yan can't help but reach out and cover her mouth.

- Feng Yu walked down the stone steps step by step, her fury turning to gloom as she slowly approached.

Feng Dai seemed to have been saying something, and when Feng Yu walked behind her, Feng Dai stopped, and then slowly raised her head.

With lightning speed, Feng Yu took out a sharp dagger from his sleeve - the tip of the knife pierced from the bottom of the left ear, penetrated the entire neck, and obliquely exited from the intersection of the right neck and shoulder.

Feng Dai fell.