"Eat a little, the guests are coming soon." Yuan Tanglu looked at the almost unreduced food in her daughter's bowl, and her eyes were worried.

Since her husband's death, Xuanxuan's state has made her very worried!

Compared with other members of the family to endure grief and support the glory of the family, Liu Linxuan, as a junior, has a lot less pressure in this regard.

In addition, she grew up beside her grandfather since she was a child, and her relationship has always been very good, so the death of her husband hit her particularly hard.

Yuan Tanglu also knew that before her husband died, her daughter was hurt by love, and her state had been wrong, and now she suddenly encountered the death of her grandfather, and she was really worried that her daughter would not survive.

"Xuanxuan, look at me!" Yuan Tanglu hugged and grabbed her daughter's shoulders, and said sternly: "Remember, your surname is Liu, don't embarrass your grandfather, your grandfather talked about decency before his death, don't let him down, do you hear?" ”

Faced with her daughter's loss of soul, Yuan Tanglu had to use family pressure to cheer her up.

Knowing the daughter Mo Ruomu.

Sure enough, Yuan Tanglu's words cheered Liu Linxuan up, she nodded, barely ate a little like chewing wax, and followed her mother away.

Old Man Liu's mourning ceremony is very low-key compared with the rich businessman of the play.

But behind this low-key, it still shows Mr. Liu's huge connections.

After the mourning ceremony began, the first to come forward were almost all old men who were so old that they only had a handful of bones left, followed by some local feudal officials, and then top wealthy businessmen such as Changdong.

Of course, there are more people to come.

When Chang Dong came over, if it weren't for the Liu family to lead the way, he was afraid that he would be able to line up last in the crowd.

Although the Liu family has gone into decline because of the retirement of Old Man Liu, it is still undeniable that the Liu family is still a behemoth, and there are still countless people who have to rely on the Liu family to live!

About seven or eight minutes after the commemoration ceremony began, the master of ceremonies read Chang Dong's name.

Chang Dong, dressed in a black suit, walked to the crystal coffin of Old Man Liu under the gaze of countless people, and bowed solemnly.

After bowing, he should have left to make way for the people behind him, but suddenly raised his feet and walked towards the crystal coffin.

This is a slightly arrogant scene, which makes many people frown subconsciously.

However, Chang Dong's status was there, no one spoke in the end, everyone just watched in silence.

Chang Dong walked to the crystal coffin and silently looked at Old Man Liu's face for two seconds before turning around and leaving.

This scene made many people think.

They felt that Chang Dong's move might be to show his intimacy with the Liu family.

When passing by the family area, Chang Dong shook hands with Liu Wenze, and could only say "Festival condolences and change".

Liu Wenze's face was sad and solemn, he nodded, and didn't say anything.

The relationship between him and Chang Dong no longer needs to be polite in language.

The Liu family's family members basically stood in a row according to their status as children, returning the guests who came to mourn.

Liu Linxuan stood slightly in front of the end, and there were some juniors behind her.

When Chang Dong walked in front of her, he stopped, thought about it, opened his arms, and hugged her in Liu Linxuan's sad eyes: "Don't be too sad, the old man will be sad when he sees it." ”

Liu Linxuan, who was hugged by Chang Dong, wanted to cry.

But she still held back, but nodded with her eyes reddening more and more, and suddenly looked behind Chang Dong with some feeling.

Naturally, she didn't see anything.

Bidding farewell to the Liu family, Chang Dong, guided by the staff, went to the banquet hall next to it, where the Liu family entertained guests.

The people who mourned in front of Chang Dong basically showed up and left.

Changdong's wave has gone a lot.

Chang Dong didn't leave, he asked the staff for a quiet room.

Entering the room, Chang Dong flicked his fingers, and eight spirit urns flew out and landed in the eight corners of the room, connecting them in series to form a square enchantment.

With the formation of the enchantment, Chang Dong waved his hand, and Old Man Liu, whose spirit was fragile and almost disappeared with the wind, quietly appeared in the room.

He looked at Chang Dong with a shocked face, as if he was shocked by the afterlife, and seemed to be stunned by Chang Dong's immortal methods.

Although he didn't understand spiritual common sense, he could still feel that if Chang Dong didn't come to the rescue, he wouldn't last long and would pass away with the wind.

"Sit down, old man." Chang Dong pointed to the sofa next to him.

Old Man Liu is not an ordinary person in the end, or he is freed from the shackles of the flesh, but his mind is getting clearer and clearer.

His mouth squirmed, and he didn't ask urgently, and sat down generously.

"By the way, would you like to see your memorial service?" After Chang Dong sat down, he suddenly remembered this stubble.

"No need, I've seen everything I should see, and I don't need to look at it later!" The old man shook his head.

Chang Dong nodded: "I believe you must be confused now, if there is anything you want to ask, just ask, I know everything that can be answered." ”

The old man showed a touch of gratitude: "Hell...... Does it really exist? ”

Chang Dong shook his head: "I don't know, but I haven't found it to exist at the moment." ”

"After all die...... Will it be like this? ”

"No, only a very small number of people will become like you, so to speak, one in ten thousand."

When Chang Dong answered this question, a spiritual light suddenly crossed his mind.

A question that he had never thought about before suddenly appeared in his mind.

That is, no matter how harsh the conditions for the formation of spirits are, with the huge population base of the human race, there is not a scale of 10 million, but there is a scale of 1 million, right?

Where, then, are the spirits?

You know, spirits are not like humans, they have a maximum of a hundred years of life.

Spirits can say that if they don't die, it is absolutely trivial to live for two or three hundred years.

Therefore, according to the human population base, and even the two wars seventy years ago, theoretically there should be a large number of spirits surviving.

Why doesn't he see much now?

In fact, the density of spirits is extremely low!

Judging from Changdong's observation, there are at most thirty or fifty in a city.

There are nearly 14,000 cities in the world, and a rough estimate is that there are only 700,000 spirits at most, which doesn't seem to be in line with reality at all.

It is true that conflicts will break out between spirits, and as a result, they will die.

However, due to the nature of devouring and being polluted, the frequency of conflicts between spirits is not high, so no matter how you look at it, the density of spirits should not be on the scale it is now.

What could be wrong with this?

This question flashed in Chang Dong's mind.

Later, Old Man Liu asked a lot of questions, most of which were about spirits, and Chang Dong basically knew everything.

The Liu family is flourishing and has a special ancestral hall, so the question of Old Man Liu's future existence does not need to be considered for the time being.

By the time the family gradually forgot about him, he would have basically grown up enough to wander out and find other worship psionic powers.

Therefore, under the friendship of the two families, there is no need for Chang Dong to hide it.

However, Old Man Liu mentioned something that aroused Chang Dong's interest.

According to Mr. Liu, when he was seriously ill and dying, his comrades-in-arms who died in the early years often came to him.

At that time, he was already seriously ill and could not distinguish between reality and illusion.

So I can't tell if these comrades-in-arms are his dreams and conjectures? Or is it real? So I specially asked Chang Dong, did his comrades-in-arms really come to him? And how would he find them?

When Chang Dong was surprised when he heard this, Sang Junwu in the diamond-shaped spirit urn suddenly became excited: "No spirit class will do this kind of thing, this is clearly the washing of the sea of sacrifice, Chang Dong, quickly, ask the place where his comrade-in-arms sacrificed, there is a high probability that it will be the entrance to the sea of sacrifice!" ”

Sea of Sacrifices?

Chang Dong was stunned in his heart, and was about to ask Sang Junwu when he suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at the door.

His spiritual vision told him that Liu Linxuan was here.

Her spirit cracked a clear crack.