Devil weeps grave

It's a familiar and strange place, where everything happened and where everything will come and go.

The ghost cries wolf, the wind howls, the unknown sound, and in the silence of the tomb and the dry grave, the name of the ghost crying grave will never be forgotten.

Wu Laosan looked into the distance, this evil place, except for the desolate graves and dead branches and leaves, there was no vitality at all.

A few new mounds have been added, the white bones and rotten flesh have been devoured by the hunger and thirst of the beasts, and the willow trees swaying gently in the wind seem to soothe the souls of the dead and call for the departed.

Several people carried Bai Changsheng's coffin and came to a place of déjà vu.

Crossing the dirt slope, this was originally a high ground of the Devil's Crying Grave, and there used to be a paper house here, which was the home of an old man in the Devil's Crying Tomb.

A fire has buried countless secrets, and now here, only a barren memory remains.

Yang Ru stepped forward and knelt on the ground, she saw wildflowers, growing and spreading in the ruins of the once deserted house.

The desperation here gives birth to another kind of hope.

It is not to talk about the mountains and wilderness, but only this corner of the place, which has already grown in the cold winter, has already given birth to wild flowers, no one knows what their names are, like the white bones of the ghost crying grave, hugging each other on the earth, speechless and tragic.

Picking a wildflower, Yang Ru held it in the palm of his hand, the wildflower was lifeless, and it had fallen into barren land after a while.

"Let's just do it here, maybe Bai Changsheng likes it here too, so there won't be so many idlers to disturb it."

Wu Laosan patted the coffin on his shoulder, as if he was talking to the impossible answer:

"Brother, sleep here, I will come to see you often."

Nodding, Wu Laosan motioned to the few people who helped carry the coffin to put the coffin down, Ji Li and Pi Pixia followed, Lu Buchen and Admiral Jiumen walked together, and no one spoke.

Wu Laosan chose a leeward place, and Yang Ru always stood on one side with the withered wildflowers, guarding the distant person through the coffin.

Several people came up to help, and it didn't take long for a hole to be dug up, and Wu Laosan was about to put down Bai Changsheng's coffin.

But Ji Li stopped everyone, as if he was a little hesitant, and he slowly came to the edge of the crypt.

Constantly gesturing with his fingers, picking up some dead branches and leaves from time to time, making people wonder what his intentions were.

"What are you going to do, don't toss."

Wu Laosan was a little upset, but Ji Li didn't stop, holding some grass, trees and stones in his palm, and kept chanting in a low voice.

A slight mist and halo lingered on his fingertips, and in the eyes of the Admiral of the Nine Gates, he flashed a trace of surprise.

"Daohe, full."

Ji Li tried to speak, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a burst of rustling sound coming from the pit, and then raised the white smoke around the hole.

Wu Laosan was a little frightened, where did this Ji Li come from, what was this for, and before he could ask, Ji Li said himself:

"I'll just try it myself, if it works, this earth-shattering formation can keep Bai Changsheng peaceful for a hundred lifetimes."

After speaking, he retreated and came back, Ji Li didn't speak again, and he didn't intend to explain what happened to him in this environment.

Wu Laosan was a little surprised, and was just about to speak, but when he saw the surprised look of the Admiral of the Nine Gates, he also stopped talking for the time being.

Several people placed Bai Changsheng's coffin in the earth pit, and as soon as the coffin was put down, the mound seemed to have spirituality, collapsing on its own and filling the void.

This surprised several people, but Ji Li was not surprised, just nodded, it should have worked.

The earth crumbled, covered in bizarre and desolate, and the flat ground didn't even leave a soft place where wooden signs could be placed.

Yang Ru knelt on the ground, finally lost all her support, and only heard crying loudly.

The Admiral of the Nine Gates shook his head and sighed:

"I have a heart, this Bai Chang's life and death are strange, plus he has such an identity, it is really not suitable to place any token table, so it's good, let's remember here, just take a look at the two festivals and one birthday."

Ji Li nodded, he was very serious.

Several people retreated to the side, knelt neatly in front of Bai Changsheng's flat grave, and cried out to the heavens in grief, praying for the impermanent evil ghost to lead the heroic spirit to the end.

Even the offerings of melons, fruits, pears and peaches were not prepared, and the "bones" of Bai Changsheng were buried in the Devil's Weeping Grave in this way.

When everything was done, several people stood up and slapped the dirt on their legs, but Wu Laosan didn't say a word, just thought silently.

As soon as a few people turned around, Wu Laosan pulled out the knife, and the official knife was across the neck of the Admiral of the Nine Gates!

"Third child, what are you doing!"

"You're crazy!"

Pi Pixia and Lu Buchen shouted in a hurry, even Ji Li couldn't figure it out, what did Wu Laosan want to do?

Wu Laosan showed no mercy in his cold voice:

"Lao Bai's death is strange, I have to avenge some revenge, but there is one thing in front of me, I want to find out first, who are you!"

After saying this, Yang Ru shook his head and walked over, pulling Wu Laosan's arm and asking him not to be so reckless.

"Yang Ru, that immortal life is dead, who knows if it has anything to do with this person, but I saw another Nine Gate Admiral with my own eyes, and I won't say anything about it!"

Wu Laosan shouted and asked, after saying this, everyone was shocked, and the Admiral of the Nine Gates sighed, and saw the shadow dormant in the distance, this big paper can't provoke a little spark.

"I..."

Before he finished speaking, the Admiral of the Nine Gates was about to explain, but two voices came from the distance, and there was helplessness in the resentment, which made people frightened:

"He's Tang Wuxin."

Two figures, the same voice, spoke in unison, so that no one could react.

"What?!"

Wu Laosan was startled, the knife couldn't be held steadily, and he looked at the two Tang Wuxin who were slowly approaching in the distance, and his heart was only churning.

"He's Tang Wuxin, that... You guys..."

Ji Li's eyes widened, he looked at the two Tang Wuxin, one old and one young were clearly in front of him, but how could there be another one?

Could it be that pretending to be Tang Wuxin has become a fashion these days?

Several people were speechless, Wu Laosan also put down the knife, looking at the helpless Yang Ru, she could also guess that she already knew all this.

The two "Tang Wuxin" stepped forward, glanced at each other, and did not speak, Xiao Tang Wuxin snorted coldly, although he did not want to accept this fact, there was no doubt about it.

The true identity of the Admiral of the Nine Gates is Tang Wuxin!

"What the hell is going on?"

Wu Laosan was constantly impacted by people throughout the day, and unexpected things emerged one after another, and no matter how resolute his mind was, he couldn't figure it out.

The old Tang walked in front of the Admiral of the Nine Gates and shouted:

"I didn't expect it to end like this, let alone that you survived."

Admiral Jiumen trembled his beard and said compassionately:

"Young Master..."

"Okay, I'm no longer a young master, I'm just an old man struggling to die, we are all old, leave everything in the future to them."

After Old Tang Wuxin said this, he looked at Xiao Tang Wuxin, who turned his head and bit his lip, presumably he had just learned about all this.

Detached from the identity of Goubao, he gave up the blood feud and just wanted to be a good little Tang Wuxin, but the funny thing is that he is not Tang Wuxin at all.

The memories he inherited were nothing more than Tang Qiusheng's obsession.

The three people stood together, the three Tang Wuxin, the three descendants of the Tang Sect, if Tang Qiusheng saw this scene, would he feel a little emotional?

The rise and fall of this Tang Sect is not a reincarnation that one person can control.