When the car arrived at the funeral home, Lian Chengbi slowed down the car and looked into the guard's room.

"Who are you looking for?" I asked.

"An old gentleman surnamed Hu, the staff of the street office said that Mr. Hu and Jingguan Xiaowu - no, now we should probably call her 'Guan Xiaowu' to ......" Lian Chengbi said as he pulled the car against the side of the road, "I'll go find someone, you wait." ”

She got out of the car and walked briskly to the janitor's room.

I looked out the window and couldn't help but have mixed feelings.

The last time I came here, I sent my grandfather's body over for refining. Of course, there is also the body of the official lady, but it only stopped here for a while, and it was sent to the mirror room.

This was the beginning of all my adventures, and the girl who accompanied me at that time was Tang Wan. Now, things are not people, Tang Wan is deep underground, and the people around him have also been replaced by Lianchengbi.

"Cheer up, cheer up!" I lowered my window, peeked out, and looked out into the courtyard over the big chimney.

I really need to pull myself together, after so many setbacks, I still have empty hands and nothing to rely on, and I have to go back and forth and get all the troubles done.

There was green smoke on the top of the chimney, indicating that the incinerator was working.

"How many heroes and heroes have turned into green smoke and flown into the sky......" I sighed softly, and then opened the door and got out of the car.

Standing in the funeral home again, I seemed to be back to the beginning of my life, and I had a strange feeling of "starting over".

There is no Yan Gexing around, no Tang Wan, and no people who came to see off grandpa, so there is no noise and noise, and there is no personal calm. Besides, what I want to send away is also a person with a foreign surname, Jingguan Xiaowu, not a family member of my closest relatives. It is someone else who should cry, it should be painful, and it should be remembered that God should be hurt, not me.

"A wisp of green smoke, a box of ashes, a tomb, a roll of yellow mounting...... Let the story of Jingguan Xiaowu end here. Whether she lives in the history of World War II in China or not, let her go with the wind and not suffer repeatedly in the world. I thought silently.

In my opinion, whether Jingguan Xiaowu lives in World War II or in modern times, she is suffering. Zhang Quanzhong is dead, her love has died at that time, and she is alone to raise her daughter, living every minute in remembrance and mourning. This kind of life is terrifying to think about.

In front of the car to the right is a small flower bed with a winding cobblestone path in the middle. As I looked down in contemplation and sighed, an old man in sunglasses and a cane was walking down the path.

Judging from his face, he should be over seventy years old, but his waist is not bent, his back is not hunched, and the soles of his feet are clean and neat when he walks, and he does not have the embarrassment of an old man at all.

"Mr. Hu, Mr. Hu—" Lian Chengbi ran from behind me and greeted the old man.

The old man stood still, holding his cane in his right hand, and propped himself firmly on the ground.

"Mr. Hu, my surname is Lian, and I once spoke to you on the phone. The people in the street office said that you and Ms. Guan Xiaowu are old acquaintances and her only acquaintances, so you still need to be present to witness the ceremony here. Lian Chengbi said.

Mr. Nahu smiled: "Thank you Miss Lian for doing so much for her, I am her old friend, and I am willing to come over and accompany her on her last journey." ”

We walked side by side towards the courtyard, and Lian Chengbi introduced me and Mr. Hu.

At this time, I realized that although Mr. Hu walked without any obstacles, he was blind, and the sunglasses on his face were only to hide the flaws in his eyes.

We entered the common ceremony room of the funeral home, which has been set up as a simple and exquisite mourning hall, with posthumous photos, wreaths, elegiac couplets, incense candles, etc.

At this moment, Jingguan Xiaowu was lying in an ice coffin, having changed into a black dress, and her face had been carefully groomed by the mortuary, making her look much younger.

I look at the portrait, which is based on the old photo she took with the official aunt on Qushuiting Street.

"When the official lady dies, who will go to the old house to report to her? The white-haired person sends the black-haired person, that is the biggest tragedy in the world. She doesn't know the best, and her heart is confused, which is better than a knife...... "The more I think about it, the heavier my heart becomes."

Mr. Hu walked to the ice coffin, bent down, and looked down at Jingguan Xiaowu.

He couldn't see it, and that posture was more like a heart-to-heart exchange with Jingguan Xiaowu.

"That's fine, go in peace. In the past, you always said that you would not die well. Now, you can finally rest assured, right? Someone saw you off, and then it was set on fire, but you don't have to worry about this or that for all the troubles in the world. I also said that if you leave, I will see you off, and now I will come, and all the secrets you tell me will rot in my stomach, and I will never tell outsiders, and I will always keep my mouth shut. When I die, the secret dies and disappears from this world. You go, if there is fate, we can see each other again in three lives......"

Mr. Hu's words are very long, they are all restrained and restrained feelings between two elderly people, which sound old-fashioned and old-fashioned, but every word is heartfelt, which cannot be compared with the fiery love words of modern people.

"Let's go out first. Lianchengbi tugged at my sleeve.

We walked out of the mourning hall and sat down on a bench next to it.

"Isn't it touching?" asked Lian Chengbi.

I nodded, "Yes, it's very touching." ”

Lian Chengbi looked into my eyes seriously: "Tianshi, you didn't tell the truth. Didn't what Mr. Hu just said move you?"

I didn't want to deceive Lian Chengbi, so I had to tell the truth: "Ah Bi, I described to you the dilemma of Jingguan Xiaowu being trapped under the Five Dragons Pond. Compared with that time, no matter how good a man in peacetime was to her, he could not calm the deep wounds in her heart. I can conclude that except for Zhang Quanzhong, there is no man in this life who can sting her, comfort her, and enter her heart. For example, Mr. Hu just now may have been her admirer when she was young, but he just stopped at admiration, and in her eyes, he was worthless. ”

This is the truth, once in the sea, except for Wushan, I believe that after Jingguan Xiaowu experienced that kind of suffering in the depths of the water and the axe in the throat, he would never believe in world peace and kindness in people's hearts.

Even Chengbi was quite emotional, gently patting the armrest of the bench, speechless for a long time.

"Tianshi, I have told you many times, before the King of Qin would enter Lu in a big way, I had been lurking in Jinan, Qingzhou, and Qingdao for a long time to do some preliminary intelligence gathering work. In my second year in Shandong, I gradually learned about a big taboo in the Shandong thaumaturgical world, that is, no one should mention the topic of 'the lord of the shark'. It's okay not to mention it, but there are some elites in each sect who have been assigned to study this matter. By chance, I traced back from a clue from Jiaodong and found out that the official lady was also doing her best to study the matter of the 'Lord of the Sharks'. You heard it right, it's the official aunt and the official Yousheng that you have been talking about, the impermanent person on Qushuiting Street. I knew that it would be difficult for you to accept such a statement, so I kept it back, pressed it in my heart, and didn't say it. Before, I thought that Guan Yousheng was dead, and it would not cause new turmoil, so it didn't matter if he mentioned it or not. Now that I see, things have changed, and I can only tell the truth—"

Speaking of this, Lian Chengbi's expression has become extremely cold.

The birthplace of the "Lord of the Sharks" is the East China Sea, and if something happens in the East China Sea, Shandong must be a beachhead and take on the important task of blocking and counterattacking.

In my opinion, Mrs. Guan is a folk thaumaturge, fighting alone, and does not belong to any sect, so it seems that it is of no practical significance for her to study the "Lord of the Sharks".

I looked at Lian Chengbi, she immediately touched her chest with her right palm, and solemnly swore: "What I just said is absolutely true, and there are clear and serious investigation files 11 volumes as proof. Guan Yousheng's persistent pursuit of the 'Lord of the Sharks' has surpassed that of large Jianghu organizations such as the Seven Kings Society, the Japanese One Knife Stream, and the Ninja Alliance. If she didn't have some kind of secret purpose, she wouldn't have had to put so much effort into it. Under the pressure, there must be hidden feelings. What we couldn't find from Aunt Guan, we had to rely on Jingguan Xiaowu and that Mr. Hu. ”

I believe that Lian Chengbi, there is no need for her to frame the official lady and play on a dead person.

"How can I use it?" Jingguan Xiaowu is dead, Mr. Hu is blind, where can I find the focus?" I asked.

Lian Chengbi frowned slightly, and slowly shook his head: "I don't know at the moment, but I believe that all the potential value contained in Jingguan Xiaowu must be revealed today, otherwise if it turns into green smoke, there will be nothing." ”

I also frowned, this sentence is too general, it is equivalent to crossing the river by feeling the stones, exploring while walking, and the adventure component is too great.

Inside the mourning hall, Mr. Hu's words came out high and low, and it seemed that there was no hour that could not end.

"Remember that cicada?" asked Lian Chengbi.

I nodded, "yes, yes." ”

The cicada was in Jingguan Xiaowu's old house, curled up on the sachet between the table and the bed. It's just that it has burst apart with the death of Jingguan Xiaowu and turned into a pile of fragments.

"I restored it back. Lian Chengbi said.

She took a palm-sized black hardwood box out of her handbag and placed it on the bench.

"The cicada is in it, but let's not open it yet, we can actually discuss the meaning of its existence first. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is just an old skin that is known, and once it is known to fly away, the old skin becomes garbage, or is sent to the Chinese medicine shop as medicinal materials. In the eyes of thaumaturgists, a sand is a world, a flower is a Buddha country. Such a cicada may be able to accommodate countless worlds outside of us. So, think about it, if someone lives in the cicada and becomes the king of the cicada, wouldn't it be the most free thing to live?" said Lian Chengbi thoughtfully.

After all, the saying that "the cicada is the world" is prevalent in the Esoteric sect, and when it comes to the Central Plains, there are not many people who agree with it. The reason for this is that Tantra emphasizes "self-enclosed epiphany", and any independent and closed space is regarded as a treasure by practitioners.

If you look through the Indian Tantric texts, you will understand that the supreme school of Indian yoga "Gara Tensu" insists: "All shells are the house of practitioners and have special spiritual powers." The most precious ones, that is, those with full eyes, all beards, all feet, and all tails, if any disciple learns about it, they must first be enshrined in the door master. ”

That sect used cicadas, snakes, frogs, flying insects, white moths, silkworms, crocodiles, and other animals to discard their skins as a desperate situation for cultivation and advancement.

It is said that the sect has a treasure of the town, called "Dragon Jacket", that is, a snake shed by a Bangladeshi golden pit viper, which is intact and lifelike. Every time the ceremony arrives at the door, the "dragon jacket" will be solemnly carried out for the disciples and guests to see.