Fox demon: Carry my piano music with me forever

Fu Changsheng always had a gentle smile on his face, and he walked forward lightly like a sunny boy next door.

"Don't be afraid, it will be over soon."

......

ten minutes later.

"Great." Fu Changsheng straightened his clothes and was in a good mood.

Zi Muruo on the other side covered her beautiful face with her hands, her eyes were red, tears fell uncontrollably, she looked at Fu Changsheng with shame and indignation, shaking with anger.

If looks could kill, Fu Changsheng would have been dead, twice.

"After we get out, I will kill you!" Zi Muruo said angrily, biting her teeth.

In response to this, Fu Changsheng shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, as if to say, "Whatever you want to do."

It’s simple. If someone says they want to chop you down through the Internet cable, would you care?

Seeing Fu Changsheng's indifferent look, Zi Murou became even angrier.

But the next moment, as if she suddenly thought of something, Zi Murou looked at Fu Changsheng with a cunning look.

"We've all cried, how about you?"

As she spoke, Zi Murou's fists were already clenched until they made crackling sounds.

Zi Murou: What goes around comes around, you Fu, you’re dead!

"Well...Brother Fu, if you can't cry, I can help you." Jiang Shaotian, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly stood up.

Jiang Shaotian: I'm sorry, Brother Fu, this is all for your own good. It's definitely not because I want to take revenge.

"Ok?"

The next moment, just as the two were about to take action, Fu Changsheng suddenly raised his head.

The moment he raised his head, Jiang Shaotian and Zi Muruo were stunned at the same time.

I don’t know when it started, but Fu Changsheng’s eyes suddenly turned red, and tears filled his bloodshot eyes.

Finally, a teardrop as big as a bean fell slowly, leaving a deep tear mark on Fu Changsheng's clean cheek.

The moment he raised his eyes, Fu Changsheng's face was still filled with an innocent look as if he had just woken up from a dream, as if he was a peerless young man abandoned by the whole world. His innocence was mixed with a pitiful temperament, so pitiful and lamentable.

Zi Murou, Jiang Shaotian:......

Chapter 66: First Meeting with the Human Emperor

"Okay, let's go in."

After the four of them wandered outside the temple for a long time, Fu Changsheng took a deep breath and stepped into the temple gate.

The few of them walked into the temple almost along the same route they took yesterday.

However, at this moment, only four people out of the original team of 27 were still alive.

When passing by the big tree, several people stopped.

They rested in this place yesterday, and it was under this tree that Qi Tian died.

However, at this moment, the white silk disappeared.

Qi Tian’s body is also missing!

"What's going on?" Jiang Shaotian suddenly frowned.

Zi Muruo folded her hands and glanced at the temple expressionlessly.

"Just think about it. So many people came in before but couldn't get out. We didn't even see a dead body."

"It must have been swallowed up by this world."

Hearing this, Fu Changsheng also nodded.

"Wu...Senior Sister..." The little sister choked up twice, tears welling up in her eyes, and her little hands kept wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Not long after, a loud shout suddenly came from the hall, attracting the attention of several people at the same time.

"Lift up the coffin!"

"F-in--!"

Bang bang clang clang!!!

Then, there was the sound of beating gongs and drums.

Looking up, I saw a group of people in white mourning clothes lined up and walked out of the altar.

A huge funeral procession walked out of the altar, with the people at the front holding up wreaths. The coffin was carried out by eight big men, and the silent royal majesty had not yet disappeared.

Looking closely, their bodies had returned to normal appearance, and there was still life on their faces.

The entire funeral procession was just like yesterday, as if everything that happened last night was just a nightmare for everyone.

"Let's go." Fu Changsheng was not surprised and raised his hand to signal him to follow.

The few of them didn't say much and followed the funeral procession silently.

After leaving the temple, the funeral procession headed north.

Gradually, the funeral procession reached the edge of the village.

To everyone's surprise, the funeral procession actually walked out of the village.

Even Fu Changsheng and the others who were following behind came out!

Yesterday, when Fu Changsheng and his two companions were looking for the rest of the team, they walked through the entire village.

But when they wanted to step out of the village, they would find themselves stuck in circles like before, unable to take a single step out of the village.

It was not until the end of the Chen hour that the funeral procession arrived at a plain.

Jiang Shaotian looked back and could hardly see the village behind him.

During the final burial procession, for some unknown reason, the entire funeral procession suddenly turned around.

"Ok?"

In an instant, Fu Changsheng suddenly noticed that everyone turned around and looked at him.

"Child, go ahead." A moment later, an old man with a kind face walked up to Fu Changsheng, smiled and raised his hand to signal Fu Changsheng to go up.

When the three people nearby saw this scene, their nerves instantly tensed up, their hearts almost jumped into their throats, and their eyes all turned to Fu Changsheng.

According to my memory from yesterday, once you are targeted by these undertakers, it is basically like being at the gambling table with the god of death, and you may die at any time!

"Brother Fu..." Jiang Shaotian looked at Fu Changsheng with some concern.

The old man didn't say anything else. He just waved at Fu Changsheng and walked to the front of the team.

Fu Changsheng was silent for a moment, then followed silently.

When Fu Changsheng walked to the front of the team, he saw a simple earth pit in front of him.

Inside the earth pit, a pitch-black coffin lay quietly.

It was the first time that Fu Changsheng observed the coffin up close, or rather, felt the breath in the coffin up close.

This aura is domineering, yet gentle at the same time.

For some reason, Fu Changsheng seemed to already know what he should do.

Fu Changsheng slowly bent down, gently scooped up a handful of yellow soil, and poured it on the black coffin.

Fu Changsheng performed this simple action while the other mourners watched in silence.

The mourners all faced the coffin and bowed their heads together, as if they were mourning or saying goodbye.

Fu Changsheng's movements were very slow, but at the same time, he was more serious than at any time in the past half of his life.

Without a shovel, Fu Changsheng buried the coffin under the ground with his hands.

After a long time, Fu Changsheng, who had done all this, slowly stood up, his body covered with a lot of dust.

There is no burial chamber and no burial objects. It is just a very simple earthen grave, so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary.

The old man behind him gradually handed over a wooden sign and a brush.

"I am illiterate, child, come here." The old man had a peaceful smile on his face.

For some reason, looking at the smile on the other person's face, Fu Changsheng saw the shadow of a living person in these mourners for the first time.

Fu Changsheng took the wooden plaque and inserted it in front of the grave. After pondering for a long time, he slowly wrote three vigorous and powerful cursive characters on the wooden plaque.

——Tomb of the Human Emperor

hum~~~

The next moment, Fu Changsheng suddenly felt dizzy.

In an instant, a flash of white light suddenly exploded in front of Fu Changsheng's eyes, and everything in front of him suddenly began to become a little unreal!

When Fu Changsheng came to his senses, the earthen grave in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Including the funeral procession behind them, they all disappeared.

Fu Changsheng looked up in a daze and found himself standing by a long river.

There was a figure sitting on a stone platform by the river.

He was a man with a childlike face and white hair, wearing a very simple cloth robe, quietly looking at the rushing river in front of him.

Gradually, the man turned around and gave Fu Changsheng a strange smile.

"You came."

An ethereal voice sounded, as if the surrounding space was speaking for him, and the soft voice seemed to soothe people's hearts.

The man's snow-white hair looked particularly beautiful. His long silver hair fell down and coiled on the ground like willow branches, making him look like an immortal living deep in the Jade Palace in heaven.

The avenue surrounded him. Fu Changsheng couldn't see his face clearly, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of affinity and awe in his heart.

If there is only one person in the world who can be worshipped as a god, it must be the person in front of us.

"Come here and sit with me for a while." Fuxi waved his hand, motioning Fu Changsheng to sit next to him.