Seeing Shen Lou's actions, Lin was overjoyed in confidence, and kowtowed three times. This is a compliment to the parents.
"Tell me, could my mother be a barbarian?" Lin Xin wiped Lansu's tombstone with his sleeve. The wound on his hand was too deep and hadn't fully healed yet. Zishu found a pair of soft sheepskin palms to wear for him, and it still hurt a little in this icy and snowy field.
As for his mother, his memory is already very vague, he doesn't remember whether she has a pair of blue eyes, nor does he remember her natal relatives, but only remembers her baby name "Chi Nuo".
Shen Lou pulled him up, put the injured hand in his bosom to warm it up, "ask Master when he comes back."
He was very worried about Lin Xin's blood being taken away. That great witch is the national teacher of Beimo, and is highly regarded by Wu Luolan He Ruo. If he guessed correctly, he should be the legendary "Sorcerer God" who can tame Gu carvings.
These years, the Gu carving has been following Lin Xin's footsteps, as if it was specially used to find his traces. It's just that Zhu Xingli's whereabouts are uncertain, and he didn't stay in each place for a long time with his apprentices, so he was not found by the barbarians.
"That's right, we lived in Yanqiu for a year, and those barbarians came to our door!" Lin Xin suddenly thought that the barbarians were for the deer glass mine before, but now it seems, "Could it be that I am a natural treasure, Can you live forever if you eat my flesh and blood?"
Shen Lou, who was full of worries, was amused by Lin Xin, and pretended to bite him, "If so, give me a taste first."
"No, I'm afraid of pain. You can use me as a cauldron, drain my blood essence, and then you can ascend to immortality." Lin Xin wrapped his arms around Shen Lou's waist and said pitifully, like a vixen in ancient times, shaking With its big tail, it lures the decent little monks into the magic way.
With a headache, Shen Lou wrapped the little vixen into a mink fur cloak to calm down the anger provoked by Lin Xin. The monk has spiritual power to protect the body, and in order to show his status, he also wears light clothes in winter. Only he with weak soul power wears a big cloak from time to time.
Lin Xin grinningly rubbed against his chest, greedily inhaling the cold fragrance of plants and trees on his body.
"Who else knows this place?" Shen Lou looked at the two graves with dim eyes. There were traces of burning incense candles in front of the graves, so someone should have come to pay respects.
"Huh?" Lin Xin let go of the Shenlou, pushed aside the snow, and found the tribute buried below, including wine and meat, "It should be that Master has been here."
Only he and the master know here.
"Why not be buried in Luqi Terrace?" As a generation of princes, Lin Zhenghan was supposed to be buried in his own fief, but Zhu Xingli buried him in a barren mountain, in such a remote place.
"Master has always done things like this, and you can't count on him..." Lin Xin said, his face suddenly changed, "That's not right!"
Shen Lou was startled, and quickly grabbed Lin Xin who had pounced on the grave to pick up the snow, and pushed the thin layer of snow away with his own hands, "What's wrong?"
Lin Xin picked up a handful of soil, trembling all over, "This grave has been dug up!"
The soil is a mixture of old and new, and the weeds on the graves have disappeared without a trace. Zhu Xingli went to pay respects to that guy's grave, and never remembered to pull weeds.
Shen Lou stopped Lin Xin from drawing his sword, "This is your parents' grave!"
"Do you know if my parents are buried in this grave or some monster or ghost?" Lin Xin's eyes turned red.
"Don't move, I'll do it." Shen Lou sighed and pulled out Yu Yuan himself. Because Lin Xin can use soul power, he is much more powerful than ordinary monks, but he is still far from Shen Lou in controlling the power of sword.
The sword energy swelled slowly, cut the ground flat, and lifted the entire grave, ensuring that it would not hurt anything in the grave. As soon as it was opened, Lin Xin pounced on to search for it. In the damp soil, there was a wooden box, which was a small coffin for storing ashes.
The surface of the small coffin was dug open, and the wind leaked from the torn pieces. Lin Xin gritted his teeth and lifted the lid of the coffin. The inside was empty, with no columbarium or burial objects.
The two graves are exactly the same, only empty boxes are left.
The ashes were stolen, these tributes and joss sticks were not done by Zhu Xingli, but by those grave diggers who feared retribution to worship the mountain!
"People are already dead, so don't let them go. Could it be that there is a deer glass mine in the ashes?" Lin Xin held a handful of soil tightly, the wound in his palm burst, and the blood soaked through the sheepskin gloves, showing spots of blood.
"This is, fox fur?" Shen Lou frowned, and swiped away the mound of dirt on the ground with the tip of his sword, revealing a half black and half white hair.
fox fur...
"Do you still remember what that pot said?" Lin Xin twisted the fluff.
If you don't have enough tiger fur, why don't you use fox fur? There aren't so many tiger furs for collars, the offshoots of the Zhong family all use fox fur!
The Zhong family!
People hunt and kill endlessly while they are alive, and they will not let them go when they are dead! Well, very good! Lin Xin stroked the handle of Tungou with one finger, full of killing intent. I thought that Zhong Changye was dead, and the grievances and grievances were settled, but these people still provoked him, so don't blame him for destroying the Zhong family.
"Zhong Changye is dead, why does anyone care about this matter?" Shen Lou frowned, always feeling that things were not that simple back then.
"Because Zhong Lu didn't die, Zhong Suifeng didn't die, Zhong Youyu, Zhong Wumo didn't die!" Lin Xin's spiritual power surged all over his body, his eyes were red, like an evil ghost crawling out of the endless hell, the next moment he will die To tear the world and himself to pieces.
"Xinxin!" Shen Lou held his hand and found that it was already soaked in blood, "Don't worry, let's go to Zhong's house to find out."
Lin Xin shook off his hand and stared into Shen Lou's eyes, "If I want to kill the Zhong family brothers, do you care?" For two lifetimes, the Zhong family brothers have had a close relationship with Shen Lou.
Shen Lou sighed, he still couldn't believe his letter. Forcibly pulling the wounded hand over, took off the glove, "If the two of them are involved, I will not stop you if you want to kill or cut."
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Zhong Youyu: What about stabbing your friend with a knife
Loulou: Xinxin is also my friend
Zhong Youyu: What friend
Lou Lou: Boyfriend =w=