Chapter 113 The full-level boss's vest fell off again (28)

"You..." Fu Xuanxu wanted to ask her.

But Shen Ci's figure disappeared before her eyes. He stood there in a daze. After a moment, he reached out to touch the void where there was nothing substantial.

Can’t touch…can’t touch anything.

Tears finally fell from the corners of his eyes. He gently opened his lips and murmured: "Liar...liar..."

He was the only one who survived, he was the only one...

He covered his chest, enduring the pain for so long that it now made him numb.

Blood slowly flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were dark.

After the rain, white smoke rose up, bringing a sad and desolate feeling.

Fu Xuanxu's soul slowly fell down, and then disappeared in a flash of light.

After he disappeared, Shen Ci reappeared.

She stood on the top of the cliff where Fu Xuanxu had stood before, overlooking the sea view.

It’s okay, wait for me, I’ll come to find you when Bai Qiuzhu’s body recovers.

She stared at the sea view and spoke slowly in her heart.

You may not know how much I love you.

[Wuwuwu, Fu Xuanxu is so miserable, host, you should at least explain it to him.] Since the emotions became more numerous, the system has learned to understand other people's emotions. At this moment, because of the scene just now, it is crying bitterly.

"I can't lie to him. If I continue, I won't be able to help but tell the truth. Will your system allow it?" Shen Ci said to the system.

The crying system was silent for a moment, and it was indeed not the host's fault.

[Host, do you like Fu Xuanxu? ] The system suddenly asked.

"Why do you ask that?" Shen Ci asked it back.

System: [Just tell me, do you like him? ]

"Yes, I like him. If I don't like him, why would I flirt with him?" Shen Ci admitted his feelings frankly.

[It’s OK as long as I like you. Although I’m very sad now, I’m not that sad because you have love.] The system wants sugar to fill its own sadness.

Shen Ci shook his head and stopped talking to it. His mind was full of thoughts about what happened to Fu Xuanxu.

Although he was only one step late, he was still injured.

Fortunately, she was only injured, otherwise she didn't even dare to think about the consequences.

She sighed softly, hoping that he was okay.

She bit her lip and clenched her fists. He would be fine.

In order to divert his worries, Shen Ci deliberately shifted his gaze and thought about the plot.

I wonder if Black Dragon will follow the plot at night. If Black Dragon follows the plot...

This thought made Shen Ci even more worried. He asked the system: "Tong, do you know where the Ghost Gate is?"

[Yes, host, you want to go? ] The system asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid that Black Dragon will still follow the plot." Shen Ci said.

[We have to hurry over there, it’s getting dark.] The system said.

We must hurry over there.

Shen Ci took out the speed talisman and quickly rushed towards the Ghost Gate according to the map given by the system.

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Qingming Festival, 7:30, Anliangshan.

"Mom, if you want to worship your ancestors, why do you have to do it in the middle of the night? It's scary, it's pitch black at night, and you can't even see the road!"

Sun Wen was a college student who had just graduated a year ago. Because his family had the custom of worshipping their ancestors on Ghost Festival every year, his mother urged him to take a few days off from work and return to his hometown to worship his ancestors.

"What do you know? The gates of hell are wide open during the Ghost Festival, and they only open at night. So ancestor worship should naturally be done at night." Sun Wen's mother rolled her eyes at him and said.

"Can't we hold the ceremony at home? You have to go into the mountains. I'm worried about your health." Sun Wen shone a flashlight on the road and kept his eyes on his mother from time to time, as he was afraid that she would accidentally fall on the muddy road after the rain.

Sun Wen's mother raised her hand and hit him: "Our ancestors are buried on the mountain. If you offer sacrifices to them at home, can you eat or take anything?"

Sun Wen thought she was superstitious, but he didn't dare to say anything, fearing he would be beaten again. He changed the subject and said, "Watch your feet, don't fall."

"Your mother is in good health now." said Sun Wen's mother.

The two of them wore rubber rain boots, stepped on the mud with one foot deep and the other shallow, climbed the mountain for half an hour, and finally arrived at the destination.

His hometown was a small place without any so-called cemetery. When people died, they just built a tomb on the mountain.

Sun Yat-sen's family was a very disciplined family. In addition to offering sacrifices to their ancestors during the Ghost Festival, they would also pay respects to their ancestors on weekdays. So although the tomb was not built in a gorgeous manner, it was very clean and tidy.

Sun Yat-sen put down the bamboo basket on his back and took out red candles, incense, yellow paper, paper ingots, a bowl of boiled pork head and a plate of fruit and melon seeds.

Sun Wen's mother arranged the pork head, fruits and melon seeds, and then lit the red candles and incense.

"Kneel down." Sun Wen's mother put the straw mat she brought on the ground and said to Sun Wen.

Sun Wen put his hands together and knelt down obediently.

Sun Wen's mother also knelt down and began to burn yellow paper and paper ingots in an iron basin.

After burning some, she handed a stack to Sun Wen and said, "You burn some too."

Sun Yat-sen took it, tore off the yellow papers that were stuck together, and began to burn them one by one.

Sun Wen's mother began to chant: "Please, ancestor, bless my son Wenwen to have a successful career. I don't ask him to have any great abilities, but I hope he will be healthy and safe. He must be safe..."

After the yellow paper and paper ingots were burned, the two of them bowed three times to the tombstone before ending the ceremony.

The pork head, fruit and melon seeds were put back into the backpack. In the minds of the older generation, things that have been offered to the ancestors should not be thrown away, as eating them is good for the body.

Sun Yat-sen said that it doesn't matter what's here. No one has eaten it before, so you can take it back and eat it again. It won't be wasted.

He put the backpack back on and started to go down the mountain with his mother.

But halfway down, he suddenly felt the urge to pee, and he couldn't hold it in and said to his mother: "Mom, I have to pee, I'm going to pee."

"You lazy cow and lazy horse are full of shit and piss. Go! I'll wait for you!" Sun Wen's mother waved her hand and said in disgust.

Sun Wen ran quickly into the woods, carrying a backpack.

He unzipped his zipper and urinated, his expression gradually relaxing as the water came out.

After venting his anger, he put on his pants, zipped up his clothes, and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a commotion.

Sun Wen frowned and listened carefully. Only after listening carefully did he hear the sound of talking.

Hey, it turns out that they are not the only family going up the mountain to worship their ancestors late at night on Qingming Festival!

"It's out, it's finally out!"

"Wuwuwu, I wonder what my sons and the others have prepared for me!"

"Hey, your son still prepares things for you? That unfilial boy in my family forgot about me after I died. This time when I go back, I will see what stupid things he has done and scold him."

"No wonder you're so poor."

"If you say that again, I'll get mad at you. I just wanted to beat my son."

"Okay, when I get the money from my sons, I'll give you some of it. It's really pitiful."

"Hey, bro, you're still good."

"Stop talking! Hurry up, we only have one night, come back quickly after eating, drinking, taking and reading. If you dare to run, you all know the rules of the underworld!"