Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

At this moment, even the children felt an inexplicable pressure, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping their hearts, making everyone present feel suffocated and depressed.

Hu Xingzhi leaned against the window, looking at the scenery outside flowing past and rapidly receding... At this moment, they had left the range of Jueyunjian, were passing by Wangshu Inn, and then headed south along the official road.

Along the way, those familiar mountains and fields, these scenes once brought him countless memories, but maybe because it was at night, so it was not so clear, it felt a little distorted, as if the past and the present overlapped in front of him, making him feel extremely lost. Perhaps it was because he realized that from now on, the person who closely connected everyone together would stop at the corner of life, and would turn around and leave, disappearing forever in his life. The bits and pieces of the past emerged in front of his eyes, those times spent with his father from childhood to adulthood, those warm or embarrassing pictures kept flashing back in his mind... He had made his father angry and left capriciously to pursue his dreams. But his father never really blamed him... In fact, did everyone around him really blame him?

At this time, he heard a dripping sound coming from outside the car, and he noticed belatedly that it was drizzling outside. The raindrops fell on the ground, wet the car window glass, and splashed a layer of light ripples. He stared at these ripples quietly, as if he could see the waves deep in his heart from them.

Hu Xingzhi turned his head to look at his sister who was sitting beside him. She was just leaning against the wall of the car quietly, with empty eyes. He didn't know what she was thinking. In fact, it was not difficult to understand... It was just like him, just turning over and over those beautiful and happy past in his mind and reappearing in front of his eyes... However, life is always inevitable. This is the price of life... It is also the issue that the ferryman of the Wangsheng Hall, who is closest to life and death, must face.

"Don't be too sad, Ah Huan... You should understand that sooner or later, you will have to face it." Hu Xingzhi spoke softly to comfort her.

"I just feel very surprised... I thought he could last forever, his health has always been good..." Lin Huan murmured, with his eyes slightly red.

Hu Xingzhi patted Lin Huan on the shoulder and said nothing more. He understood Lin Huan's feelings. After all, no one could easily accept the sudden death of a loved one.

The rain was getting heavier, as if it was telling of endless sorrow. A gloomy atmosphere filled the carriage, making people feel more and more depressed.

In the deep night of Liyue Harbor, everything was silent, so quiet that it made people feel a little scared. Even the bright lights were turned off, as if the whole world had fallen asleep. Only the red lantern hanging high above the gate tower was still quietly emitting a faint light, as if silently guarding those travelers who had not yet returned home. Its existence brought a touch of warmth and hope to this dark night, making people feel the vitality and vigor of this city.

The carriage slowly passed the gatehouse and finally stopped in front of the Wangsheng Hall. Hu Xingzhi jumped off the carriage, stood still, turned around and stretched out his hand, carefully helping the family members in the carriage get off one by one.

The attendants at the door had been waiting for a long time. When they saw them get off the car, they came forward. Without saying a word, they silently took the luggage from their hands and led them into the Hall of the Dead.

Although it was late at night, the hall of the deceased was still brightly lit. With the help of friends and relatives in Liyue Harbor, the ceremonial attendants arranged everything in an orderly manner and waited for the family members to return to take charge of the overall situation.