Zhang Fan walked to the tombstone with recorded information, only to see that the tomb was small, it seemed to be a child's grave, and there were even one or two crickets on the grassy grave, and the circle of bricks used to fix the grave soil was already so dilapidated that only a few pieces of rubble remained.

When Zhang Fan got close enough to be able to roughly see the information on the stone stele, his whole person froze in place, repeating that the tombstone in front of him at this moment had a huge resistance, trying his best to hinder Zhang Fan's steps, "That, that seems to be .........."

The uneasy feeling in Zhang Fan's heart suddenly rose to the top at this moment, and the restless heartbeat made his body repeatedly heavy, and under the vigorous strides forward, Zhang Fan finally came to the different tomb, but the information reflected on the tombstone made Zhang Fan's whole face suddenly pale.

Because what was written on it was nothing else, it was Xiao Yi's name engraved on it, Zhang Fan's eyes were red and he looked at the broken and faded name on the tombstone, the dim blood-red color made him feel a sharp pain in his heart, "No, no, no, this is absolutely not good!" Even if this is a spiritual illusion, Zhang Fan, who is in the illusion, has long been unable to distinguish whether he is in the illusion or the real world.

Now he only felt that Xiaoyi's name in front of him seemed to be devouring all his thoughts, and even had the illusion that the font was constantly expanding, Zhang Fan's hands trembled and gently wiped the dust on Xiaoyi's tombstone, and the strong blankness and suffocation in his heart filled his entire heart at once.

"Huhuhuhu.........."

When these uncomfortable feelings swept through Zhang Fan's mind, he only felt very suffocated in his chest, as if there was an indescribable resentment in his body that wanted to break through his body.

Even if this is an illusion, Zhang Fan does not allow others to make such jokes about the family and friends he cares about, not to mention that the current situation is that this illusion has obviously caused an illusion that Zhang Fan is both true and false, extremely real, and for a while, Zhang Fan looked at the pile of loess behind the tombstone and lost his mind for a long time.

After a long time, Zhang Fan suddenly seemed to go crazy, and frantically began to dig the grave with Xiaoyi's name written on it, "No, no, no, no, no, no, I will never allow such a thing to happen, I will never !!"

At this moment, in this barren and dilapidated cemetery, Zhang Fan's figure is like a demon, constantly digging the small grave in front of him, as if he is a hungry ghost, who is anxious in the graveyard as if he wants to dig up the grave and eat meat, and the expression on his face gradually changed from eager and painful to hideous, as hideous as a beast.

After digging for a while, Zhang Fan's whole person stopped all movements, because there was really a straw mat rolled up in the tomb, although it was not particularly swollen, but obviously this tomb was not empty, and a small body was covered in this straw mat.

"No, no, no, no........."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Fan originally wanted to dig up this grave to see if it was deceptive and false, because if this tomb was false, no matter how real this illusion was, Zhang Fan would have the confidence to overcome it, but looking at the straw mat lying in front of him.

Zhang Fan seemed to be at a loss, he even began to regret why he had the stupid idea of wanting to dig up and see this kind of stupidity, as if once he uncovered this straw mat, then the most painful thing for him would happen, he didn't know what to do, his hands hovered in front of the straw mat, and the cold loess in his hands slowly slid down.

Every piece of sand that slipped from his hand seemed to be a cruel countdown to Zhang Fan, a countdown to the cruel reality he didn't want to see.

Finally, in the midst of the intense entanglement, Zhang Fan's hands continued to stretch towards the straw mat, such a small move made Zhang Fan nervous and frightened, and his forehead began to be covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Rustling ........."

After the sound of the straw mat rubbing against the surrounding sand spread, the yellow old straw mat was pulled open and rolled up on the side, but what made Zhang Fan desperate was that the scene he least wanted to see still appeared, only to see the corpse of a child who was only seven or eight years old lying in this grave pit, and the cold corpse had even begun to turn black, and the body was covered with corpses.

Although one-third of the corpse's face has been decomposed, from her dress, from her corpse and appearance that are still not completely decomposed, it is not difficult to see that it is Xiao Yi lying in this grave, and the violent stench is still coming out at this moment, and the corpse is full of maggots, it is difficult to connect with Xiao Yi, who is usually shy and quiet.

But there is no doubt that the corpse in front of him is indeed Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi's tragic situation at this moment is imprinted in Zhang Fan's eyes, making his eyes red, his eyes wide, and his jaw wide open is enough to show how shocked Zhang Fan is at this moment, only to hear that he can't calm down for a long time, and his heart is already in chaos, if there is still a trace of sobriety in this illusion before.

Then now it has obviously been blown away, "No, no, no, Xiaoyi, don't, Xiaoyi............"

Zhang Fan's face turned pale, and there was no expression at all, but the whole person began to be sluggish, blood-red tears slipped from the corners of the eyes on both sides, and kept dripping on the corpse of Xiao Yi who didn't know whether it was true or false in front of him, only to see Zhang Fan like a walking corpse with a hollowed out soul, just kept crawling towards Xiao Yi on the ground, her eyes were full of tears, and she slowly picked up Xiao Yi's petite body with rapid breathing, even though her body was nearly half rotten at the moment, the stench was endless, and the maggots were continuous, but it was completely invisible in Zhang Fan's current sight。

What he saw was his previous relationship with Xiaoyi, the first time he imagined it, the play in the spiritual department, this scene was like a movie rewind, and it began to impact Zhang Fan's heart and mind constantly, "No!ah~~~~".

Zhang Fan began to hold Xiaoyi's corpse and cry extremely bitterly, at this moment Zhang Fan completely lost his calmness in his heart, like a beast that frantically vented his pain, under the shouting in his mouth, the incomparably strong inexplicable power also swept out, and it seemed to be his biggest accusation against the scene in front of him.

"No, Xiaoyi~~Why?~~~~!"