The Long Song of Reincarnation of the Tenth World

The majestic palace is covered with a layer of heavy gray, making people feel dull for no reason.

He was walking on a wide stone road, flanked by tall gray palace walls, towering so high that they covered the blue sky and sunlight.

At the end of the stone road is a palace, which displays the tablets of the ancestors.

He didn't go in, but stood at the door far away, and saw a person kneeling in front of the memorial tablet.

The man was thin and thin, but his back was straight, his head was lowered and he did not move.

The cold wind of Hanshuo blew past, swept in through the open door, and lifted the man's clothes continuously.The long sleeves fluttered in the air, making them appear extra thin.

He looked deeply at that figure, and after a while, he moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something.At this moment, a little eunuch ran over and knelt down on the ground.

He hesitated for a while, stood for a while, and finally turned and left, never looking back at the crumbling figure.

Then the camera turned, and he was standing in front of a remote and empty palace.

Cold walls with decaying tiles, simple and desolate, with no human habitation.

He walked in step by step, Nuo Da's room was very cold, and the cold wind passed through the hall, making the whistling sound of wind.

His legs were heavy, and every step he took was so heavy and slow.

Pushing open the old and decadent carved wooden door, there was a creaking sound.

Sitting beside the bed was a haggard and old woman, her eyes were hollow and out of focus.Seeing him coming in, the woman numbly shook her head, then knelt stiffly on the ground.

But he didn't pay attention to that woman at all.His gaze was fixed on the bed, on which lay a cold and emaciated body.

no...it can't be...

He felt his hands and feet were cold, unable to move, his whole body seemed to be emptied, and the world suddenly became very illusory.

The woman moved her lips at his feet, but he didn't seem to hear anything.

empty, empty, empty...

Like a walking dead, he sat on the head of the bed in a daze, stroking that person's face in a daze.

The temperature under his hands is so cold, and his body is so thin.When I picked him up, his bones ached.The originally jet-black and glossy black hair turned gray at some point.The strands of white hair stung his heart.

There was still a scary bloodstain on the bed, and the color had already darkened.

He gently put his hand on the belly of the person in his arms, and rubbed it carefully for a while, then suddenly hugged him tightly in his arms, his shoulders trembled, but he couldn't cry.

Lu Xingchen opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The temple felt as if it was being hit by an awl, with bursts of stinging pain.But he felt comfortable.

Pain like this seemed to prove that he was still alive and could divert the pain that was hundreds of times more intense in his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone rang suddenly.

Lu Xingchen stared intently at the ceiling without moving.But the person on the other side of the phone was obviously more persistent than him, and kept calling.

Lu Xingchen finally moved his head, raised his hand awkwardly to find the phone by the bedside, and pressed the answer button.

"Hello?" His voice was hoarse and rough, and it sounded terrible, like a river bed that had dried up for 3000 years.

On the other side of the phone came a voice of the exact opposite, gentle and clear, like a trickling stream, smooth and clear.

"Boss, there is an important meeting at ten o'clock this morning, have you forgotten?"

It was Anson, the universal secretary his brother assigned him last week.

An Sen is a student of Lu Xingshi University, super capable, and has been working with him in the United States before.This year Lu Xingshi returned to China to take over the domestic business, and he followed suit.

Lu Xingchen has to admit that although he is too strict, this An Sen is worthy of the title of 'universal secretary', and he is quite competent in the position of assistant to the general manager.So far, he has basically helped him understand most of the business.

"I haven't forgotten, I will be there on time." Lu Xingchen rubbed his forehead and looked at his watch. It was already past seven o'clock, so he sat up and said, "I'll hang up first. We'll talk about it at the company."

He hung up the phone and went to the bathroom to take a hard shower.

The cold water rushed through the whole body, and the mind became much clearer, and the dream seemed to become far away.

It was past eight o'clock when Lu Xingchen changed his clothes and went downstairs.His elder brother had already left for the company, but there was still one person sitting at the table in the dining room.

Lu Xingchen said in astonishment, "Why are you here?"

The man stood up and turned his back to the sun, his slender figure covered in the shadows.

"Good morning, boss."

"morning."

"I called you just now. I heard your voice sound like a cold. I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to drive alone, so I came here to pick you up." Anson's voice was unhurried, and his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing.

"Oh." Lu Xingchen responded casually, thinking to himself, are you afraid that I will be late?

If you are not an elite, facing an elite like Ansen, you will inevitably feel oppressed.

However, Lu Xingchen's "Second Generation Ancestor" personality made him super thick-skinned, and he turned a blind eye to An Sen's invisible pressure.

He sat on his seat, shook off the napkin, and said, "Sit down. Have you had breakfast? Do you want to eat together?"

"Thank you boss, I have eaten."

An Sen sat down again on the opposite side, and Uncle Chen brought him a cup of coffee.

"Thank you Uncle Chen." An Sen thanked Uncle Chen with a smile, his white and neat teeth gleaming in the sun.

Lu Xingchen glanced at him and murmured in his heart, so this person could laugh too.

Chen Bodao: "You're welcome. Anson, you haven't come to eat at home for a long time. Are you too busy recently? Come over for dinner when you have time."

"Uncle Chen, you're too polite. I've been working with the second young master recently, and I'm a little busy. When I have free time, I'll definitely come and have a meal."

Lu Xingchen interrupted them: "An Sen, when did you come to my house for dinner?"

Anson bowed his head and drank his coffee, but did not answer.Uncle Chen said from the side: "An Sen and the young master came to our house for dinner a few times before. You came home late, so we never met."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Lu Xingchen glanced at An Sen again, muttering to himself: So the relationship with my brother is so good, it's really a real person who doesn't show his face.

Anson drank his coffee quietly, his long hair fell down on his forehead, covering the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.