"Brother Chu, what are you...... What's going on?"

Ye Fan asked with concern, although she and Chu Yichen have not known each other for a long time, and they have not met a few times, but a person like him who can become a criminal investigation forensic doctor must have a strong psychological quality, if it is not for a great accident, he will never put down the urgent case at hand and take a day off, and appear in front of people in this state.

Chu Yichen turned his head and looked at her deeply, there were many emotions in his complicated eyes that Ye Fan couldn't understand, very deep and deep.

Ye Fan was furious at the sight and shrank back.

"Brother Chu......"

"I'll take you somewhere. Chu Yichen took a deep breath and seemed to have made some kind of decision with difficulty.

Ye Fan didn't ask where to go, silently buckled her seat belt, today's Chu Yichen is too abnormal, she still tries to reduce her sense of existence.

The car was driving on the endless highway, and the two people in the car remained silent all the way, without a word of conversation.

It wasn't until more than forty minutes later, when he arrived at his destination, that Chu Yichen said two words in a hoarse voice: "It's here." ”

Ye Fan unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car, and swept around, it was very remote, and he didn't see anyone in sight, but he saw a heavy and cold stone door frame on the stairs, and it was written 'Haicheng Cemetery' in the middle.

Haicheng Cemetery?

What did Chu Yichen bring her to the cemetery for?

Is it possible that an important relative has passed away in his current state?

And why did you bring her?

The relationship between the two of them shouldn't be close to this point, right?

With a stomach full of questions, Ye Fan followed Chu Yichen's side and walked inside.

As soon as he stepped into the stone gant, Ye Fan felt that the temperature around him dropped suddenly, and it was several degrees different from the stone gant, and the wind blowing through was slightly cold, and the skin exposed to the air was covered with goosebumps.

Ye Fan turned his eyes and glanced at Chu Yichen, seeing that he didn't feel anything, maybe it was because after she cultivated, her sense of the outside world was more keen, especially the change in this magnetic field, but unfortunately she was not at home when she cultivated now, and she could only rely on general induction, and she couldn't open her eyes intuitively.

The clouds on the horizon reflect the sunset, red as drunk, setting off the deepening twilight, with a bleak coolness.

The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on the lonely tombstones, and the cemetery of Nuoda could only hear the sound of the fallen leaves in front of the tomb gently skimming the ground, full of loneliness and gloom.

No matter if you are a prince and a general during your lifetime, or you are rich and rival the country, after your death, you will only be a cup of loess, a lonely grave, and there is no difference between you and a peddler's pawn.

Heaven is fair, one life is reincarnated, and what is left behind is neither external objects, nor false fame and power, nor a stinky skin, but merit and sin, life after life, merit and sin, and sin cannot be escaped.

Buddhism follows the cycle of cause and effect, the cause of the past life, the effect of this life, the cause of this life, the effect of the next life, the good and evil merits to cultivate their own subtleties and transform the world. Taoism imitates the way of nature, responds to the heavens and people, understands the mysterious changes of heaven and earth, and educates the people of the world to accumulate virtue and do good. The sage also exhorted others to be good, and to choose those who are good and follow them, so that beauty can be returned to oneself.

Stepping on the afterglow of the slanting sun, passing through the tombstones, Ye Fan's walking steps gradually carried a certain rhythm, his immature eyebrows and eyes showed the composure and cangsang of seeing through life and death, and the eighteenth year of youth seemed to be dyed with the twilight of the afterglow of the sunset.

At this moment, she is her, and it doesn't seem to be her!

Immersed in some kind of esoteric state of mind, she didn't notice that the ghost 18 vibrated for a moment.