"This... is the mausoleum that my father spent more than ten years building by himself?" Qiqi and her father stood in this empty underground palace, looking at the surrounding environment, and suddenly felt a sad feeling in his heart. .
His father, who dominated the battlefield in those days, was very high-spirited, led troops and fought countless battles. He was once the supreme emperor of the Night Kingdom and the number one martial arts master in the world. However, in the end, because of such a wrong thing, the Japanese Day after day, year after year, I stayed in this dark underground place, silently building myself a mausoleum after death.
Thinking about it makes people feel sad.
"Yeah!" Ye Qiqi nodded, pointed to the jewel-encrusted stone door in front of him, and said to his father, "When we came here, grandpa lived behind that stone door."
Qiqi's father followed the direction of her finger and looked towards the stone door.
Master Ye Jue could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart and walked straight towards the stone door.
Behind this stone door is his best friend from many years ago, the person with whom he has been arguing for most of his life over the title of the best martial arts master in the world.
Master Ye Jue stretched out his hand and slowly pushed the stone door in front of him.
The stone door opened slowly, everyone looked at each other, and then walked in behind the stone door together.
The decorations behind the stone gate are no longer the same as those back then.
All the tables, chairs, cabinets, and beds had been moved away. In the huge room, apart from the mountains of gold, silver, and jewelry, there was only a golden coffin.
Ye Qiqi glanced at the entire room. There was no one here.
"Grandpa...??" Ye Qiqi hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but shouted in a low voice: "Grandpa Zhen??"
The room was quiet, without any reply.
When Qiqi's father saw the coffin in the center of the room, his expression suddenly changed.
He turned his head and glanced at Master Ye Jue beside him, his eyes filled with worry.
Eight years have passed, and I don’t know if his father is still alive...
But right now, there is no one in this room, and there is nothing else except the coffin. Could it be...
Mo Hanqing frowned and looked at the coffin in front of him, and said nothing for a long time.
"It's strange, Grandpa Zhen doesn't seem to be here..." After Ye Qiqi shouted twice, seeing no one answered her, she couldn't help but muttered lowly.
But she turned around and looked at the three people around her, staring at the coffin in the center of the room with a solemn expression. She was stunned for a moment, and then said strangely: "Grandpa, daddy, you are staring at that coffin." What’s the coffin for??”
"Hey..." Master Ye Jue let out a long sigh. He reached out and rubbed Ye Qiqi's head, and then whispered: "Qiqi, you have to know that as a human being, there will always be a day of birth, old age, illness and death. "
"What??" Ye Qiqi looked at him with a confused expression. After a moment, she came back to look at him and said in disbelief: "Grandpa, what do you mean..."
"Hey..." Master Ye Jue shook his head and stopped talking.
Qiqi's father walked up to the coffin with a solemn expression, then slowly knelt down and kowtowed three times to the coffin. When he raised his head again, he was already full of tears: "Father..."
Mo Hanqing hesitated for a moment, then walked to the coffin and said, "We... want to open the museum and have a look?"