Without a word, after Lin Liang lay down in the coffin, the Jinfeng people closed the coffin.

Zhan Keke held the coffin tightly and never left the forest curtain.

Tony and Fu Cheng hugged her and pulled her hand away from the coffin, and blood flowed out from each finger.

But in the end, she couldn't keep Lin Yan.

Watching the coffin being lifted, watching the group of people coming and leaving without making a sound, getting farther and farther away from her, Zhan Keke knelt on the ground crying, and the whole forest was filled with her cries.

Yin Shiyi followed her and knelt on the ground, hugged her and cried into tears.

Lin Lian is not her mother, but just like her mother, gentle, kind and full of warmth.

She didn't want Lin Liang to leave, but she couldn't change the fact.

The light goes farther and becomes smaller, and the darkness gradually swallows up the little sparks until it is completely annihilated.

In the deep darkness, a person hides in a place without any light, blending into the darkness.

She looked at the girl with tears rolling down her eyes, her golden eyes filled with clear skies and tomorrow.

Her eleven has grown up.

Tony knelt down on one knee, hugging the two girls, tears falling from his eyes.

He looked at the darkness where there was no more light, his eyes filled with sadness.

Zhan Lianshi was inside, and Lin Lian was gone as well.

And his beloved is also inside.

She didn't come, didn't see them.

ten years.

Yinzhi, you are really cruel.

The sound of footsteps disappeared, the dead branches and leaves became quiet, and under the night, everything was silent.

Silent and breathless.

Zhan Suiling stood there, under the clear moon, with darkness filling his eyes.

Father, mother, goodbye.

…

The moonlight hangs high, like an unfolding picture scroll, revealed in this late night.

Click.

Deep underground, a thick stone door opened.

“Dingle bell…Dingle bell…”

The wooden stick moved forward, the old steps stepped in, and the bell made a crisp sound, as if it was saying something.

Feng Yuan followed the old man forward and walked into the deep underground palace.

The night was so quiet, there was no sound at all.

If they hadn't set foot here, this place would have been like that terrifying abyss, as silent as death.

There is a coffin placed in the center of the front, with candles lit on the surrounding stone walls.

The candle flame is dim and has been burning from the moment it was lit until now.

The old man came to the coffin and put his hand on the coffin lid. He heard a clang as the coffin lid was pushed open little by little.

In the candlelight, the person lying inside was gradually revealed.

With deep eyebrows and sculpted facial features, he was lying in the coffin, wearing a black gold dragon robe, with his eyes closed, as if he had been asleep for a long time.

Feng Yuan came to the coffin and looked at the face inside that had remained the same for ten years.

At this moment, a rare smile appeared on her face.

It was relaxation, the long-term mission was finally completed, and she could close her eyes with peace of mind.

The coffin lid was placed aside, and the old man looked at the person lying inside, with one gray and one fading golden eye turning to the outside of the stone door.

"come in."

Old Shen's voice bears the weight of thousands of years and comes from that ancient ancient country.

Outside the stone gate, Yinzhi led someone in.

The new coffins were brought in and placed next to the central coffin.

The old man looked at the forest curtain, his face was not old, his hair was all white, his face was calm and peaceful.

She raised her hands and crossed them in front of her body. Song Lao's eyelids were closed and his body bowed slightly.

Feng Yuan bowed and also did the same action, including the people who came in.

They looked respectful, as if they were worshiping their master.

The candle burns, but the lamp oil does not decrease.

They seem to be forgotten by time and remain forever.

The old man gave the wooden stick to Feng Yuan, and she came to the coffin and picked up Lin Lian from inside.

Her body is old, like an old tree that has lived for many years and finally withered, and is about to die.

She looked vulnerable and made people afraid to touch her.

But like this, she picked up Lin Lian, put it steadily into the middle coffin, and placed it next to Zhan Lianshi.

Her dry hands fell on Lin Lian, and she slowly adjusted Lin Lian's dress, brought her hair to her body and let it hang down, placed her wide sleeves at her side, and placed the shawl on Lin Lian's wrist.

between.

She did everything carefully and respectfully without missing a step.

Feng Yuan watched as one person changed from one person to two people in the coffin.

They sleep together on the same pillow, sleeping peacefully, time has nothing to do with them, and the years are far away from them.

They will live forever in this coffin and will never be separated.

The old man folded Lin Lian's hands and hung them in front of her. After doing this last thing, she straightened up and looked at Lin Lian.

After a long while, she said: "Cover it."

Yinzhi bowed and looked at the person behind him.

The coffin lid was lifted up and landed on the coffin. Gradually, the coffin lid closed little by little.

And as the coffin lid closed, the old man's faded golden eyes faded, faded, until they were gray, just like her other eye, without any trace of life.

At this moment, the burning flame became smaller and smaller...
Chapter completed!