The dead man fell to the ground, stirring up a burst of dust.

The living person was not happy. Feng Yan saw her aunt standing there with a bloody dagger. Her face and body were covered with squirting blood, and she lost her spirit.

Just when Feng Yan thought it was over, Feng Que walked a few more steps forward again.

Feng Qi walked to the side of his fallen sister crying and murmured. Then, she cut her palm open and let the blood flow on Feng Dai's face that had just died.

The red spell seal light shone in the entire deep Changling. When the light disappeared, Feng Dai's body disappeared.

Only Feng Qi was left in the huge catacomb, kneeling alone on the ground.

Her face showed unprecedented haggardness and fatigue, and her long black hair just now turned white.

The phantom in front of me became more and more real, and the pictures that were originally overlapping were becoming more and more unified at this moment - all colors in the phantom were deepening, and the outlines of all scenes gradually emerged with real texture, as if the land where Feng Yan stepped on was a shadow of memories at this moment.

Feng Yan was a little puzzled and wanted to get closer and take a closer look.

"A Yan!"

Wei Xingzhen's voice was like a hand, grabbing Feng Yan's entire body from the phantom.

The scene in front of me suddenly twisted and twisted, as if the calm water surface reflecting everything was suddenly muddy.

Once she woke up, Feng Yan felt like a drowning person had just floated to the water, breathing violently, coughing and gasping. Wei Xingzhen hugged her shoulders tightly so that she would not fall to the ground.

"Xingzhen...I...I see..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yan felt that everything around him seemed to have undergone a drastic change.

The rock paintings on the top of Changling suddenly appeared in front of her. The dim lines on the dark rock walls emitted glimmers like stars on the summer night, and everything seemed to have life.

Wei Xingzhen's voice suddenly disappeared, and the feeling of his hands being tightly clamped also disappeared.

Instead, Feng Que's crying sounds were replaced.

Heartbroken, wanting to suppress it, but sobbing even more violently.

Feng Yan wanted to look at the side, but found that she could not move at all. She could only stare at the rock painting above her head...

Is this Feng Dai's perspective?

But Feng Dai's body should have disappeared just now...

Feng Yan felt that she was slowly sinking, she was immersed in the land, like a piece of pig iron sinking into the water.

Feng Que's voice disappeared with the light in Changling, and everything in front of him was gradually submerged by endless darkness.

The sound of the wind.

Strange aroma of plants and trees.

Feng Yan felt that she seemed to have fallen into an endless fall, but this feeling was so familiar.

In the silence, her own past is like a glacier melting in the water. The more it disperses, the larger the unknown she embraced.

Suddenly, everything solidified like stagnant water, and lightning suddenly split the sky from the distant sky. The pale light illuminated the rainy night in an instant, and Feng Yan suddenly found that she seemed to be standing in the open space outside the Liufu Garden.

The world dimmed again.

Thunder roared.

The lightning lit up for the second time, and Feng Yan saw a young man not far away. His voice seemed so thin in the noisy sound of rain and wind.

Feng Yan looked at his face, holding a sword in his right hand, and his sad eyes looked at him gently in the wind and rain.

...No, no.

The light went away again. In the dark moment, Feng Yan saw the dark outline in front of her and fell down, and the fishy blood and energy spread.

The thunder exploded.

The strange fragrance of grass and trees surged up again, covering up all the strong blood.

Feng Yan stood in the air in the darkness in a daze, like an unborn baby, the fragrance made her feel warm.

Warm...and familiar.

Suddenly, Feng Yan remembered Xia Ying.

——"This is a Shanxie, also known as Shanquanke, which is a herb that detoxifies... Have you ever heard of the story of the mermaid crying beads?"

ah……

It turns out that it is the smell of the mountain shark...

Feng Yan suddenly realized why she was familiar with this breath - on the night she was taken outside the domain by Xia Ying, she smelled the fragrance of Shanxi.

Another lightning flash was split in the world.

Feng Yan found herself sitting in the old Feng family's house in Chang'an.

The air was filled with burning gas after the paper was burned. In the mirror not far away, Feng Yan saw a woman in plain clothes.

There was no one else in the room except Feng Dai.

Feng Yan saw a small incense burner in front of her eyes, and white smoke rose from under the hollowed brass lid, and a sound came from the smoke.

Feng Yan heard Feng Dai murmuring towards the smoke, and the whispers in the smoke rang out, and Feng Dai kept talking to him. But the sound in the smoke was too chaotic, and Feng Yan listened with her, but she still couldn't tell the content of the sound.

After a long silence, Feng Dai's tears slowly flowed down.

“…How many people know about this?”

Whispers.

"Is that...is it? Haha, I really didn't expect it..."

Whispering. Whispering. Whispering with a tone of doubt.

"No, I don't feel sympathy...I understand."

Another big whisper.

"Um."

silence.

Feng Dai looked at the smoke, "But I have one last question, why... it's me?"

Smoke gave the answer.

After a while, she half-covered her face, twitching her shoulders, whether it was because of crying or laughing.

Feng Dai's long hair fell down, like a black silk covering his body.

"You will get what you want..." Feng Dai slowly raised his head, "I know what to do. Everything is over..."

A sudden sound of footsteps came from outside, and Feng Dai quickly waved away the smoke of Shanxi. Feng Que, who was in his early twenties, stepped forward and frantically lifted his skirt.

"Sister, you are finally back!"

Feng Que ran to his sister and hugged Feng Dai, who was covered in plain clothes.

Her eyes were filled with panic, guilt, and some coquettishness.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry."

The heaven and earth turned back again.

Feng Yan felt that she was gradually becoming weak - maybe it was because she had been immersed in the phantom for too long, or maybe it was because in the days that followed, Feng Dai's body quickly collapsed at some amazing speed.

A person's decades of life have become a moving lantern that is moving forward quickly. It flashed before Feng Yan's eyes. She stood in Feng Dai's room, watching the surrounding walls as if they were torn off by someone and quickly replaced with a new arrangement.

The white stripes turn into bright red wedding silk;

People coming and going have no face or voice;

Countless medicine bowls were brought to her and quietly poured into the soil in the backyard;

The raised abdomen turned into a hungry baby in his arms...
Chapter completed!