In the evening, Xun Chen and Wenyu walked side by side on the road, watching every household put away their clothes because of the upcoming rain, some families set up tents, some covered with cloth, everything was normal and busy.

Xun Chen's eyes reflected all this, and he said in a low voice: "Even if someone dies, there is a place that is bleak, and for some people, the sky seems to have fallen, but for this world, there will be no major changes, and the world will not change because someone else has died, and it will still run as usual." There may be places where people are in pain and heartbreaking, and there are places where people are happy and dancing......"

"So...... What do you want to say?"

"I don't know, I just think of something and say it......"

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It's almost midnight.

"Looking back, do you remember?

When will the White Horse Boy go?

Where is the red dust going?

Still waiting for you to ......"

In the silent ancestral hall, the low singing voice echoed softly in it, Ling Ze stood behind the woman, silently listening to the woman singing, the singing voice was clear and graceful, with audible sorrow.

"When will the flowers bloom on the mo?

What does it mean to fight the end of the world?

It's better to go home and stay in the thatched house,

Joy and melancholy ......"

When the woman finished singing, Ling Ze said softly: "It's so good to sing." ”

The woman lowered her head and said: "This is what my mother taught me, called "Mo Shang Blossom", which is a song sung when people return, but unfortunately, the people who were waiting at the beginning will not come back......"

Ling Ze walked forward, knelt side by side with the woman in front of the coffin, lowered his eyes and said, "When Yinpai was only a teenager, our parents also died......

The woman lowered her head and didn't speak, Ling Ze continued: "Everything happened too suddenly, no one thought that the two people who were originally good died without knowing why, and then my brother and I knelt in front of the coffin for three days and three nights, and there was a deathly silence around us, and we never said a word to each other...... Then, as soon as the three days came, my brother kowtowed to the coffin a few more times, pulled me up and said that in the future he would be responsible for all the responsibilities that parents should have, and in those processes, he did not shed a single tear, but it was particularly distressing......"

The woman still lowered her head and didn't speak, Ling Ze didn't care, looked at the coffin in front of her and continued: "He really carried everything, he took over his father's position as the city lord, at first there were many people who didn't trust his brother to do this job at such a young age, but because of his father, they also held the idea of giving it a try, and soon, they were surprised, my brother did a good job, and everyone encouraged and praised him, saying that he was born to be a city lord......"

Ling Ze's quiet voice echoed in the ancestral hall: "But...... I want to say that even if he was born to be a city lord, he was only in his teens at the time...... He's hard. ”

The woman put her arms around and said, "He is a qualified elder brother and city lord. ”

Ling Ze lowered his head, smiled suddenly, and laughed at himself: "I originally wanted to tell you how my brother was strong after losing his parents, but I don't know why, so I went here." ”

"It's okay...... I also like this version, at least it's true. ”

The woman still bowed her head to the coffin, her long burgundy hair was sprinkled on her plain white clothes, Ling Ze glanced at her a few times, sighed, and said, "It's almost midnight, I'm going to rest, you ...... Take care of yourself. ”

"Thank you. ”

As the footsteps faded away, there was only a woman left in the ancestral hall, her low-hanging burgundy hair covered her face, and above her pale face, the original sad and sad ink eyes were transformed into demonic and extraordinary bloody eyes, and the blood-red eyes were in stark contrast to the pale face, which was terrifyingly red. The corners of his mouth smiled coldly, and he whispered: "One brother in one mouth, don't you feel weird?"

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The next day, when Xun Chen and the others were having breakfast, the guards of the Yinfu ran in and said to Yinpai: "City Lord, Aunt Zhao from the west of the city came to look for you......"

Yinsheng frowned and looked at the guard, and said, "What's the matter, why are you so ugly?"

"Castle Lord...... Dead. ”

Everyone stood up together, looked at each other, and immediately went to the hall, and as soon as they entered, they saw a haggard woman standing here, her eyes swept over everyone, and when she found Yinpai, she said, "Xiaoxian, go to my house to have a look, Xiaoyi is dead." ”

Xun Chen felt a lifeless emotion from the aunt's businessless eyes, it was a desperate emotion, despair made Xun Chen's heart chill, this ...... Is that the horror of death?

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On the way to Aunt Zhao's house, Xun Chen was responsible for taking Aunt Zhao and jumping and running on the eaves, looking at Aunt Zhao with her, Aunt Zhao's eyes never moved, as if there was no scenery in the world that could attract her attention, just motionless, at the mercy of her, as if ...... Aunt Zhao is also dead.

Xun Chen sighed in his heart: "Mourning is greater than dying ......"

Xun Chen thought about it, and while rushing to Aunt Zhao's house, he said, "Aunt Zhao...... The deceased is gone, please ...... Condolences. ”

When Aunt Zhao heard Xun Chen's words, her eyes didn't move, and she said, "Let me ask you, if you experience this kind of thing, can you let go so easily, can you drain your sorrow so quickly, if you can, I beg you, you teach me ......."

Xunchen opened his mouth and said, "I ......" but he couldn't say any more.

Aunt Zhao's plain, undulating voice sounded: "Forget it, even if you have a method, I don't want to learn it, Xiaoyi is my son, I can't abandon this sadness." If I had given up, my soul would have been gone......

Xun Chen was silent, he could only hurry, and from a distance, he saw a group of people gathered in front of a private house, scrambling to stick out their heads into the house, wanting to see the scene inside. Xun Chen and the others landed, and when they saw this appearance, they were just about to persuade the people around them to leave, when they heard Aunt Zhao's voice shouting without ups and downs: "Everyone, please don't disturb the purity of my family's Xiaoyi, if my family's Xiaoyi is frightened by any of you, I will bite, and I will bite a piece of flesh and blood, I will die, and I will turn into a ghost and curse you." ”

Xun Chen turned his head to look at Aunt Zhao in some surprise, Aunt Zhao was still so expressionless, her eyes looked at these people in front of her lightly, and there was no fear in her eyes. Xun Chen thought with some fear in his heart: "Today's Aunt Zhao, I'm afraid I'm not even afraid of death......

The crowd in front of him was silent for a moment, and then dispersed silently, Aunt Zhao didn't look at the people who scattered, and led everyone to the house.

In the room, Xun Chen's pupils shrank, and he saw the corpse on the table: but the little boy who was seven or eight years old, his eyes were staring at the front, his eyes had long lost his luster, his body was stiff, the skin of his whole body had turned pale, and his cheeks were slightly sunken inward...... On the boy's neck, there were a pair of tooth marks, two large blood holes on the upper and lower sides, and most of the rest of the tooth marks were small blood holes, as if they had been bitten by the fangs of an animal......

Goblin......?