Chapter 176 Illusion Fragmentation
The coffin of the Lord Yanmen and his wife was parked in the mourning hall. His breath was filled with the smell of fragrant wood. Nian Jinshu's calm and unmoving face flew across his mind.
The geese's heart is like a knife cutting!
The whole Yan Hui hung up all night and couldn't get up. His body gradually became numb and cold. Wuhen led his people to guard the door. The entire Yan family closed the door to thank the guests. Even Nian Junyao and others, Yan Hui would not see him!
The elders and children in the sect asked for the disposal of the Nian Jinshu.
Disposal!
Yan Hui knelt on the cushion and thought ruthlessly, someone must have framed her, and A Jin would not have done such a crazy thing.
Yes, someone must be framed.
Although A Jin is naughty, he is kind-hearted and respects his parents as much as his biological parents. He is as well-behaved as his daughter in front of them, so how could he kill him cruelly?
It can't be A Jin!
He convinced himself over and over again, but could not accept the news of his parents' death.
"Dad, mom..." Yan Hui looked at the coffin in the mourning hall with tears in her eyes, leaned over and kowtow, with a sad voice, but at the moment of kowtow, something seemed to squeeze into her mind.
Yan Hui's headache was about to break, and some intermittent scenes flashed through his mind. This scene seemed familiar, as if he had experienced it once, how could it be possible!
In the broken picture, it was also in such a cold mourning hall. The young man knelt in the mourning hall all night, with no one to rely on, and his young father lies in the coffin.
Why did the father at the age of eight look exactly the same as his father at the age of nineteen, and the years didn't leave a trace on his face?
He wanted to think about it seriously, but the picture was broken and could never remember it again.
What is that?
Everything is his illusion!
What is the scene that passed by?
Yan Hui held her hand on the ground, and her veins stormed. She endured severe pain, but Nian Jinshu was anxious in Jinghong Courtyard. Will Yan Hui lock her up for a few days, right?
In another day, the illusion will shatter and he will die!
In the courtyard, the Ghost King leaned lazily on their wedding bed, his wide robe swaying on the fiery red bed, and a layer of black was covered with, "Broken Shu, don't be safe."
Nian Jinshu felt numb in his spine. When he turned to see the Ghost King, his face turned cold, "It's you again!"
The ghosts are not dispersed!
The Ghost King chuckled, "The most cruel woman's heart, I didn't expect that A Jin's ruthless move was more vicious than I expected. Poor Yan Hui, the second time he lost his father, the pain of heartbreak, the person who killed his father was actually the one he loved, pitiful, pitiful!"
Nian Jinshu felt sorry for her, "You don't have to pretend. The years are quiet and peaceful in this illusion, singing and dancing are peaceful. I am addicted to it. No matter how beautiful it is, it is fake. One day, Yan Hui will get the quiet and peaceful he wants."
It is definitely not like this false beauty in the secret realm.
The Ghost King supported his chin with one hand and looked at Nian Jinshu thoughtfully, with an emotion in her eyes that she couldn't understand, "Jinshu, do you love the geese back?"
"It has nothing to do with you!" Nian Jinshu's face turned cold, "Roll out of our bed!"
The Ghost King smiled and stood up obediently. His robe dragged to the ground and walked towards him, carrying a cold and dark aura. He was a man born and raised in darkness.
Nian Jinshu looked up at him, neither humble nor arrogant, nor was shocked by his momentum. The Ghost King said, "Do you hate me very much?"
"What do you hate? You are the master of the small secret realm. We are the people who come to break into the secret realm. Our positions are different, so there is no need to say hatred." Nian Jinshu told the truth.
"lie!"
Chapter completed!