The autumn rain is like silk.

On the new grave, there is indeed a strange sword inserted.

No, it doesn't seem to be a sword.

Luo Qingfeng walked closer and saw that this was a knife.

It's like the Tang Hengdao of that world.

The blade is slender and has only one edge.

It was rusty and full of cracks, like a veteran general who had long since died.

Even if there is the reflection of the light and the washing of the rain, you can't see the slightest luster.

It seems to break or shatter at any moment.

Luo Qingfeng stretched out his hand, slowly grasped the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out of the dirt.

Well, it seems that there is a break at the front.

The scar at the broken blade looks extremely ugly, and it no longer has any beauty of arc.

The entire blade is about three feet long, slightly longer than the average Qingfeng sword, and the blade is full of gaps, making it seem that even cutting vegetables is difficult.

How could such a knife suddenly be stuck here?

Luo Qingfeng held it in his hand, secretly doubting in his heart.

Suddenly, he remembered something, raised his head, and looked at the mountain range dozens of kilometers away.

Of course, he couldn't see there.

But in that direction, it was indeed the mountain that had been razed to the ground last night.

"It can't fly from there, does it?"

He was speculating.

How could it be so coincidental that it happened to be inserted on Zhao'er's grave?

He retracted his gaze and looked at the rusty broken knife in his hand, and his heart suddenly moved, urging the star power in his body to pour into his palm.

If you can lose star power, it is a treasure!

But to his disappointment, the broken knife in his hand did not react.

It seems that it is not even the most ordinary treasure weapon.

It's not a treasure, and it's broken like this, what's the use?

Luo Qingfeng raised his hand and threw it out casually.

The broken knife drew an arc in the rain and landed in the mud not far away, and the broken cut was just inserted into the water-stained soil, and it was inserted there crookedly, with the scars all over its body, it looked particularly sad.

Luo Qingfeng retracted his gaze and looked at the grave in front of him.

After standing in front of the grave for a while, he went to pick some wild flowers and tied them into two bunches.

One bouquet was placed on grandma's grave, and the other was placed on the grave of Zhao'er and Hei Xi.

Then, the fire paper was lit.

The flames rose and the smoke curled, but it did not rise before it was beaten down by the rain.

The freshly burned fire paper was also quickly extinguished.

Luo Qingfeng stood in front of the grave and didn't try again, just looked at the wildflowers on the grave with a trance.

The cold rain washed over his body, and it also brought back memories of him and the girl that had been here.

"Brother Ah Feng, you say, there are so many graves in this mountain col, will there be ghosts?"

"Maybe, but maybe they're all good ghosts."

"Hehe, when Zhao'er dies first, he will become a good ghost, and he will follow Brother A Feng every day, inseparable."

"What are you doing with me? Protect me? ”

"Well, protect Brother Ah Feng from being taken away by other vixens, and eat those vixens by the way!"

"Oh."

Memories are like a drizzle, the slightest bit of coldness, falling in the heart, endless......

Luo Qingfeng stood in front of the grave, motionless, like a stake, without any breath of life.

Soon it was noon, and it was evening.

Meanwhile.

In the hall and side hall of the Song family in Qingquan Town, tables were already full.

The guests who came to congratulate the newlyweds on their marriage came one after another.

Song Yuanshan and Yang Lan were both standing at the door, greeting the remaining guests with smiles on their faces.

The kitchen is also busy.

And in the room in the backyard.

Song Wan'er was wearing a brand-new red dress and festive red decorations on her head, sitting in front of the dressing mirror, quietly looking at herself in the mirror.

The face was smeared with blush, the lips were also smeared with color, and a pair of thin willow eyebrows were also decorated with the most beautiful colors with a paintbrush.

The girl's face in the mirror is incomparably beautiful.

"Cousin...... You'll love it, right? ”

She muttered.

At this time, Ping'er hurriedly came to the door from outside, lowered her head and said, "Miss, cousin, he ...... He hasn't come back yet......"

Song Wan'er looked at her delicate face in the mirror and said softly, "Don't worry, my cousin will come back." ”

Outside the window, the sky was dark and drizzling.

Time passed little by little.

In the antechamber, the guests have arrived, however, the newcomers have not yet come out.

Song Yuanshan was anxious, and sent Xiaohuan to urge him several times, but the reply he got was: "My cousin hasn't come back yet." ”

Yang Lan stood aside, surprisingly silent.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Song Yuanshan had to send someone out to look for it, and at the same time announced that the banquet would be held first.

"Qingfeng has something to do for the time being, maybe I'll come back later, let's eat first and drink first."

Although he was smiling, he was very worried.

Because he had to accompany the guests, he couldn't get out, so he had to walk to his wife and urge in a low voice: "You go to Wan'er and ask her what's going on?" Do you know where Qingfeng went? ”

Yang Lan was silent for a while, did not open an umbrella, and left in the rain.

in the backyard room.

Song Wan'er was still sitting in front of the dressing mirror, motionless.

In the room, the light was dim, and the expression on her face could no longer be seen.

Ping'er came back again to report, her voice was already trembling: "Miss, cousin, he ...... He hasn't come back yet......"

This time, Song Wan'er didn't speak again.

She sat there quietly, like a sculpture, motionless and silent.

Ping'er stood outside the door, her head bowed, her body trembling.

Not much.

Yang Lan came here.

She paused at the door, and Fang walked into the room, with a smile on her face: "Wan'er, Qingfeng should have something to do temporarily, and she may come back later." Forget it, anyway, it's just a marriage, you can do it anytime, let's have a meal tonight. ”

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Song Wan'er looked at herself in the mirror and said softly: "Mother, Wan'er has been waiting for tonight, a long time." My cousin also told Wan'er that he likes Wan'er, and he is willing to marry Wan'er......"

Yang Lan stood not far behind her, looked at her back and said, "He did choose you, but ......"

"But what?"

Song Wan'er said softly.

Yang Lan lowered her head, was silent for a moment, and said, "However, Zhao'er has just passed away, and he ......"

"Mother's ......"

Song Wan'er looked at her in the mirror and said softly, "Can you not mention that person?" ”

Yang Lan seemed to tremble, and said in a low voice: "Well, my mother didn't mention it, my mother didn't mention it......"

In the room, silence fell.

Outside the window, the rain was dripping and still falling.

Soon, it was dark.

Ping'er went to see it again, and came back and reported in a trembling voice: "My cousin is still ...... Haven't come back yet......"

Song Wan'er stared at herself in the mirror for a while, suddenly sighed softly, then raised her hand, slowly plucked the beads on her hair, Jin Hai, and said softly: "Forget it, it's better for Wan'er to go find him, it's okay, he will come back with Wan'er...... He promised Wan'er ......"

Yang Lan's lips trembled slightly, looked at her in the mirror and said, "Wan'er......"

Song Wan'er looked at her with gentle eyes.

Yang Lan lowered her head again and said in a trembling voice, "You...... You just let him go, we're a family, isn't it pretty ......"

"Whew!"

Before she could finish speaking, a sharp claw suddenly flew in and pierced her chest.

Yang Lan's body was shocked, she suddenly turned around and ran towards the door, but she "snapped" and fell to the door, raised her head with difficulty, looked at Ping'er outside, and said in a trembling voice: "Hurry up...... Go and let Qingfeng, don't ...... Don't ...... back"

Before she could finish speaking, her eyes went dark and she was silent.

A trace of black gas suddenly floated out from between her eyebrows, twisted and swung, and flew to the dresser.

Ping'er froze outside the door, her whole body trembling like chaff.

in the room.

The figure was still dressed in a red robe, sitting quietly in front of the dresser, looking at itself in the mirror.

It's just that she has an extra bright red heart in her hand.

"Cousin, it's okay, Wan'er doesn't blame you...... Wan'er will go to you now......"

"You promised Wan'er to marry Wan'er...... Isn't it? ”

The voice was gentle, with a hint of sadness, as if she missed her husband's wife.