Ninety-Nine is like being taken from the soul at this moment, becoming like a zombie.∮No matter how the Xuanyin calls, it is meaningless.

Xiahou Jiaoyan looked at her coldly, then said, "She can't wake up anymore."

"She...she still has a heartbeat!"

"Our team won't stop. If you stop here, you will be 'lost' forever."

Lost forever...

Xuanyin has no doubt about this.

And indeed... everyone in this funeral procession was still moving. If this continues, she will be completely lost here.

The rain drenched her body.

"I won't wait for you anymore."

This is Xiahou Jiaoyan’s last warning.

Seeing the team passing by her completely, Xuanyin finally felt a trace of fear. She knew more than anyone else what would happen next...

"Walk."

Jiao Yan didn't give her any time to hesitate. This team could not stop.

Xuanyin raised her head. The rain instantly sprinkled on her cheeks, and what caught her eye was Xiahou Jiaoyan's cold eyes.

Finally, the ninety-nine hand she held was hanging down.

Xiahou Jiaoyan gestured to a red servant, who immediately understood and then re-built an umbrella for him. And Xuanyin could only support her weak body and stand up again.

In the end, she could only continue to move with the funeral procession. She turned around from time to time to look at Ninety Nine who was lying on the ground. However, no one except her paid attention to Nine Nine Nine. Just like... she was a person who did not exist at all.

And this time, she looked at a red servant who had held an umbrella for her again and asked, "May I ask... what is your number?"

"Ninety-nine."

"Nine...Ninety-nine?"

"Yes. My original number was one hundred, but now there is no ninety-nine, so I am ninety-nine now."

I see.

This so-called number is just a pure code name, a code name that anyone can be replaced, that's all. From now on, Ninety-Nine will completely no longer exist, and no one will pay attention to her.

In the end, Aoyin had to accept this strange atmosphere.

Yes...isn't it the same as myself?

She killed someone for the map. However, to this day, she had almost never felt guilty about the fact that she had killed someone. She had never even recalled the old woman she killed. In this way, the strange behavior of these red-clothed servants seemed to be nothing strange.

This is true, both for actors and for characters.

The team is still moving forward. The dark banknotes are still spreading in the sky, and then sprinkling from the sky. Xuanyin looks at the dark banknotes scattered on the ground... No, maybe they should be called the dark banknotes? It is really for the deceased? Xuanyin believes that this is by no means the dark banknotes in the usual sense, but the dark banknotes that can be truly used by the deceased!

At this time, the road became muddy and the sky became darker and darker.

At this moment, Xiahou Jiaoyan cleared his throat and shouted: "Light a lantern...send the deceased to the road!"

So... a group of servants in red began to ignite the red lanterns in their hands in this huge rain! Under the heavy rain, the lanterns were ignited one by one, becoming... the only light source in the darkness! What we have to do next is to follow the flames.

Like...ghost fire!

No... Xuanyin felt that this was really like ghost fire at this time!

Then, the servant in red in front continued to play the sorrow and music.

"Don't stay...Don't miss it...Don't miss it...Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil..."

At this time, Xuanyin began to feel an inexplicably strange feeling as she listened to them playing the strange music.

"Follow the fire." Xiahou Jiao Yan's voice came from behind: "If the fire disappears in front of you, you will never be able to go back."

The more Xuan Yin moves forward, the more she feels worried. Since she was born, she has never had such a strong ominous premonition.

If she continues to move forward...will she become the same as Ninety-Nine and the others?

But... I can't look back now. This funeral team is absolutely not allowed to stay. I can't!

I don't know how long... she suddenly felt... the rain stopped.

Yes, it stopped. There was no thunder in the sky. But... strangely, the sky was still pitch black!

You know, according to the time, it should be three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and it is far from dark! However, the time is even darker than two or three o'clock in the morning!

In front of her, there were only a few "ghost fires" burning, guiding her and the people in red who were singing sorrow and joy... This scene made her feel that she seemed to be extraditioned to hell...

"vomit……"

Almost never ate much, but she vomited again.

"Vomit...Vomit...Vomit...Vomit..."

She was almost vomiting so much that she had vomited even her stomach acid, while "Ninety-Nine" on the side patted her back.

"Are you okay? Miss Aoin?"

"Yes...it's okay..."

The gorgeous voice, who was so exhausted that he vomited, asked, "How far is it? The tomb of the Xiahou family?"

However, before she could answer "Ninety-Nine" she had already said: "Forget it, what's the use of asking you... You definitely don't know..."

"Plop"...

"Plop"...

Beside him, men in red fell down one after another. No one paid attention to them, and they were still moving forward as usual. Just like that... they continued to move forward.

"It's coming soon. You can bear it for a while."

At this time, Jiao Yan behind him said, "Remember, no matter what happens, you have to keep up with the team. Do you understand?"

"Really... is it coming soon?"

"Yeah. It's coming soon."

"Will I... be like Ninety-Nine and the others..."

"No. You can rest assured that this is the case. Because you are from the Xiahou family. Even if you are divided, your surname is Xiahou. Therefore, you are different from these slaves."

In front of these men in red, the word "slave" was spoken, but the people in red had no reaction at all.

"But... compared with the Zong family, we are just a little higher-level slave. We are just a few, and we are not given a number."

Are the people who separate the family just slaves of the Zong family? Xuanyin completely believed this. After his death, he was buried with ordinary residents of Minshan and could not enter the Zong family's tomb. The Chinese attach great importance to the specifications of funerals. From this point alone, it is enough to see the huge difference in status between the Zong family and the Zong family.

"The man in red...how many people can hold on until the end?"

"I won't die, don't worry."

For the people of the Xiahou family, the slaves in red seem to be just consumables. As long as they are not dead, they are only worried about this. For the people of the Xiahou family, they cannot be considered humans at all, but something worse than animals.

At this moment... a crazy gust of wind began to hit...

Then, she saw a new fire light not far ahead.

That was... a dark blue fire!

Several balls of such firelight appeared in front of them.

"What is that?" Xuanyin looked at the faint blue fire, and the first concept that came into her mind was-

Ghost Fire!

If she saw it somewhere else, she might not have easily associated it with the word "ghost fire", but now it is completely different. She is now uncontrollably associated with it.

"Don't talk." Xiahou Jiaoyan said in a voice that was so low that she could hear.

At this moment, the red firelight in the man in red in front and the blue firelight opposite stopped at the same time.

Under the light of the lanterns, she could still see the scene ahead clearly. However, at this time, she could not see the scene opposite at all.

However... on her side, she saw the group of men in red carrying the coffin and moving towards the position of the blue firelight opposite her!

What is this...doing...

What's even more strange is that when the group of people in red lifted the coffin opposite, Xuanyin could no longer see them clearly.

After a long time, the people in red walked back from the opposite side of the darkness.

Then, the faint blue "ghost fires" gradually disappeared in sight.

"It's OK. Let's go."

it's over?

This...is over?

What about the sect tomb? Is this the so-called sect tomb?

However, no matter what, it's enough to end it. She didn't want to continue this strange journey for a second. She just hoped to end all this as soon as possible.

Sure enough, Xiahou Tailan's voice came from the front: "It's OK. Now... go back!"
To be continued...