Changsheng coffin shop

When Xie Mian woke up again, he was already in the coffin shop's room, and the familiar furnishings made him a little dazed.

After being dazed for a few seconds, he suddenly realized, Fan Lan!

He rolled over and got off the bed, but hesitated the moment he touched the ground, staring blankly at his palm, the wound had healed at some point, and there was only a red line like bone and blood.

Shi Xuezhe said that the red line on his palm was the imprint left by Fan Lan.

This red line appeared on the day Bao Haowen died, and he also saw him for the first time in school that day.

On the day his parents disappeared, he was attacked in the street and rescued.

That night, Master Qi was going to take him to the coffin shop.

This line appeared on his hand. Seeing a ghost, he lowered his head to check the scene because Zhao Bin was hit, but he met him again at the scene.

When he first came to the coffin shop, Qi Ye didn't know that he already knew Fan Lan, meaning that his appearance was not arranged by the coffin shop, and when he looked at him at that time, he knew that he was there.

Also, he is the unrivaled Baye, who can arrange for him to do anything unless it is what he himself wants to do.

——I don't have the authority to check about your parents. If you meet Ba Ye, you can ask him.

Xie Mian suddenly had such a sentence in his mind, which seemed to be what Bai Qi said, but why didn't he ask him after he knew that Fan Lan was the eighth master?

It's him... forgot?

No, his only purpose in coming to the coffin shop was to investigate the reason for his parents' disappearance, how could he have forgotten.

He wants to ask clearly.

Xie Mian opened the door, went straight to Fan Lan's room, patted hard a few times but no one responded, he ran to the front shop again, where Ming Qiu stood there.

"Where's Fan Lan?!"

Ming Qiu took a look at him, pulled out a wordless ghost book from the counter, and pushed it over, and he didn't think it was too strange and murmured: "After I brought you back yesterday, I said I had something to do and went out, and I haven't come back."

Xie Mian didn't answer, and asked anxiously, "Did he say when he'll be back?"

Ming Qiu shook his head.

"Then does he have anything to say?"

Ming Qiu nodded: "He said you will understand after reading this."

Xie Mian lowered his eyes, took the wordless ghost book and went upstairs, put his palm on it, and the image seemed to have entered his mind consciously.

A man in black stood sideways in the vast wilderness. In the dark night, there was only a glimmer of light where he stood.

That face was Fan Lan's. Although it wasn't the wide robe and sleeves he had now, his face was exactly the same. He had a scythe in his hand and was dripping with blood.

Standing in front of him was a man wearing a gray-black gown with white plum blossoms on the cuffs and blood on the corners of his mouth.

Fan Lan stepped forward, looked at the man in front of him indifferently, and suddenly stretched out his hand and broke his spine in an instant, pulling out a piece of white bone.

He closed his eyes and turned his back to the man, not watching him fall.

The dying man smiled slightly, shouted something in a low voice, Xie Mian didn't hear clearly, his outstretched hand was not picked up, and then fell loosely, hitting the grass, inch by inch from foot to head. Slowly turn into fly ash.

Xie Mian looked again, it was her own face!

His eyes widened in disbelief, but there was nothing in the wordless ghost book. Those things seemed to flash through his mind quickly, and he couldn't control and couldn't get close.

He suddenly remembered that when he was in Ye's house, Fan Lan once said: "I used to have a...friend.He said that if you can't find your direction in killing, then try to listen to your own heart, and he will tell you the answer. '

—Later, he died, and I killed him.

It was as if tens of thousands of tons of corrosive liquid had exploded in Xie Mian's mind, and it splashed all over the ground, which was painful and sour.

He clenched his fingers tightly, his chest almost exploded, what is this, what exactly is Fan Lan showing him!

Who wants to see these.

He didn't believe this, he wanted to see Fan Lan, he wanted to hear from him, as long as he said something, he would be fine.

He was a man with nothing.

According to Shi Xuezhe's words, even this life was created unintentionally by others. I was lucky to know Qi Ye, Ming Qiu, Mu Yao and Xiao Shan, and became the owner of the coffin shop, so I got so much kindness and warmth.

To become Xie Mian, every day of life is for nothing.

But Fan Lan didn't say anything. When he asked, he just looked away indifferently and said nothing.

He is actually not a person who lives for the affirmation of others, but Fan Lan is different, he gives his other half of life, he is different.

From before, he felt that Fan Lan was different from these three thousand worlds.

In the first half of his life, Xie Mian felt that he was an ordinary person, no matter whether he was going to school or going to work or getting married and having children, he was no different from others.

Overnight, my parents disappeared, and somehow became the owner of a coffin shop.

The responsibility of beheading the soul on the spot or sending it to hell, such a slight negligence that would subvert the Three Realms, just fell on his head unavoidably.

No negotiation, no retreat.

When he had nothing to rely on, he met Fan Lan.

That person who looked out of line with seriousness, even everyone in the coffin shop disliked him, actually made him feel at ease in his bones.

Believe that as long as he is there, no matter what happens, it doesn't matter.

After all, he is Fan Lan.

He gritted his teeth and shouldered the responsibility. Although he couldn't make himself as strong as him, it could at least make him worry less, and he didn't have to be distracted when something happened.

Xie Mian thought about it, and suddenly smiled.

Such self-forced strength, in his eyes, does not know how much sincerity can be taken away.

Shi Xuezhe said, how can such a person still love after tens of thousands of years of time.

No.

Fan Lan will patiently answer him when he doesn't understand anything, protect him when he is in danger, and lead him step by step into areas he has never seen before.

He didn't say hello when he came, and he didn't say a word when he left. Who would want to see such a thing!

Xie Mian gritted her teeth and wiped her eyes. Seeing the wet mess between her fingers, she thought that this person is really the worst bastard.

However, so much tenderness was sprinkled in his life.

**

Fan Lan stood by the Wangchuan River, looking at the calm river with indifferent eyes. There was not even a ripple on the pitch-black water.

He raised his hand, and threw something into it, leaving circles of water marks.

"Have you noticed any changes in the underworld?" Fan Lan asked without turning his head. The people behind him didn't speak, and he didn't continue to ask.

"You are already the object of suspicion, otherwise you wouldn't come back at this time."

Fan Lan slightly raised her head, and smiled softly: "There are not many people in the Three Realms who can have this kind of calculation and ability, and can benefit from it."

Ksitigarbha raised his feet and stood in front, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but this smile was not like Fan Lan's cold sarcasm, but a kindness.

"The legal system we had back then is no longer suitable for the present, and it's no surprise that he wants to seize power, but he shouldn't." After saying that, he sighed slightly: "You were the one who promoted him to the position of Emperor of Heaven. At that time, the important things have been wiped out in the long river of time."

Fan Lan's eyes didn't turn away, she still looked at the peaceful Wangchuan River in front of her, and suddenly asked without beginning or end: "Where are you listening?"

"I've been feeling a little unwell recently. I'm resting at the mansion. Do you have anything to ask him?"

Fan Lan frowned slightly, seeing his old friend's still kind and warm expression, he didn't ask the question but changed the subject: "Qingqiu came to ask you about Qingmo's news, but you didn't tell them, or Di Ting really didn't listen arrive?"

The person behind him seemed to freeze suddenly, and his benevolent smile also froze for a while, and soon returned to normal: "I didn't hear that."

Fan Lan nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she turned around, raised her eyes slightly with her hands in her sleeves, and looked at him: "Not all ghosts in this world can be transformed, even if they are killed. It's not the same as transmutation."

Ksitigarbha gave a humming sound at the end: "Zhan Yu, if time has changed, even a person like you who only knows how to kill will say such compassionate words."

Fan Lan raised his head, lowered his eyes with a distant smile, "I've learned it since he died." After a pause, he said with a sigh, "You forgot."

"I'm not Zhan Yu anymore. I've been just Fan Lan since he died." After a pause, he raised his hand and looked at his white and clean palm. It was wiped out in that earthquake."

"I'm the same as Zhan Yu. Only when we're all dead can the heavens accommodate Xie Mian and the entire underworld." Fan Lan tilted her head and asked with a half-smile, "What do you think?"

Ksitigarbha's fingertips trembled, and one of the beads was crushed. It fell to the ground and bounced into the Wangchuan River, causing a small wave.

As expected, the Buddha beads fell into the river, and there were immediately miserable wailings one after another. It was the pain of the undead in the river being burned by ghost power.

This Ksitigarbha king, who swore he would never become a Buddha if hell is not empty, did not know when, on this road to Purdue, he had a demon in his body.

The inner demon has even affected Di Ting, and he can no longer hear the anomalies in the three realms.

Fan Lan thought it was a little ridiculous, he designed so many people on the road of clearing the underworld, even his feelings for Xie Mian were included, but in the end he was hindered by an "impossible" person.

That's right, he originally thought that someone would be able to take him away from Xie Mian's "parents" under his nose.

Even though he was busy repairing Xie Mian's Broken Soul and neglected to manage the underworld, it was not easy for Shi Xuezhe to defect.

The reason why he was able to stir up trouble with Qing Mo for so long, but he couldn't find any news about him, there must be someone in the underworld to help.

He always knew that there was a traitor in the underworld, but he never thought that the traitor would be him.

Using Shi Xuezhe to perform the head-down technique, Xiao Shan and Ming Qiu were injured in Shanjiang, Yan Lingniao took Bai Qi away, and built a small underworld in Nancheng.

If it was him, everything would make sense.

"How long."

Ksitigarbha looked at him quietly, and moved his finger to the Buddhist beads. He knew that Fan Lan had finally found out. He originally wanted to defeat the demons by himself, but it seemed that he still couldn't.

"Nineteen thousand eight hundred and seventy three days."