The sound of a person walking was not too loud, but in this deathly silent crypt, even if it was only a slight footstep, it sounded extremely abrupt. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There were black tents all around, and there seemed to be no one else but him, but he walked very carefully.

Darkness engulfs everything, and a few flickering candles only add to the gloom.

Yang Xiaoling paced slowly, he walked very slowly, but he walked very steadily. He paused slightly with each step, then took another step.

His muscles tensed, and every sense in his body was fully mobilized, alert for attacks from any direction. Every nerve and even every hair of his head was on complete alert for any eventuality.

However, isn't he the only one here, so what is he guarding against?

In fact, even he didn't know what he was guarding against.

It's been eleven years, although, in the past eleven years, he has been here countless times, but he has only been to the outermost part of it, as for what the deeper places are like, he never knows.

Now, step by step, he is going deeper.

It wasn't a long road, but he felt it was much longer than any he'd ever walked before.

But no matter how long the road is, there will be a time when it will come to an end. Now that he had finally reached the end, he saw a stone chamber.

In this place where only the stepfather can go in and out of this place, there is such a secret stone room, even if you don't have to use your brain, you can know what it means.

At this moment, Yang Xiaoling only felt that his heart was beating so fast. What will be in this stone chamber?

Could it be that he has been searching for so many years of old things, and today he finally has an answer, or maybe it is a truth.

But no matter what was in this stone chamber, and no matter what he was going to face in the next moment, at least at this moment, he was very excited. Thinking that those past events that had almost been forgotten could finally be clarified today, he was very much looking forward to it. But he didn't go into the stone chamber immediately, because he was afraid of the dark, he was afraid that his courage was not enough, and he was afraid that he would not be able to accept the painful truth.

So, he hesitated. One step forward is the answer he wants, all these years of struggle, suffering, and patience, isn't it just for this moment, so why stop at this time?

This short distance of a few feet is as if there are several mountains in front of Yang Xiaoling at this moment. It only takes one more step forward to get the answer he wants, but his feet seem to be fixed there. At this moment, it seems that even the simplest action of lifting his feet requires him to make a lot of determination.

However, Yang Xiaoling only paused for a short while. After a moment of hesitation, he finally walked into the stone chamber. He knew very well that with this step, everything would never be the same again, but he still walked in without hesitation.

With this step, there is no turning back, but he will never regret it. Because, this is what he has to face, and this is the fate that he can't escape and can't escape.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a trace of peace in his heart that he had not seen for a long time.

The stone chamber is very bright, and the surrounding rock walls are inlaid with luminite stones, so that the light here is so abundant that it is as translucent as day.

The stone chamber was not too large, only the size of three rooms, but it was cold, cold to the bone—the stone chamber was full of ice, and even the thinnest part of the ground was at least three feet thick.

The scene here couldn't help but shock Yang Xiaoling's heart, but the most shocking thing was the huge ice coffin in the middle of the stone room, and there seemed to be a person lying in the pure white ice coffin.

He gasped and slowly walked towards the ice coffin. At this moment, he suddenly had a few strange feelings in his heart, and for some reason, the person in the ice coffin made him feel a little familiar, or there was a feeling of blood connection.

Who is she?

Finally, he saw that it was a woman, and she seemed to be only about forty years old. She lay quietly in the ice coffin, her expression serene, as if she had fallen asleep, and if it weren't for the face so pale that there was no trace of blood, he would have thought that this person was still alive.

He walked over, and then he could see the face of the woman in the coffin.

What kind of face it is, it will not be faded by the years, and it will not change with the change of mind. No matter what happens, no matter where you are, every time you think of her, your heart will be extremely warm.

That face is the face of the person closest to you.

What kind of person is she, she tolerates you, cherishes you, and blocks all the ups and downs for you. Always keep you under her wing, for fear that you will be hurt even a little.

That person is your dearest relative.

Family affection is the most selfless and strong thing in the world, and it will not be affected by any external forces. No matter what time it is, that feeling of blood connection in your bones will never be interrupted, and even if the sky is about to fall, fellow relatives will use their lives to support you in a worry-free place.

Yang Xiaoling finally saw that face clearly.

Suddenly, he only felt that all the blood in his body was surging upward, and in an instant, his entire mind was directly blank, and even his breathing had stopped.

He stared blankly, the expression on his face seemed to be painful and sweet. He watched, in disbelief, in disbelief.

He even thought he was mistaken.

Although the woman in the coffin has been dead for many years, her face and voice are still as clear as before, but there is only a little less blood, and her posture is quiet and peaceful. Perhaps, she just fell asleep.

At this moment, Yang Xiaoling's heartbeat seemed to have stopped, except for the face that was hidden in the past by memory, and at this moment, there was nothing else in his eyes.

That woman is the wife of the owner of the village who died in the tragedy of Qingshui Villa eleven years ago - his mother-in-law Mei Luoyun.

I don't know when, tears have blurred Yang Xiaoling's eyes. Years of longing and years of pain made him no longer able to hold back and cry loudly on the ice coffin.

Who said that men don't flick when they have tears, but it's just because they haven't reached the sad place.

"Mother...... Mother ......", Yang Xiaoling choked up, the tears in her eyes were like a rushing river.

With his hands stretched out, he seemed to want to touch Mei Luoyun's face, but where he could get his hands, there was just a cold cold that penetrated into his bones.

The woman in the coffin was lying quietly, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and in that peaceful posture, it seemed that she was just asleep.

But why did the warmest temperatures that originally belonged to my mother become so cold?

In a trance, all the scenes of the past came to my heart, those most important people in my life. All the memories that were once clear in my mind, those most genuine memories, the most important people in life, and the most familiar scenes in the past, all slowly emerged, but in the end, there was not even a trace left, it turned out that everything was so quietly gone away after all.

But what is it that makes him so unwilling in his heart, is the obsession in his heart.

The outstretched hand tried to grasp something, but in the end it didn't hold anything. The hand that laboriously reached into the air, and then laboriously drooped down.

It turned out that everything was just a void.

Yang Xiaoling's feet were soft, but he couldn't support his body anymore, so he sat down on the ground decadently, and he didn't even care about the cold ice all over the ground.

Hot tears poured out of my eyes.

Does he cry too?

He thought that his heart was as hard as a rock, but perhaps only he knew that those so-called strengths were just pretending to be shown to others. At this moment, why did he need to pretend anymore.

"Tick ...... Tick ......".

It must have been the sound of tears falling to the ground.

One drop, two drops......

It was the hottest of tears, the temperature it contained was almost burned even to the heart, but as soon as it overflowed its eyes, it immediately became extremely cold, even colder than the ice all over the ground.

In fact, the moment a tear drops on the ground, it becomes part of the ice itself.

Yang Xiaoling's heart gradually calmed down.

"Is this the truth......"?

He laughed miserably and said to himself, "It's just that this truth is too cruel."

He finally got an answer, but it didn't seem to be the answer at all. Just because, at the same time, he had a bigger question in his heart.