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    The Town God's Temple is the edge of Chu Xun's mana. The steps of the Town God's Temple can still be protected by the barrier, but the temple itself can no longer be covered by the barrier.

    Inside the temple, the lights were dim.

    More than a dozen ghosts and ghosts who have rebuilt their physical bodies are separated on both sides. A woman in red is bound, her back is facing the crowd, and she is looking up at the enshrined god statue on the table.

    Beside her, Xiaoman stood with his eyes downcast, holding a young child under his hands.

    Chu Xun lost his voice: "Lan'er!"

    This child is none other than Chu Xun's son Chu Lan.  Mo Ran's heart tightened, and the taste of the half of the flower cake seemed to be still between his lips and teeth. Seeing that the little boy was restrained, he wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Chu Wanning.

    "do not go."

    "Why!"

    Chu Wanning glanced at him, and said softly: "They are all people who died two hundred years ago. Now that this illusion has become reality, I'm afraid you will be hurt."

    "" Mo Ran remembered that it was true, no matter what he did, the dead were dead, and nothing could be changed.

    The little prince was crying outside the barrier, shouting indistinctly: "Daddy! Daddy save me! Daddy save Lan'er!"

    Chu Xun's lips trembled slightly, and he sternly said to Xiaoman: "What are you doing? I never treated you badly, let him go!"

    Xiaoman turned a deaf ear to it, and kept his face down, as if he hadn't heard anything, but he could see the hesitation in his inner hesitation with the hands holding Chu Lan. There was a black mole on the tiger's mouth on his left hand, and the veins on the back of his hand were violent, trembling uncontrollably.

    At this time, the city residents who had gathered for refuge in the prefect's mansion also came after them one after another. When they saw the scene inside the temple, they couldn't help being surprised and angry, and whispered:

    "That's the young master's son"

    "how so¡­¡­"

    Xiaoman raised the knife in his hand and loosened the rope of the woman in red. The woman came back to her senses and turned her head slowly. She was extremely beautiful, as clear as a flower, with a handsome neck, but her face was as pale as paper, but her lips were as bright as red.  Xue, smiling at Chu Xun, is more creepy than charming.

    The illusory candlelight illuminated her Gu Pansheng's face, and the moment she saw her face clearly, both Chu Xun and the older people in the crowd behind her froze.

    The woman's smile was tinged with sadness, she said softly: "Husband."

    Ink burning: "!!"

    Chu WanNing: ""

    This woman is none other than Chu Xun's late wife!

    Mrs. Chu's eyes fluttered, and she wanted to take her son by Xiaoman's hand.  Xiaoman refused at first, but Mrs. Chu, as a ghost, was much stronger than him after breaking free, so she snatched the child away with a little force.  It's a pity that she contracted the plague and died before the child was full moon, so the little son had never seen his mother, and he was still crying for a while, calling for Daddy, asking Chu Xun to save him.

    "Good boy, don't cry, mother will take you to find your father."

    Mrs. Chu embraced the child with her jade arms as slender as autumn reeds, picked him up, walked out of the temple gate slowly, walked along the bluestone steps soaked in rain, all the way to the upper clear barrier, stood in front of Chu Xun, raised her eyebrows  Between happiness and sorrow, sadness and joy.

    "Husband, after a few years, you are you doing well?"

    But Chu Xun couldn't say a word, his hanging fingertips couldn't help shaking, his pair of phoenix eyes looked at the woman behind the barrier, and his eyes gradually turned red.

    Mrs. Chu said softly: "Lan'er is already this big, and you are much calmer. You are a little different from what I imaginedLet me take a good look at you."

    As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and stuck it on the barrier, but because of her ghostly body, she couldn't cross it. She only watched the people behind silently through a barrier of radiant light.

    Chu Xun closed his eyes, but his eyelashes were already wet.

    He also raised his hand, and through the barrier, he touched Mrs. Chu's palm, and then opened his eyes again. The two faced each other life and death, just like yesterday.

    Chu Xun choked up and said, "Madam"

    The family has been separated from Yin and Yang for many years, and the days of family harmony can be counted with a pinch of fingers.

    "Did the crabapple flowers I planted in the courtyard survive?"

    Chu Xun smiled, but there were tears in his eyes: "The pavilion is like a cover."

    Mrs. Chu seemed to be happy, and said softly: "That's great."

    Chu Xun also smiled as hard as he could, and said, "Lan'er likes that crabapple tree the most. In spring, he always plays under the tree. He loves crabapple flowers as much as you do. Every yearevery Qingming" He said here,  But he could no longer put on a happy face, his forehead pressed against the edge of the enchantment, tears kept rolling down, and he was sobbing, "Every year on Qingming, he picks one of the most beautiful flowers.?Separated, filled with white bones, and criss-crossed.  Looking at the scene in front of him, Mo Ran suddenly remembered that in his previous life, when he killed innocent people indiscriminately, did he give birth to more than one Chu Xun, more than one Chu Lan, more than one Mrs. Chu

    He suddenly looked down at his hands.

    For a moment, I saw blood on my hands in a daze.

    But in the blink of an eye, I found that it was still icy cold rain, dripping in my palm, converging into a stream.

    He was trembling slightly.

    But the next moment, the palm was pulled.

    He seemed to wake up suddenly from a nightmare, and when he turned his eyes, he saw his junior brother looking at him with concern.  That child looked so similar to the dead Chu Lan.

    Mo Ran slowly knelt down and was level with him.  It seemed that a sinner was pleading guilty in front of the soul returner, and a pair of eyes stained with rain and tears looked at him.

    Chu Wanning didn't speak, raised his immature little hand, and touched his head.

    "It's all over." Chu Wanning said softly, "It's all in the past."

    "Yes." After a while, Mo Ran smiled sadly, lowered his eyes, and murmured, "It's all in the past."

    But even if it is the past.  But it was all done by him. Although he never killed Chu Lan, how many people like Chu Lan died because of him?

    The more Mo Ran thinks about it, the more frightened he becomes, and the more he thinks about it, the more painful he becomes.

    Why are you so cruel and mercilesswhy are you so determined to go this far (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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