Before I knew it, another night passed.
Sure enough, as Tang Huan expected, after a month, the bead in the "Nine Sun Divine Furnace" once again showed its unparalleled sucking power. After devouring the power contained in forty "Xuan Yin Soul Evil Beads", the white bead went dormant again.
This gave Tang Huan a headache. In another month, the scene last night would happen again.
Now he only has two holy-level "Demon Essence Stones" left and more than twenty "Xuan Yin Soul Evil Beads". Together, they are not enough to absorb the white bead at one time.
However, treasures such as the holy level "Demon Essence Stone" and "Xuan Yin Soul Evil Pearl" cannot be found casually, and there is no point in worrying. Tang Huan simply settled his mind and stopped thinking about it. At the first light of dawn, he took the sacrifices and headed out to the northwest suburbs of Nulang City.
This time when he went out, he not only carried the little girl on his back, but also the little one. The two little guys stayed in the blacksmith shop for ten days and were already exhausted. Tang Huan had no choice but to take them all with him.
Along with Tang Huan, there were hundreds of people including Tang Xiong.
About ten miles outside the city, surrounded by mountains on three sides, there is a vast flat land with bulging mounds that are so densely packed that one cannot even see the end.
This is the largest cemetery outside Nulang City.
Some grave mounds are overgrown with weeds and the tombstones have fallen over. It seems that no one has visited them for many years, while others have been cleaned up quite cleanly.
Between the tombs, there are roads.
Tang Huan followed his memory and walked around inside.
About half a quarter of an hour later, Tang Huan, who stopped in front of a tomb, couldn't help being stunned.
Although this tomb has no traces of being worshiped in recent times, there are only some sparse young grasses on the surface of the tomb. It seems that it was shoveled some time ago, but the shoveling seems to be too clean. There were obvious shallow ditches washed out by the rain.
"Is it possible that the old fat man came here during the time when I left Raging Wave City?" Tang Huan was a little surprised, but didn't think much about it. After a second of thought, his eyes fell on the tombstone.
Therefore, the tomb of my late concubine Ji is Ru Mian!
Son, stand up!
On the tombstone, there is no name Tang Huan left after the word "son". This is because Tang Huan, who was young at that time, wanted to let his mother return to the Tang family and then bury her mother in a grand ceremony. After this was done, he would then have his name engraved on it in a dignified manner.
As he grew older, Tang Huan no longer had such thoughts. What's more, Tang Huan already knew that he had no blood relationship with Tang Tianren and the Tang family.
As for "Ji Rumian", it is the name of Tang Huan's mother.
To Tang Huan on earth, Ji Rumian was just a young woman she had never met. But after receiving the boy's memory, this woman's voice and smile were directly imprinted on Tang Huan's soul. Not only did it not change over time, As time passes and fades away, it becomes clearer.
Tang Huan was already thirty years old before he was reborn in this world, while Ji Rumian was only in her twenties when she died.
Without that memory, it would be impossible for Tang Huan to regard Ji Rumian as his mother. But now, it is a matter of course for him. As time goes by, he and the young man have become the same. And two, two become one, integrated into one.
But when Ji Rumian's every frown, smile, and every move appeared in his mind, Tang Huan's parents from his previous life couldn't help but flash before his eyes.
Unknowingly, Tang Huan's eyes became moist.
After a while, Tang Huan calmed down a little, thrust the dragon and phoenix spear into the ground, then put down the little girl, placed the sacrifices one by one in front of the tombstone and lit a handful of incense, but just as Tang Huan looked solemn and prepared to When he knelt down to worship, the girl next to him suddenly chuckled.
"Why are you laughing?" Tang Huan frowned, a little displeased.
"There's no one inside, why are you worshiping in front of a pile of dirt?" the little girl curled her lips.
"No one? What do you mean?" Tang Huan didn't react for a moment.
"I don't understand this. Does it mean this is an empty tomb?" the little girl wrinkled her nose and snorted.
"The empty tomb, how is it possible?"
Tang Huan couldn't help laughing. How could this be an empty tomb
When his mother died, he obviously buried her with his own hands with the help of the old man and the old fat man. Even this grave mound was piled up and compacted bit by bit by him.
The scene at that time is still vivid in my mind even after more than ten years.
How could such a tomb become empty
"Little girl, stop talking nonsense. Don't think that I won't spank you when your strength has recovered even a little bit!" Tang Huan snorted and scolded in a low voice. Tang Xiong and others stopped dozens of meters away. They were not worried about being heard, but it was always right to be careful.
“It’s so hard to be a good person!”
The little girl's face was slightly red, and she said angrily, "Tang Huan, I have warned you anyway. If you don't believe it yourself, you can't blame me."
Listening to her tone and looking at her expression, it doesn't sound like she's talking nonsense. Could it be...
Tang Huan looked at the little girl suspiciously: "Why do you think this is an empty tomb?" On the little girl's chest, the little one quietly poked his little head out of the cloth pocket, and his big blue eyes stared at Tang Huan and the little girl. The girls were looking around, as if they were confused.
"Of course it's the feeling."
The little girl raised her head and saw that Tang Huan's face was a little dark. She quickly explained in a childish voice, "After death, there is always death energy, even if the bones have disappeared and turned into a handful of loess. The aura of death will continue to exist for a while before dissipating. Other tombs around here have the smell of death coming out of them, but your mother's tomb has no aura of death at all."
Tang Huan frowned and said, "Dead air? Why can't I smell anything?"
"Do you think anyone can smell this death aura?" The little girl rolled her eyes at Tang Huan angrily, "I live with the 'Xuanming Ghost King' who is also one of the eight demon kings of the demon clan. It took me a long time to learn from her how to distinguish the aura of death."
"Xuanming Ghost King..."
Tang Huan muttered softly, his face became a little gloomy, and his eyes fell on the grave mound again. After a moment, Tang Huan couldn't help but his face changed suddenly, "My mother's grave was dug up. Yes, and the excavation time will be within half a year!”
At this moment, he finally understood why there was only a sparse green grass on this grave mound, and why there were traces of erosion on the surface of the grave mound. All this was because the tomb had been dug out recently, and the soil was loose, and it naturally rained. A large number of such shallow grooves will appear.
After realizing this, Tang Huan's face suddenly turned livid, and he suddenly strode forward, his fingers like hooks, and he began to move quickly.
The dust is flying, and the grave mound is getting shorter and shorter.
"Brother Tang Huan, what are you doing?"
A suspicious voice suddenly sounded, but it was Tang Xiong who saw Tang Huan's strange movement in the distance and rushed over like a whirlwind. There was a trace of surprise and disbelief on his rough face. He was originally here to worship his mother. Tang Huan actually dug up his mother's grave
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