A candlestick was blown down by the wind and rolled into the coffin.

Xin Lin walked forward and picked up the candlestick. Xin loosened his hand and a ball of paper fell out of his hand.

He held half a token in the paper ball, which was the word "Chu". Then he looked at the paper ball, and said, "Go to find your father, Zixiao City Chu Beiqing."

The handwriting is either heavy or light, and is written in blood. The blood is dark red and it is not long after it is written.

Xin Lin's eyes shrank heavily, as if he saw a woman seriously ill, so he had to get up and write this line of words in a hurry.

Zixiao City is the important land of Longteng, where the imperial city of the country is located.

Chu Beiqing thought he was not an ordinary person to gain a foothold in Zixiao City.

This is the real reason why Xin asked Xin Lin to come back.

She had not contacted her for four years. At the moment of death, Xin realized Sikong Ran's true face. She also knew that her daughter was entrusted. Her only worry was her daughter's livelihood.

Chu Beiqing is her last hope and the last way she, as a mother, left for her daughter.

"Don't worry, I will find Chu Beiqing, and I will avenge you and your daughter."

Xin Lin looked at the woman in the coffin and bowed deeply.

She held that page tightly in her hand.

Unfortunately, she has no chance with Xin.

She was lonely all her life and never had family with her. How much she wanted to be happy in this life, she still missed it.

It was not until the sky gradually brightened that Xin Lin left the Xin family.

Today is the day of Xin’s funeral, and the villagers are also simple and come to see Xin’s death.

"Congratulations, Aunt Sikong, Sikong has made great achievements this time. Don't forget all of us in the future."

"You are kind to you. Aran grew up in Qian Village, and our Sikong family will never forget our roots."

A woman walked towards the Xin family surrounded by her neighbors.

The woman is out of 40, with a bloated figure and a very mediocre appearance.

Although I was here for funerals, I was wearing heavy makeup and a bright red robe.

When she arrived at Xin's house, a hint of disgust flashed in the woman's eyes, but her face was still full of smiles.

This person is Sikong Ran's mother Sikong Lan. Because her family was in trouble, she had to hide in Qian Village and join these mountain village men.

When Aran was a child, she liked to play with the little monster from the Xin family. She also had a noble face and looked down on her and A Ran.

Now, A Ran of her family has become a disciple of Xuantian Sect, and the little monster of the Xin family has become a wanted criminal that everyone calls for and beats, and is also the most despicable prostitute.

If A Ran hadn't insisted and said that she wanted to gain a good reputation, she wouldn't bother to pay attention to Xin's life or death.

Sikong was being praised by others, and suddenly someone shouted.

"It's a fire, it's a fire!"

Sikong and the villagers were shocked. Sikong looked closely and saw two houses in the north.

Sikong's face changed drastically, that wasn't it her house.

She ran north in a panic, and the villagers looked at each other.

At this time, someone exclaimed.

"The coffin is gone!"

The Xin family's house was empty, and Xin's coffin disappeared.

Sikong ran all the way and finally arrived in front of the house. When he looked closely, he found that there was no fire at all. There were only a few haystacks piled up at the door of the house. I didn’t know that it was the naughty child who lit the haystacks.

There was a false alarm, and Sikong cursed. At this moment, a black shadow suddenly came from behind him.

A burlap bag fell from the sky, covering Sikong's forehead, and a shower-like stick fell down.
Chapter completed!