Douluo's Evil Soul Master Ancestor

Chapter 121 Sad Spring Festival

The Spring Festival was originally happy, but this year's Spring Festival is different from usual, but with a deep sense of sadness.

Lin Yufan, who was valued by many powerful people and had great expectations, was assassinated yesterday by Tie Lao, the daughter of the former head of the wealthy Liu family - Liu Yaoluo. Not even the remains of the destroyed ones remained.

In order to commemorate his former good brother and big brother, Wei Tian, ​​the young master of the ontology Wei family, erected a monument without a coffin on a small hillside in Lin Yufan’s hometown, Shenhun Village. Many students from Tiandou Royal Branch The family rushed over and attended Lin Yufan's funeral.

Even Xue Ziqing, the crown prince of the empire, also came to participate, and many of the nobles of Heaven Dou came to pay their respects one after another.

After all, their bosses are here, why can't they just come and have a look?
For a while, the entire Shenhun Village was full of people, some of whom came to mourn in silence, and some of them came to watch. After all, the name Lin Yufan was rarely famous in both the Tiandou royal family and the common people. .

At this time, in front of Lin Yufan's monument, a glamorous woman in white mourning clothes and a handsome man were burning paper money in front of Lin Yufan's monument.

That icy woman looked extremely pale, and from her red and swollen eyes, it could be seen that she must have been crying for a while.

And the handsome man standing next to the glamorous woman stroked her fragrant back with his hands, and said in a low tone: "Mary, you have to express your condolences. Junior Yufan is the most talented soul master in my opinion. His sudden death is indeed too sudden, so don't be too sad, I don't think Junior Yufan wants you to be so sad under the Nine Springs."

"Yu Fan is my dearest person in this world. I have always regarded him as my younger brother. Now that Yu Fan is gone, what should I do with Yang Qingge? I don't want to live alone anymore. I really I miss Yufan so much!" Mary's beautiful eyes, which had been drained from tears, turned red again, and her tone was full of deep sadness.

Looking at Mary with pear blossoms and water, Yang Qingge was silent for a moment, and then gently came to Mary's side so that Mary could lean on his shoulder for a while.

Yang Qingge knew that now Mary was in a state of over-excitement, no matter how much he tried to persuade her, it would be useless.

It wasn't until Mary looked at Lin Yufan's tablet that she was sad for more than half an hour that her emotions calmed down a lot, and Yang Qingge spoke with tenderness in her tone: "The departure of junior Marie Yufan is irreversible. , you can't be immersed in grief because of this, if you can - can I be your 'relative'?"

After hearing what Yang Qingge said, Mary's red and swollen eyes looked at Yang Qingge beside her, a bitter smile appeared on her face, and she said, "I am a person with bad luck. Whether it is my family or friends, as long as I People who have a good relationship with me can't escape the fate of death, Yang Qingge, you are a good person, I don't want to implicate you."

"I'm not afraid of the so-called bad luck. As long as you are willing, I am willing to protect you for the rest of my life and live, grow old, get sick and die with you." Yang Qingge came behind Mary, and slowly opened his arms to hold Mary in his arms. Full of tenderness.

"Hmm." Marie was suddenly embraced by Yang Qingge, her head went blank for a moment, and then she remembered what Lin Yufan said to her after awakening her martial soul four years ago: Sister Mary will be the one from now on. Let me protect you.

The momentary sadness couldn't help gushing out again, and Mary kept recalling the days of living with Lin Yufan in her mind.

When snowflakes had already dyed Mary and Yang Qingge's hair white, Mary woke up from her memories, and she realized that a layer of snow had piled up on Yang Qingge's body.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about something just now and didn't notice..." Mary blushed slightly, and broke free from Yang Qingge's arms, just about to explain.

I saw Yang Qingge carefully clean the white snow from Mary's hair with his hands, and took out a sky blue down jacket from the stored soul guide, and put it on Mary's delicate body that was soaked in snow.

Yang Qingge's clear turquoise eyes and Mary's amethyst-colored eyes looked at each other, and Mary didn't continue talking for a while.

At this time, Mary seemed to see Lin Yufan's figure from Yang Qingge, and an inexplicable emotion appeared in Mary's heart.

……

It was late at night, and all the people who came to pay their respects had already left. Weitian was the only one sitting on the hillside, feeling the cold night with Lin Yufan's tombstone.

Looking at the tombstone beside him, a bitter smile appeared on Weitian's face. Weitian's fleshy little hands touched the cold tombstone and sighed: "Brother Fan, I miss you so much. I miss you so much now. I feel that if I didn't tell you Xue Ziqing's true face at that time, maybe you and I are living a happy New Year now."

"Originally, I only wanted to go back to Ben Wei's house after studying in Tiandou Royal Branch for a year, but since I met you, I seem to feel like a family member from you, and I always regard you as my big brother Let's see, I still want to fight in all directions with you, Brother Fan, but it's a pity that you left so soon, Brother Fan, you must be very lonely..."

Wei Tian kept murmuring softly.

Lin Yufan, who was stained with blood all over his body, was still flashing in Weitian's mind, especially Lin Yufan's eyes that were dying, Weitian will never forget.

This three-year friendship ended.

……

At this time, in a very dimly lit place, a black-haired boy slowly opened his eyes on a bed made of Yin jade. When he woke up and saw the surrounding environment, the black-haired boy hurriedly touched his body, passed by After confirming again and again, the black-haired boy said with a look of surprise: "I'm not dead!"

Where the black-haired boy was staying, there was no fluctuation of soul power, only a strong breath of death and a power that the black-haired boy had never felt before.

In the light of the faint blue flames on the four walls, the black-haired boy faintly saw a throne formed of white bones not far away, and a handsome man was sitting on the throne.

When the black-haired boy looked at the handsome man on the throne of bones, the handsome man said slowly: "You are dead, the place you are now is called the underworld, welcome!"

Although the voice seemed to come from the mouth of a handsome man, it gave off the feeling that it was coming from all directions.

"The underworld... Could it be that I'm in the state of a soul now? Are you the ruler of the underworld—the Grim Reaper?" The black-haired boy's eyes dimmed in vain, but when he learned that this place was the underworld, the black-haired boy asked. asked.

Looking at the cheeks of the black-haired boy, a trace of tenderness flashed in the cold eyes of the handsome man on the throne of bones, and he questioned: "You are indeed in the state of a soul now, and your soul came here after death, but how do you know that I am here?" Is it the god of death?"

"Because I feel from you an aura that is very similar to my death spirit, and from you I feel an aura of dominion over the world, which can only be exuded by the absolutely strong, and of course the most important one The thing is, you are my—father!" Lin Yufan said, looking at the handsome man neither humble nor overbearing.

(End of this chapter)