A candelabra was blown off by the wind and rolled down into the coffin.

Xin Lin stepped forward, and when he picked up the candlestick, Xin's hand loosened, and a ball of paper fell out of his hand.

The paper ball was holding half a token, and there was the word "Chu" on it, and then looking at the paper ball, it was written, "Go to your father, Zixiao City Chu is tilting north." ”

The handwriting is heavy or light, it is written with bloodstains, the blood is dark red, and it is not written for a long time.

Xin Lin's eyes shrank heavily, as if he saw that the woman was seriously ill, and he struggled to get up and hurriedly wrote these lines.

Zixiao City is the land of the dragon and the imperial city of the country.

To be able to gain a foothold in Zixiao City, this Chu Beitian is not an ordinary person.

This is the real reason why Xin asked Xin Lin to come back.

There was no contact for four years, and at the moment of death, Xin recognized Sikong Ran's true face, and she also knew what her daughter was entrusted with, and her only worry was her daughter's livelihood.

Chu Beitian is her last hope, and it is also the last way for her to live for her daughter as a mother.

"Don't worry, I will find Chu Beitian, and I will avenge your mother and daughter."

Xin Lin looked at the woman in the coffin and bowed deeply.

She held the page tightly in her hand.

It's a pity that she didn't have a relationship with Xin.

She has been lonely all her life, she has never been accompanied by her family, how much she wants to be able to bear the joy in this life, she still misses it.

It wasn't until the sky gradually dawned that Xin Lin left the Xin family.

Today is the day of Xin's funeral, and the villagers are also simple and come to see off Xin's death.

"Congratulations, Aunt Sikong, Sikong has soared this time, don't forget us in the future."

"You're welcome, Ah Ran grew up in Qiancun, and our Sikong family will never forget our roots."

A woman, surrounded by her neighbors, walked towards Xin's house.

The woman was in her forties, bloated, and her appearance was very mediocre.

Although he came to the funeral, he wore heavy makeup and a bright red robe.

When she arrived at Xin's house, a trace of disgust flashed in the woman's eyes, but her face was still smiling.

This person is Sikong Ran's mother-in-law Sikong Lan, who had to hide in Qiancun because of her family's downfall, and was in the company of these mountain villagers.

Ah Ran liked to play with the little monster of the Xin family when he was a child, and the Xin family, who always had a clear face and looked down on her and Ah Ran.

Now it's a good thing, her family Ah Ran has become a disciple of Xuantian Sect, and the little monster of the Xin family has become a wanted criminal that everyone shouts at, and he is still the worst prostitute.

If Ah Ran hadn't insisted, saying that she wanted to win a good reputation, she wouldn't have bothered to care about Xin's life or death.

Sikong was being touted fluttering, and at this time, someone suddenly shouted.

"It's on fire, it's on fire!"

Sikong and the villagers were shocked, and when Sikong looked at it, he saw two houses in the north with green smoke.

Sikong's face changed greatly, wasn't that her house.

She panicked and ran north, and the villagers looked at each other.

At this time, I don't know who exclaimed.

"The coffin is gone!"

The Xin family's house was empty, and Xin's coffin was missing.

Sikong ran all the way, and finally reached the front of the house, and when he looked closely, the house was not on fire at all, but there were a few haystacks piled up at the door of the house, and I didn't know that it was the naughty child who lit the haystacks.

There was a false alarm, Sikong scolded, and at this time, a black shadow suddenly attacked behind him.

A burlap bag fell from the sky and covered Sikong's head, and a rain of sticks fell.