Tears kept flowing out of Bai Yushuang's eyes again. I still remember that the last time she cried like this was when her father was framed by Bai Xianfeng, expelled from the family, and finally died in a foreign land.

After that, Bai Yushuang was alone in the war-torn country. She was once trafficked as a commodity and did not cry. She was abused and beaten in a black kiln. Later, she was sold arms and was chased by the enemy while filing various weapons. No matter how much pain she suffered, she did not cry.

But at this time Bai Yushuang cried, crying loudly, because her eldest son Xia Tian was the one who was happy to treat her wholeheartedly after she had lost family affection since she was a child.

He not only treats her like a relative, but also treats every brother and sister in the Heavenly King Hall.

If Xia Tian explained here today, how could she explain to the brothers and sisters of the Heavenly King Palace and how to give herself an explanation.

Bai Yushuang's mind was blank, and the only thing she thought was to run with Xia Tian on her back and to a place where Xia Tian could be treated.

Inadvertently, Bai Yushuang and his friends came to Bai Guhong's grave in front of the cemetery.

The grave cultivation is extremely grand. If it were on weekdays, Bai Yushuang would definitely kneel down to worship, but at this time she just glanced at Bai Guhong's grave and continued to run forward with Xia Tian on her back.

Soon, they passed through this Bai Family Cemetery, and behind the cemetery, there was a small forest.

The woods are quiet and the night wind blows, and some leaves float down from the sky, falling on the white feather frost and Xia Tian. In the deepest part of the woods, a melodious sound of flutes came.

The sound of the flute was so familiar. Bai Yushuang always felt that she had heard it somewhere, but because she was too nervous and anxious at this time, she couldn't remember when she had heard the sound of the flute.

"Miss Yushuang, you can stop at the end of the woods."

The dragon servant behind him reminded him that Bai Yushuang ran to the end of the woods with big strides.

At the end of this forest there was actually a bamboo forest. The bamboo forest was not big, but each bamboo grew very green and dense. There was a bamboo house under the bamboo forest, and an old man stood in front of the bamboo house.

The old man was holding a bamboo flute in his hand, playing the song that Bai Yushuang was very familiar with.

Bai Yushuang suddenly remembered that this song was the one she liked to play when she was a child, and her grandfather Bai Guhong liked to play it to her the most.

At that time, Bai Yushuang didn't know how to play the flute, so she often pestered Bai Guhong to play it for her, and asked Bai Guhong to teach her, but Bai Yushuang couldn't learn it. The flute was like a duck with a broken throat. She screamed.

Familiar songs, familiar people.

When he saw the old man standing in front of the bamboo house, Bai Yushuang was stunned.

"grandfather?"

Bai Yushuang couldn't believe her eyes. How could Bai Guhong, who had obviously been buried in the soil, stand here again?

Isn't he dead?

Hasn't he been buried in the Bai Family Cemetery?

Why did he stand here alive again? Is this a hell?

"grandfather?"

Subconsciously, Bai Yushuang, who was carrying Xia Tian, ​​took a step back to the back. In a short period of time, she could not accept such a fact, and could not react at all.
Chapter completed!