Shao Kefan reached for the night pearl and looked at it quietly, thoughtfully.
"Hey you..." To Jian Xin, Ye Mingzhu was snatched away, and then she remembered that he couldn't see her existence, so she didn't blame him.
Then, just treat it as a psychic!
She took the bead from his hand. However, Shao Kefan frowned and "snatched" the night pearl back again. This time, he held it tightly in his hand.
She walked up and down, and her hands passed through his hands in a vacuum, and when she was about to touch Ye Mingzhu, she was stopped by a force.
She was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
Ye Mingzhu came out on her own, so Jian Xin... what's going on?
Shao Kefan's brows suddenly condensed, and strong anxiety emerged in his eyes. He reached for the belt at his waist, and uttered a word lightly and sharply with his lips, "Change." In an instant, the belt turned into a phantom sword, which he held firmly.
In the palm of the hand, a dazzling white light emits and then calmness returns.
He pointed to the ground, swept back, landed in the center of the cemetery, slowly raised his sword, and finally pointed it flatly at the grave.
What was he going to do? Jian Xin looked at him doubtfully, forgetting the luminous pearl tightly held in his other hand.
Shao Kefan hesitated whether he should open the tomb to see if there was anything strange about Jian Xin. However, he was afraid of disturbing her peace.
After a long silence, the expression on his face also changed several times. Finally, he took a look at the night pearl in his left hand and finally made up his mind.
The Phantom Sword decisively swung towards the tomb. "Whoa", a rough sound sounded. The middle part of the jasper stele was cut with a thin crack by the sword light, which was almost difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Then, half of the tomb quickly followed the sword's force.
Turning to the right, the right half of the jasper stele suddenly collapsed.
The other half of the tomb remained motionless.
The white jade coffin in the pit was revealed, and the vault was about two feet higher than the surrounding ground.
When he swung the sword just now, he controlled the sword energy above the coffin, so her shelter was still intact.
Jian Xin, who was standing aside, was stunned.
As if facing something sacred and solemn, Shao Kefan slowly walked towards the tomb with a solemn expression. When he walked to the coffin, he moved the Phantom Sword and pointed the tip of the sword towards the airtight seam under the coffin lid.
"Jian Xin, I'm sorry. I want to see how you are doing." Shao Kefan glanced at the luminous pearl in his left hand again, and then flew around the coffin. The Phantom Sword slashed through the cracks one by one, breaking four long nails.
"receive."
After hearing the order, the Phantom Sword returned to its belt shape, lying in the palm of Lord Cang Teng, with its white forged sash hanging down.
Shao Kefan had no intention of putting on his belt. When he was about to see his beloved dead woman, his hands trembled inadvertently.
She is already a skeleton!
Shocking pain, unspeakable pain.
What a beautiful woman she was! With a charming face, a graceful posture, a bright smile, and a fiery heart.
Are they all gone? This... the woman he loves most.
After a moment of silence, he used his palms to push out the coffin lid.
However, what he saw almost made him unable to stand.
Empty, the coffin was actually empty, not even a hair on her head.
Shao Kefan took a few steps back and shook his head in disbelief. More than a year ago, he put her in a yellow shirt and put her in it completely, but... she actually disappeared!?
However, why did the tomb show no signs of being damaged and who took her away?
He finally found out. Jian Xin looked at him sadly, helpless against his pain.
"I'm actually fine! Except for my heart." She shouted loudly, pressing her head against his chest and feeling the rapid beating of his heart.
However, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't possibly hear anything.
How could it be? It turned out that what she had mourned and poured out for the past year was actually an empty tomb. She had said so many loving words, but it turned out that she could not hear a single word.
The comfort and belief he had gained over the past year suddenly collapsed. Shao Kefan's body slowly fell down, and he finally half-knelt on the ground, holding himself up with a trembling hand.
Empty tomb, empty tomb, where has she gone?
"Ah..." A long and painful roar sounded, and his heart seemed to burst out of his chest.
"Jian Xin, Jian Xin..."
It was the first time that Lord Cang Teng was so out of control - when she just passed away, he was in agony, but he could still remain sober and calm.
He didn't know that at this moment, the woman in yellow shirt was by his side, crying with him.
No matter he thought she was there or not, she was always by his side.
After a long time, Shao Kefan stood up, put on his belt, and took another reluctant look into the coffin, but it was still empty.
We must find her body and the person who took her body away.
Just as he was about to use the invisibility technique, he suddenly thought of something, and a sad smile appeared on his lips, "After all, this is the place where you lay."
Driven by his skill, the collapsed Taiyi remaining grain stones were stacked one on top of another and rebuilt. The other half of the jasper stele also overlapped with the standing half, making it seamless.
Soon, the destroyed tomb was restored to its original appearance, without any trace of damage.
In the middle of the jasper quilt, the sixteen words he carved with his own hands shone brightly in the sun: The tomb of Mu Jianxin, the most beloved woman of King Cang Teng, Shao Kefan.
However, the person in the tomb is long gone, and no one knows where he went.
He glanced at the jade monument absentmindedly, turned around, closed his eyes, and said quietly, "I will come again, because you once lived here."
In an instant, the man in red in front of the tomb disappeared without a trace.
There was only one undead soul left, crying as if his soul was about to disperse.