The next day.

It was not dawn.

Bai Ming stood up slightly and did not wake up Xiao Chuanyi who had just fallen asleep.

After thinking about it, she finally couldn't bear to face the death of her relatives.

So she entrusted Xiao Chuanyi to Cheng Bi to take care of her, and she and her sister-in-law went to Yinshan to pick up bones.

But when they walked out of the yard with the coffin, the sleeping child stood at the door with red eyes.

Xiao Chuanyi was wearing plain clothes, holding a soul-suming banner in his hand, standing straight in the cold wind, and Cheng Bi, who looked ashamed, stood beside him.

"Big Aunt," Xiao Chuanyi stared at Bai Mingwei straight, "Chuanyi is going too."

Bai Ming opened his mouth slightly, but when he reached his mouth, she swallowed it again.

Xiao Chuanyi condensed Bai Mingwei, and begged with a firm look: "Grand aunt, you don't agree, who will carry the banner?"

Bai Mingwei was silent for a moment.

Since ancient times, the soul-summoning banners have been carried by the eldest son or grandson.

But at present, the Bai family has no eldest son or grandson.

Apart from Chuanyi, the eldest grandson, who will carry the soul-shocking banner?

Qi's sister-in-law advised: "Chuanyi, it's cold and the earth is cold, and my aunt is also thinking about you. Besides, there are not only our relatives in the Yin Mountains, you are still young, so it's really cruel for you to face those things."

Xiao Chuanyi made a loud voice: "Chuanyi is a man from this family. His father said that men should shelter women from the wind and rain. As a man, how can Chuanyi let his aunts and aunts go by themselves?"

"Although Chuanyi cannot share the burden for you, he can face the grief of losing his loved ones with you and face the fear of the sea of ​​blood."

"Aunts, as weak women, all of them can move forward bravely without hesitation. Chuanyi is a man, so how can he hide behind everyone?"

Several sister-in-law looked at each other and their eyes were red.

The men from the Bai family are really the same.

They have always been able to consciously assume the responsibility of being a man, and support the sky like a pillar, so as to protect the women in this family from storms.

At that time, they all felt that they were the happiest woman in the world and were happy because of being cared for by their husbands.

But when this child, who should have been protected by everyone, said that he would bear the responsibility that belongs to men and face it with them.

But in their hearts, they were filled with sadness.

This is just a child!

Bai Ming took a deep breath and held back the distress in his eyes: "It's my eldest aunt who is narrow-minded and reluctant to let Chuanyi face those, but she forgot that Chuanyi is so brave."

Bai Mingwei stretched out his hand to Chuanyi: "Come to my aunt, let's go pick up my relatives home together."

Xiao Chuanyi walked steadily to Bai Mingwei with the soul-summoning banner.

The fire that once burned the enemy's corpses was extinguished, but there was still an unpleasant smell in the air.

Feng Qingchen left the city early and went to check the location of the food.

Bai Mingwei entrusted Yao Cheng to Wei Xiao, led the women, children and guards of the Bai family, and set out from Yao Cheng with eleven coffins and headed to Yinshan outside Pingcheng.

When the people heard the news, the women with quick hands and feet volunteered to go to the wounded barracks to help so that their sisters-in-law would have no worries.

Bai Mingwei did not allow anyone to accompany him, but the people stood on both sides of the street and watched the team leave.

At this time, the Bai family team was covered in white and covered in white.

Xiao Chuanyi walked in the front, carrying a soul-striking banner.

He was extremely dark, his face was extremely white, and his steps were steadily.

Due to the long distance, the team switched to a carriage after leaving the city.

Before being carried by Bai Mingwei on the horse, Xiao Chuanyi respectfully bowed to Yinshan, and a tender and crisp sound rang in everyone's ears.

"Grandfather, second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, father, several uncles, Chuanyi, aunt and aunt, I'll take you home now!"

The Bai family's guard raised the paper money, and the white paper drifted all over the sky, spreading it on the side of the road.

Xiao Chuanyi didn't cry, no one cried

Although there were no tears, all the sadness fell in my eyes, and it was cold and silent.

The team walked on the official road and headed towards Pingcheng.

All the way, everyone didn't say anything, and what echoed in their ears was the sound of paper money scattering and the creaking sound of carriages rolling on the road.

Xiao Chuanyi always held the soul-summoning banner on his hand tightly, and even if his hands were sore, he stubbornly refused to let go.

When the team arrived at Pingcheng, the city gate was wide open and the people had already knelt all over the ground, from the north gate to the south gate.

It seems that everyone in the city has come out.

In order to avoid more trouble, Bai Mingwei did not ask the soldiers and the people to help, and issued an order early, not allowing anyone to interfere in today's affairs.

But these people still use their own ways to express their respect for heroic spirits.

There were no tears, no heart-wrenching cry, and no low sobs.

However, the plain white clothes, the pitch-black coffin, and the people who solemnly knelt all over the ground made the air full of indescribable sadness.

Faced with all this, Xiao Chuanyi still did not cry.

He always remembers his identity, holds the soul-summoning banner in his hand, looks ahead, and has a firm face.

Until the team passed by the people and was about to leave the city.

Some people stood up silently, and some held bells and shook gently.

An old man with white hair stood behind the team and called out in a hoarse and tragic voice: "The heroic spirit who is lost in the darkness and cannot find the way home."

"The people of Pingcheng, here to ring the ringtone for you. Please follow the Bai family's team and follow the direction of the ringtone and return!"

"Back from that cold valley! Although this is not your hometown, you will always remember your deeds and provide a place for your heroic souls..."

As the old man finished speaking, the crisp ringtone rang continuously.

Until Bai Mingwei and his team were far away from Pingcheng, they could still hear the ringtone vaguely, and they were ringing tirelessly behind them.

It took three hours from dawn to now that the team finally arrived at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.

The high mountain, the peaks cannot be seen.

The long valley has no end.

A white mist enveloped the mountains, blocking everything in the valley, but could not stop the dead aura that came out of the valley.

When the carriage could not move, the group unloaded the carriage and changed it to walking.

The Bai family's guards carried the coffin, Bai Mingwei led Xiao Chuanyi, Cheng Bi held Bai Xiuying, while several sisters-in-laws watched Yu Jiao.

The group stepped on the messy shrubs and grass and slowly entered the valley.

The more you go into the valley, the colder it becomes, as if water turns into ice.

When they entered the valley, the biting cold air came to their faces like a sharp knife.

Only then did they realize that the valley was particularly cold.

The ground was frozen hard. In some places, thick ice was scattered on the plains, and these ice seemed to have accumulated for thousands of years and never melted.

The colder air made people tremble.

Although they were wearing thick cotton coats and were walking around all the time, they were still shivering from the cold.

Bai Ming clenched Xiao Chuanyi's cold hand tightly and gave him warmth and comfort in this way.

At this moment, no one still cried.

until--

Until Bai Mingwei, who was walking in the front, stopped and choked up his throat, calling out a hoarse and broken "father".

Yes, Bai Weiyong's eldest son Bai Boyuan died at the forefront of their route.

Behind him were corpses everywhere, and endless corpses were scattered and piled up, forming a mountain of corpses.

There is no corpse energy that is imagined soaring into the sky, nor does the maggots that are imagined to squirm.

The low temperature kept every bone here and preserved the tragic tragedy of that day.

Wherever you see, there are all corpses on the ground, and the number seems to be more than the weeds growing outside the valley.

There are countless numbers and no end to see.

Bai Boyuan was wearing armor, holding a heavy sword in his hand, and half-kneeled on a pile of corpses.

Judging from his clothes, the ones who died at his feet were all enemy troops.

And his body was filled with arrow feathers.

The cold made him frozen into an ice sculpture, and the blood flowing on his body condensed into red ice.

He just half-kneeled, dying on the battlefield with a lot of unwillingness and regrets.
To be continued...