In the sight, the third master stood with his hands in his hands, he lowered his head slightly and looked calm and quiet, and the whole person seemed to be no different from usual.

But Song Qing could obviously feel that after coming here, the aura on his whole body felt wrong.

Obviously, the sun was so warm at the moment, but it felt so cold around him, and even Song Qing felt a very strong aura of slaughter.

This murderous aura seems to be filled with a strong smell of blood, which makes people breathless and depressed.

Song Qing still felt this aura from him when he first crossed over to this world. Since then, there have been some, but not as powerful as they are now.

It had been a long time since she had felt such a gloomy aura from him.

The servant in front of the tombstone, as before, lit the candles, and placed the pastries and fruits he brought one by one, and then respectfully withdrew. In this way, there are only two people left in front of the tombstone here, Zhao Cheng and Song Qing.

Looking at Zhao Cheng, who exuded a gloomy aura, Song called out in a low voice.

"Third Master."

Hearing the voice, Zhao Cheng's thumping eyes raised slightly.

The four eyes looked at each other, and the cold gaze seemed to penetrate people's hearts. For a moment, Song Qing felt that he was frozen by that chill.

After seeing Song Qing, Zhao Cheng was slightly stunned, the cold in his eyes slowly dissipated, and the whole person slowly returned to calm.

At this moment, Zhao Cheng's gaze was falling on Song Qing's body, and his deep eyes were looking at her so silently.

It seemed that there was no blood all over the ground in front of him, and there was no fire in the sky. All he could see was Song Qing's petite figure looking at him worriedly.

“……”

"Take the paper money and burn it."

Song Qing was stunned and nodded.

"Okay, I'll burn it." As he spoke, Song Qing stepped aside and picked up the paper money that was neatly placed on the tray.

In ancient times, paper money was a round copper coin, but the paper money was the size of a palm.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Song lightly grabbed a large handful of paper money and scattered it, put a candle on it, and then squatted down and burned it on the bluestone slab ground in front of the tomb.

Looking at the burning paper money, Song Qing continued to reach out and pick up the new paper money to scatter it, and then put it on the paper money that had already burned and continued to burn.

It wasn't until the rest of the paper money was burned that Song Qing, who was squatting and burning paper, stood up and took a step back, and then knelt down and bowed to the grave.

"Hello uncle, aunt and brother, my name is Song Qing, and I am a friend of the third master. I'm glad to be here to meet you today. In a word? I will take a good look at the third master, and you must also bless him with peace and security. ”

“……”

What do you mean to take a good look at him?

Very unnatural drooping eyes? Zhao Cheng's gaze glanced at Song Qing and didn't speak? Acquiesced in her existence.

Kneeling in silence, Zhao Cheng kowtowed to his parents and brother. Eyes on the tombstone? Looking at the handwriting that you carved yourself? Zhao Cheng's fists clenched unconsciously.

"Soon it will all be over."

From beginning to end, Zhao Cheng said such a sentence. But Song Qing heard the heaviness of the coming storm from his words.

This atmosphere? It makes people feel like they have a chill down their spine.

Song turned his head to look at such a third master, and when the words of comfort came to his lips, he didn't know how to say them.

Although his family background is ordinary, he was born to be raised by his parents, and the family lives together very warmly.

So? It is hard for Song Qing to imagine how he got to this day alone after the third master when he was a child was wiped out.

This must be a difficult process.

Next, Song Qing just quietly accompanied Zhao Cheng, watching him drink in front of the grave, watching him drink.

The third master looked quiet from beginning to end? He sat on the grass and drank it with a flask in his hand. It felt like he was drinking water instead of wine.

Seeing that the pot of wine was quickly drunk, Song Qing couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that his face had not changed at all. If she hadn't been able to smell the strong smell of wine, Song Qing would have wondered if the wine was fake.

After drinking the wine in the Zhaocheng wine jug? He casually threw the flask aside in his hand. Then he reached out and picked up a jar of wine, ready to continue.

Seeing that Zhao Cheng still wants to continue drinking? Song Qing directly stretched out his hand to block it.

"You can't drink anymore."

"Drinking too much is not good for your health."

Zhao Cheng raised his eyes and glanced at her? Raised eyebrows and said.

"You're going to take care of me?"

Song Qing was stunned for a moment, and his face was hot.

"I just told my uncle and aunt that I want to watch you? Naturally, you have to talk about it. ”

“……”

Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes? Looking at the wine in his hand, he glanced at Song Qing again and said, "It's okay? I'm okay with my drink. ”

knew that Zhao Cheng would drink, but as for the specific amount of alcohol, she really didn't know very well.

Now, the meaning of the third master is obvious, no one wants to stop him from drinking today.

glanced up at Zhao Cheng, and his gaze fell on his cold side face. Thinking that today's day is more special, Song Qing won't say anything more.

Next, Song Qing finally saw what it means to drink a good amount. This is a bottomless pit.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, it was evening, and the sun was setting over the horizon.

The evening breeze blows, and the mountain of wildflowers gently sways with the breeze.

At this time, Song Qing had already lost the elegant sitting posture he had at the beginning. She now rests on the grass with one foot casually, the other bent on the knee, one hand resting on the knee to support her chin.

"Bang-"

There was the sound of the jar breaking in my ears.

Hearing the voice, Song Qing just glanced at it casually. Regarding the broken wine jar on the ground, Song Qing said that he had calmed down.

Good, another empty one.

No, to be precise, he drank two-thirds of the wine in those jars, and the rest was scattered on the ground with the shattering of the jars.

Song propped her chin lightly, smelling the smell of wine wafting in the air, she felt that she hadn't drunk yet, but now she felt a little dizzy.

At this moment, Song Qing finally saw what it means to be drunk without getting drunk.

Seeing that Zhao Cheng had another jar of wine in his hand, Song Qingna raised his hand to stroke his forehead.

"Come back!"

It turns out that this is what it feels like to have a skull pain.

If it weren't for today's special situation, she wouldn't have let him drink like this.

Song easily opened the hand holding his chin, turned around and looked at Zhao Cheng face to face.

"If you still drink it, if it weren't for the smell of wine that was about to smoke me to death, I would have wondered if you were drinking water."

Looking at the broken wine jars all over the ground, Song Qing stretched out three fingers tangledly.

"Brother, do you still know what it is?"

Looking at the outstretched hand, Zhao Cheng raised his hand to clasp the person closer to him. Where did Song Qing know that he would be like this, and his forehead hit him directly on his chin.

The smell of alcohol, which was stronger than just now, was instantly overflowing, it was the smell of his body, perhaps spilled on his clothes when he was drinking.

Reached out and rubbed his forehead.

"It hurts me."