Qin paused again and opened his eyes.

At this moment, he no longer smiled on his face.

There was no smile at all.

Back to the origin...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

It was dark and countless rains fell, and it hit him ruthlessly.

He lay on the ground without a trace of temperature, and blood kept flowing away from him, and he was in great pain.

It hurts so hard that he can move.

He could feel the passing of his life and feel that he was getting further and further away from the world.

He is going to die.

But he doesn't want to die.

Don't want to do it at all.

But in this wilderness, there are no one except mountains and plants.

It's hard to have a car passing by.

He was very afraid that there was no light here, just like the road leading to the Hall of Hell, it was pitch black.

No light fell on him.

He remembered what he had encountered since his birth, and what was so difficult, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, it was so difficult to get to the present.

He has not had a happy day, nor has he truly happy day.

Unfair.

It is obvious that everyone else can be so happy, but he doesn't.

Why?

Why do you treat him like this?

He has worked very hard, and he has been persevering no matter how hard he is, and he has come to this day.

But why, at this time, God will even deprive him of the last little?

It really wants him to die?

He was unwilling to give up.

He forced himself to hold on, looking forward to the miracle, and looking forward to someone saving him.

He wants to live, he wants to make the best of people, and he wants those who have trampled him to look up to him.

He wants everyone to know that he can.

However, he waited for a long time until he was forced to compromise and walked towards the path to the dead.

He knew that no one would save him.

God doesn't want to.

Then, he will die.

He thought that if he could have a next life, then he hoped that he would not be so difficult in his next life.

Just when he was really forced to give up, a car appeared in his sight.

He opened his eyes in an instant and looked at the place where the light appeared.

Suddenly, he developed a force and he crawled over without hesitation.

He wants to live.

He wants to live.

At this moment, Qin Yubai closed his eyes.

At that time, he had only one thought.

Alive.

When everything returns to the origin, he will still crawl towards the light.

Without hesitation.

Even if he thinks about it now, even if he thinks about it countless times, he still crawls over.

He has no choice.

If there is a foresight in this world, then he will not put himself in such a dangerous situation.

In this way, there will be no subsequent events.

But, everything is if.

Cannot be changed.

Zhan Lianshi didn't get the answer, and he didn't wait for that answer, so he left.

Because, there is no if in this world.

Nothing can be done again.

Walking out of the door, Zhan Lianshi looked ahead, his breath became cold, and he walked out of the villa without hesitation.

He Xiaoyi was sitting in the car, he was answering the phone, and his eyes were always on the closed villa door.

Suddenly, the door opened, He Xiaoyi's eyes narrowed, and then fell on Zhan Lianshi who was walking out.

"I see."

After hanging up the phone, He Xiaoyi opened the car door and got out of the car, and walked towards Zhan Lianshi.

"Fu Zhu called and said that Zhao Qiwei's trace was found."

Zhan Lianshi kept walking, and he got into the back seat of the car, "Where is it?"

He Xiaoyi sat in the passenger seat and heard this, he said, "Milan."

Zhan Lianshi raised his eyes and his eyes fell in front of the car. The distance that could not be seen at the end was deep.

He Xiaoyi didn't hear Zhan Lianshi's voice. When he looked at Zhan Lian, he spoke, "What do we need to do?"

Zhan Lianshi's eyes did not move, but his eyes changed, "Don't let him notice."

"Understood."

...                                                               

She told Zhan Nanhong about what happened in Xunshan that year, about Liu Yuwen, Lin Mingyue, and everything she knew.

These words were left as evidence, and at the same time, the Jinfeng tribe members related to what Feng Yuan said also cooperated with the investigation.

Everything is going in an orderly manner.

Not long after, the events of that year will be restored completely.

However, now Zhan Nanhong looked at the tomb, and he was extremely silent for a moment.

I don't know what to say or what to do.

Thirty years.

Thirty years.

This era has changed a lot. They are getting older, the younger generation grows up, and the younger generation comes out.

A lot of things have happened in the past few decades, but now looking back, nothing can make him heavy as it was like this incident thirty years ago.

Yuwen is dead.

Lin Mingyue is also dead.

And their children also had an extremely bumpy life because of the events back then.

He didn't know what to say.

He has many emotions and many feelings, which makes him extremely complicated now.

but.

Zhan Nanhong sighed deeply, bent over to the tomb, and then said to the people beside him: "Dig."

They need a autopsy.

If the person in this tomb is sure that it is Lin Mingyue, then Xunshan will be excavated.

Yu Wen is inside, and there are colleagues who are surveying with him.

They are all inside.

It's been thirty years, and I have to give an explanation to their family.

As the twilight gradually approaches, the Jinfeng tribe is still spending her time in ordinary life.
To be continued...