The copper pot drips, time passes by bit by bit.

It's late at night.

Everyone was crowded in Bai Jing's room, looking at him in a drowsy mood.

At this time.

Bai Jing suddenly took a quick breath and gasped until the breath came up. He bit his arm and whimpered: "Father..."

Seeing that Bai Jing woke up and was shocked, Cui breathed a sigh of relief.

Several sisters-in-law and Chuanyi also breathed a sigh of relief.

Bai Xiuying cried and comforted: "Fifth brother, don't cry, they are all heroes, we should be proud."

Bai Jing broke away from Bai Xiuying, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, stood up staggeringly, and asked hoarsely: "Where are they? Where are they?"

Cui quickly supported him: "Husband, I'll take you there."

Bai Jing was just supported by Cui and staggered.

But halfway through, he suddenly stopped, his feet seemed to be entangled by something, and it was difficult for him to take a step.

What entangled his feet was a sudden emergence of fear.

It seems that as long as you don't go, you can deceive yourself that all this is fake.

It seems that as long as you don’t move forward, the Bai family’s Huang’s will not die.

His father did not die, his uncle did not die, and neither his second and third uncles nor his third uncles died.

So many brothers, not even dead...

Bai Jing shrank his feet, as if there was a terrible beast ahead. His face turned pale and he looked so white.

But in the end, he still plucked up the courage to push Cui away and staggered towards the room ahead.

He walked with one step at a time, but he still got there.

Wherever you see, are several black coffins.

The mourning hall has not been arranged yet, but the coffins are arranged neatly, which also fills the house.

A slightly damaged soul-summoning banner leaned alone against the coffin in the middle.

A table was placed in the corner, with spiritual positions on top of it, and three incense sticks were burned halfway.

This is his father and brother's mourning hall.

So simple, so deserted, so unknown.

Bai Jing put his hands on one of the coffins, his lips trembling, his body trembling, and his heart was even more upside down.

He lay on the coffin for a while, and pushed the lid of the coffin hard for a while.

But the coffin was nailed, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake it at all.

So he shouted and roared: "Open the coffin! Open the coffin! If I can't see them, I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

Cui couldn't stop him and cried and advised, "Husband, they are all inside, they have been buried well, they have been buried in the coffin, and it is unlucky to open the coffin."

The second sister-in-law Ren said, "Fifth brother, your second brother is inside, and your second uncle is inside too..."

The third sister-in-law cried and said, "Fifth brother, your third brother and third uncle are also inside..."

The fourth sister-in-law cried so hard that she couldn't do it herself: "Fifth brother, your fourth brother has also been picked up, and he is here too."

The sixth sister-in-law burst into tears: "Fifth brother, the fifth sister-in-law didn't lie to you, your sixth brother is here too."

Bai Xiuying burst into tears: "Our father, our father is also..."

After enduring the inhuman grinding in the mine, Bai Jing's mind was already on the verge of collapse. At this time, he was shackled by helplessness and madness, and he couldn't listen to everyone's words.

He just cried stubbornly, shouted loudly, and shouted helplessly: "I don't believe it! I don't believe it if I can't see them!"

Seeing that Bai Jing was reluctant and bleeding from his body, Xiao Chuanyi clenched his fists and shouted: "Come here!"

The guard with red eyes immediately walked in: "Little master, please give me instructions."

Xiao Chuanyi closed his eyes and his breathing was blocked: "Open the coffin, open my father's coffin."

Everyone exclaimed: "Transfer to the righteousness!"

Cui kept shook his head: "It is absolutely impossible to pass on the meaning of the word. Since ancient times, the sealing of the coffin has never been opened easily, which is unlucky."

Chuanyi said firmly: "I think my father will definitely forgive me. Uncle Wu is his beloved younger brother. Uncle Wu wants to see him for the last time, but he will not disagree."

So Xiao Chuanyi ordered: "Open, open my father's coffin."

Chuanyi insisted, no one stopped him anymore.

So the nail was pulled out, and the heavy coffin lid slowly moved away, revealing Bai Jun in a long life suit.

Bai Jing lay on the coffin and looked at it for a long time. His eyes were never convinced to be unbelievable. He recognized his elder brother...

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood gushed out, and Bai Jing knelt on the ground with his chest and mouth.

"Husband..."

"Fifth Brother..."

"Fifth brother..."

"Uncle Fifth..."

Everyone called it a group, and Bai Mingwei's figure also happened to appear at the door.

Inside.

Bai Jingruan fell in Cui's arms, with the blood that had just been vomited on his lips, which was shocking.

He was stunned, as if his soul had been taken away in an instant, and his body was surrounded by death. His thin and bone-skinned face turned even more gray.

In fact, he noticed it.

Mingwei, who rescued him from the mine and Huo Family Army who stood in the yard to guard him, made him realize something, but he could still deceive himself.

It was not until he saw the corpse of his elder brother's unrecognizable face that he finally realized that it was time to wake up.

But how do people accept this fact?

Defeating a man with high spirits is not a thousand troops or a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Just one message, one that can defeat his mind.

The thin-dressed boy half leaned in his wife's arms, slowly raised a pair of broken hands and covered his face full of medicine.

Tears and blood overflowed from the fingers.

His voice was hoarse and crying: "My father and uncle, my brother, my younger brother, are they all gone? Are they all gone?"

Cui did not dare to move, so she slowly stretched out her hand to touch her husband.

But... she could not reach out halfway, she could no longer reach out.

Because she knew that she could not comfort her husband or the boy who had lost many families.

This is just a teenager!

On the battlefield, the boy who has to tie red silk to his head to show his inspiration...

He was not killed in the battlefield, but he escaped by chance. He just survived and died again.

Death in this desperate sorrow.

Bai Jing looked up and turned to the direction of the Bai family's female family with difficulty.

Su Bai, filial piety clothes... all this looked so sad in his eyes.

His lips were stained with blood, and his eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

He suddenly got up, but fell to the ground again, and then got up with his hands and feet, climbing and holding the coffin.

His eyes slowly moved, and then he called out everyone.

"Uncle..."

"Second uncle..."

"The third uncle..."

"Father……"

"Brother..."

"Second brother..."

"Third brother..."

"Fourth brother..."

"Why are there two coffins missing? Who else...who else?!"

Bai Xiuying stepped forward and held his arm, with tears in her eyes: "Fifth brother, there is still seventh brother who has not been found..."
To be continued...