When Song Xiaomin and Ye Mu Tao talked all night, Ye Mu Shen went to the barren slope of Xiling.

The moon stars are sparse; He sat in front of a new grave with a jar of wine in his hand.

On the simple wooden plank tombstone, the name is unknown, only the word "Aqin" is sloppy; The date of birth and death is also unknown......

He poured a sip of wine on his head and poured a little more in front of the grave.

This unfortunate boy can't break free from the shackles of fate after all.

The boy's father died two days earlier, and the body was buried somewhere.

Ye Mu Shen felt depressed and dull, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

He's just a mortal after all, and he can't do anything.

I sat quietly for a while, ready to return to my mind, and listened to what was going on behind me.

When he looked back, two figures were hobbling towards him.

It is Yan Huan's ancestors.

The two of them took Liu Shengming's unknown poison, and temporarily stopped the pain of the Seven Star Begonia, but their spirit was far worse than in the past.

What's more, it took a lot of physical effort to deal with Song Xiaomin's torture and extortion of confessions all day, and to escape from prison at night.

Ye Mushen placed the empty wine jar on the grave, raised his eyebrows, "cough...... Do you want me to dig a grave for you? ”

Yan Huan was ragged and embarrassed, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and laughed almost maniacally.

The old man was not hurt, but he sat down against a tree exhausted.

Ye Mushen looked up, "I'm still thinking about finding you in a few days...... Seeing you now, I am afraid that I will not see your living person in a few days. ”

Yan Huan wiped the corners of his mouth and took a long breath, "I saw you last time, you didn't have so many words...... What, the one in the grave is your sweetheart? ”

Ye Mushen's dark eyes suddenly became cold in the moonlight.

The tone was also cold, "You didn't go to the appointment last time." This time...... You're dying anyway, so let's do something worthwhile before you die. ”

"You're so cold-blooded." Yan Huan despised him fiercely, "I'm dying, and you still want to squeeze me?" ”

"Or else?"

"Hey, you and that guy must be brothers, right? How could it be ...... otherwise?"

"I have nothing to do with him." Ye Mushen interrupted in a deep voice, "Can you still walk?" Come back to Suxin with me to treat your injuries, and I'll go to Meridian Ridge tomorrow. ”

"Wait, you saw him that day, didn't you?"

Ye Mushen suddenly understood, Yan Huan said that he missed the appointment.

Nodding unhappily, "See." So I changed my mind - you don't have to deal with him anymore, just concentrate on my work. ”

Yan Huan's eyes widened in surprise, "You two...... Is there telepathy or what? Everything you say and do is exactly the same......"

Ye Mushen turned his head, his cheeks pale as paper in the moonlight, "Don't mention him." ”

Yan Huan shook his head seriously, "I really can't do this." ”

He pointed at Yan Kun again, "You've seen him, you must know where to find him, right?" ”

“…… I do not know. ”

"Big brother, don't you want 'the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch follows'? You don't know where he is? This...... It's just going to kill me. ”

“……”

"He used to come to me; This time, if I can't find him within three days, I'm afraid that if I don't find Xuanyuan Ling, I'll bleed to death. ”

"Then find Xuanyuan Tomb in three days."

Yan Huanqiang resisted the urge to scold, gritted his teeth, "Return the bone fan to me!" I'll go find the guy myself. ”

Ye Mushen was stunned, "The crystal fan...... Is it yours? ”