I have a lot to say to you, and I have written countless eulogies and articles in the past few days.
But the words are poor and the meaning is weak, so tonight, I will read them all to you.
If you can hear it, choose the one you like, tell me in your dream, and I will carve a monument for you with my own hands.
If you want anything else, you can tell me. Well, if you haven't entered reincarnation yet, please beg those compassionate beings to show kindness.
Let them give us time to dream and finally have a chat.
——In front of the lonely tomb, the man kneeling in front of the tombstone talks about his nostalgia
Blue Star Calendar: September 2, 2020. In the traditional calendar of the Kingdom of China, this day is the day when the souls of the dead return home, commonly known as the "Ghost Festival".
According to legend, on this day, the underground palace (underworld) forgives sins, and all the ghosts will leave their homes and return to their hometowns. If they have a home to return to, they will wander around without a home. Over time, it has become a festival to worship ancestors.
Therefore, in the cemetery where Lin Shuwen is located, almost every coffin is lit with lanterns pointing the way, and sacrificial offerings are placed, stained with misty ashes amidst bursts of firecrackers.
"Mom, that brother is placing toys, are they also offerings to uncle and the others?"
"Yes, maybe the deceased uncle liked these toys the most during his lifetime, so the elder brother enshrined them to him and never touched them!"
"Okay~"
Also because of the special nature of today, Lin Shuwen's weird behavior can be understood and supported by other worshipers.
A large number of people.
At ten o'clock in the night, a group of noisy worshipers suddenly arrived at the cemetery, which was rarely lively. They held high the cheap offerings that they took photos of and pretended to be, and blocked the gate of the cemetery with bright lights.
Lin Shuwen, who was worshiping solemnly, frowned. The increasingly loud noise had affected the normal worship activities of people in the park.
"What happened outside?"
"Maybe some celebrities are here to do a show, don't worry about them."
Ouyang Yi, who was holding the yellow paper and the offerings, turned to look at the foot of the mountain a thousand meters away, thinking of intervening.
Beside him, Lin Shuwen, who was calmly burning paper, silently bit his back teeth.
"You go and see?"
"Well, I'll go take a look."
Xinzhou City is the place where Ouyang Yi's father was killed by his younger brother, and it is also the place where he was finally buried.
Before the "Civil War", out of consideration for the overall situation, Ouyang Yi chose not to leave his father's body intact. After he successfully avenged his uncle, he personally took his father to his hometown and returned to his roots.
This is also the main reason why Ouyang Yi chose to put aside his "Xing" affairs temporarily and stay in Xinzhou for a long time.
Now, there is one more person he needs to remember.
"There's still more than an hour until twelve o'clock. Try not to let them cause trouble during this time."
"clear."
Ouyang Yi handed the object in his hand to Feng Xuyuan who was standing aside, and then walked quickly down the mountain.
More than ten minutes later, the noise on the other side of the door not only did not subside, but instead increased several times as if a pot had suddenly exploded.
"rush!"
“If you don’t let us worship, we will report you!”
"I see her!!!"
…
"Shuwen."
Feng Xuyuan on the side handed Lin Shuwen the last piece of yellow paper. Under the firelight, his face had completely darkened.
"master."
"Yes, I know."
Feng Xuyuan turned around and headed down the mountain. The noisy crowd had already rushed to the foot of the cemetery. In front of them, several groups holding recording equipment and cameras were chasing a beautiful figure climbing up.
"I...we have now found Princess Naya. As a foreign princess, who is she going to worship?! Brothers, don't be stingy with your planes and rockets! Let me see your light sticks and gifts!!
"
"Heroes! I'm a hundred meters behind Princess Naya right now! It's the same sentence! As long as everyone supports me more! I will risk my life today! Help everyone to ask Princess Naya face to face! Come on!
Come on guys!!"
…
"Hello."
"This is a cemetery, quiet."
"I know, I know! I've always been quiet."
"Then why don't you take care of these people behind you?"
"That's their business, I don't have the heart to care about it."
"Tsk!"
A crowd of worshipers gradually gathered around Feng Xuyuan. On the narrow mountain road, two groups of people with obvious age differences were facing each other in a tense confrontation.
One side is older, the other side is young and green.
"Since they are here for you, you have an obligation to manage their behavior!"
Feng Xuyuan looked at the people below with a cold eyebrow, looking at Naya with majesty.
It's like an elder educating an ignorant younger generation.
"I didn't force them to come, so don't force them to have a relationship with me, okay?"
Naya looked sullen, like a child who had been punished together.
But rather than saying they were sitting together, the anger hidden in Naya's eyes seemed to convey something else.
For example, humans who are affected by bugs.
"But since they are here for you, then at least..."
"Did you hear me? If you have something to do, just leave it to me in peace! If you have nothing to do, just do whatever you need to do!"
Naya didn't talk nonsense and turned to scold the young people behind her. But not only did those people remain motionless, some even showed two disgusting extreme attitudes:
An excited face begging for scolding and a sneering monkey expression.
But more importantly, the reminders of receiving gifts and comments sounded chillingly continuously.
Yes, it's more for profit, making money, not shabby.
Ah.
"Can i do it now?"
Naya turned around and started walking up the mountain.
Feng Xuyuan and the others didn't stop her and let her go directly.
But then, seeing the "wife" and "money tree" disappear, everyone became noisy again.
"Let us pass!"
"I say it again, be quiet!"
"Who the hell do you think you are?!"
The moment the curse words were spoken, a flash of murderous intent swept across the entire cemetery.
But those live broadcast self-media urged by the top guys on the list have already taken steps towards the crazy situation:
"Young bastard, you are here to put on airs for me! All the big guys on my list are waiting for you! Give me this old bitch..."
"boom!"
The recording device suddenly exploded in the face of the yeller. He screamed in pain and rolled on the ground covering half of his blackened face. But despite this, the phone in his hand was still shining on his face.
.
The noisy crowd fell completely silent.
Behind the crowd, Ouyang Yi, who had gathered his team and arrived, stopped silently.
Someone is causing big trouble.
"This is a cemetery, don't you even have the consciousness to keep quiet?"
"Mom is that uncle..."
"Shh! Quiet!"
The mother picked up her surprised daughter, and among the separated crowd, a man in a black suit slowly walked out.
Behind him, Naya curled up carefully, her eyes filled with tears.
Just now, she was stared at by the furious Lin Shuwen and fell to the ground.
That anger was mixed with genuine murderous intent.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu (You (iron men, though)! Look, your Xiao Qi is so miserable... ah!"
"Crack!"
"hiss!!!"
The second stone directly broke the finger of the internet celebrity anchor, and the mobile phone that fell on the ground was trampled into pieces by the soles of the feet that followed.
Everyone was aware of the anger in this man's heart.
"This is the cemetery, where my best brother is buried."
Clear characters were carved out between his teeth. Lin Shuwen lowered his head slightly and carefully crushed the pieces under his feet into smaller pieces.
"Today is Ghost Festival, I just want to meet my brother quietly."
"Crack!"
"Bang!!!"
An troubled camera was directly smashed by a stone, and the flashing flash became its last light and heat.
"You're crazy...!"
The camera owner was stared at and her throat went dry, and the condemnation stuck in her throat was swallowed back into her stomach.
"You have no right to interfere with our self... ugh!"
"ah!!!"
Lin Shuwen almost teleported and grabbed the bird by the throat. Amid everyone's exclamations, he directly lifted it thirty centimeters into the air.
""wind"!"
Feng Xuyuan quickly reminded her. She was familiar with her apprentice's abilities and saw the spike-like shadow on her wrist that was about to move.
"Freedom? Why don't you just throw away this rotten skin? That would be more free."
"Ka...uh!"
The person who was picked up was no longer able to struggle, and black and pale colors filled his neck and head.
But in the surrounding crowd, not only were there not a few shrinking figures, but there were several more shooting devices facing this way.
Right, make money, anyway, it’s not me who dies.
Ah.
"Plop."
In the last few seconds when he was about to strangle him, Lin Shuwen released his hand.
What was chilling was that there were several sighs of regret coming from the crowd over there.
"roll."
"?!"
Lin Shuwen's scarlet pupils glanced forward and repeated what he just said:
"roll."
"you……"
The flying kick directly kicked the second bird down the mountain. At the same time, more cameras were focused on him.
Under the cliff, Ouyang Yi contacted Ye Wenxin through the earphone.
"Second Miss, now..."
"It's okay, we have more complete video information."
"when?!"
"In order for You Ling, who is bedridden, to participate, Shuwen arranged a live broadcast drone for himself."
"!"
Ouyang Yi raised his head and looked at Lin Shuwen. A flashing red dot was floating around regularly.
The person controlling it is You Ling who is in the ward at the moment.
"You know you're hot?!"
"Do you know if you're going to die?"
Almost at the same time as Lin Shuwen's words, countless bright flames rose around everyone, like pure spiritual fire.
“It’s haunted!!!”
"Run! Run!"
Finally getting frightened, the self-media began to run down the mountain yelling. Occasionally, a few dedicated photographers took three steps and turned back to take pictures of this supernatural spectacle.
"is her!"
Among the mingling crowd, Ouyang Yi, who had experienced many battles, looked forward and saw a figure surrounded by blue butterflies.