The candles are dim and the mourning hall is cold.
There has been no one here for a long time, but people often come to wipe it, making it look clean.
There are futons on the ground, and countless offerings are placed in the mourning hall. One of them is the smallest, with delicate handwriting. There is thick ashes in the incense burner, and the incense has been burned out.
Sir, madam.
At the door, an old servant saluted, but he just bowed and could not stand up. Gu Motian and others arrived here and did not go in again. Chen Fan and Li Wanji both walked into the room. Chen Fan's eyes were in a trance.
For a moment, he suddenly became a little hesitant.
On top of the incense burner, the fragrance lingered. It was very cold in the mourning hall. Chen Fan stood in front of the mourning hall, hesitating and his eyes were a little moist.
Li Wanji noticed something strange about Chen Fan and gently held Chen Fan's hand. Chen Fan took a deep breath and his eyes were a little dazed. Only after Li Wanji shook his hand like this did he wake up.
Chen Fan smiled lightly at Li Wanji, his smile was vague, and then he walked over. On the row in front of the mourning hall, there was a line of small words.
The younger daughter, Mo Xuan, is 23 years old.
Chen Fan recognized her beauty, and it was Zhou Tongying's handwriting. Chen Fan could no longer control his tears and burst down the embankment in the mourning hall, sobbing silently.
Everyone outside the mourning hall was silent, but they were also moved by it. They almost didn't know what to say, let alone how to comfort him.
Grieve, grieve as much as you want, and take advantage of your last moments.
Step out of this door and be strong no matter what.
Li Wanji gently patted Chen Fan on the shoulder. You still need to be patient for a month. During this month, Han Litian must not see anything strange about you, nor can he see that you have a desire for revenge.
You must make him feel that you have let go of your hatred, otherwise he will not let you go for this month.
Chen Fan stood in front of the memorial tablet, weeping for a long time. He didn't know who the tears were flowing from, and whether they were filled with hatred that he had engraved in his heart. After a long time, he slowly straightened up and offered three sticks of incense on top of the incense burner.
By the time Chen Fan turned around, his tears were gone, his heart was cold, and there was no trace of weakness in his whole person.
Tong Ying's letter. Li Wanji's eyes were complicated. She glanced at Chen Fan silently and handed Chen Fan a letter first. She had just been released from prison and it was really difficult for Chen Fan to face and accept this.
Some.
But he is a man, the head of the family, and he must take on these things alone.
Chen Fan silently opened the letter. Inside the letter was Zhou Tongying's handwriting. The handwriting was old and obviously ten years old.
Affan, when you read this letter, I believe you already know the news of Nannan’s death. I dare not let you know. For more than a year, I have been crying day and night, and my heart is like a knife.
My world collapsed.
I can no longer stay in this place. Every plant, tree, table, chair, brick and tile here reminds me of Xuan Xuan and the days when my daughter was by my side.
Your friend's subordinate is an old man who has been practicing Taoism for seven years. Gu Motian is just an outsider who has just established his feet.
As for Han Litian, he has been rooted here for a long time. It is not that easy to touch him directly.
If it weren't for his protection, Chen Fan would have died long ago.
To put it simply, once we attack the door, if we can't kill him with one blow, then he can at least have three to four Xuanying to stand up and support him. At that time, although I can save myself, but
There is absolutely no way I can protect you.
Gu Motian said very solemnly. After hearing this, Chen Fan didn't have much expression on his face, but this was a grim reality.
The enemy in front of him was so powerful that he could hardly look at him.
And I was helpless.
Thinking about it, you already have countermeasures. After taking a look at these people, Chen Fanda said.
No. Gu Motian shook his head. There is indeed a turning point, but this turning point is not brought by us, but by you. As he said that, Gu Motian looked at Chen Fan.
I?
Yes. Gu Motian nodded seriously. To be precise, he is your friend. Here is the letter. As he said that, Gu Motian took out another letter.
Chen Fan opened it, browsed it quickly, and understood it immediately.
This is a letter written by Wu Wentian. Wu Wentian is a reincarnation. He was once the supreme ancestor in an ancient land where three flowers gathered at the top. After his death, he became what he is now, but he
Still dare not reveal his identity.
Now, his cultivation has recovered a bit and he has reached the Xuan Ying stage, and he has also controlled a big force that he once had under his sect, the Palace of Old Grudges.
The Palace of Old Grudges is located on the Tianxuan Continent, and there are nine Xuanying people under its sect.
When Chen Fanxin was sent to Tianxuan Continent, Fifth Wentian had already fully understood this matter. For Fifth Wentian, Chen Fan thought that he was the reincarnation of a strong man who was on par with him. When he heard about this little thing,
Came without any effort.
He has calculated the time when Chen Fan will be released from prison, and will personally bring the nine Xuanyings to support Chen Fan and kill Han Litian!
That's what they call, a month!
However, within this month, Chen Fan must endure it and dispel Han Litian's concerns until one month later, on the anniversary of his daughter's death, Fifth Wentian will give him this generous gift!
After reading the entire letter, Chen Fan pinched the letter paper tightly with his fingers, and it made a crunching sound. One month!