Devil reborn

That night, Liao Jiandong said to Luo Chen, "I owe you a funeral."

I'm sorry, I let you expose the dead body to the wilderness for so long, and now even though I have exhausted all means, I still can't find all the bones.

Luo Chen looked at him without saying a word, his expression showed no joy or anger, just so indifferent, he didn't say a word to Liao Jiandong all night.

Liao Jiadong suddenly longed for him to say something, even if he scolded him and cursed him like before, it was better than not saying a word.

Before Linmeng woke up, Luo Chen finally said a word to him - he didn't expect that it would be a prophecy.

The voice is sad, but mixed with infinite joy.

"Bury me, and you will all regret it."

No, Liao Jiandong shook his head, how could he regret it? !This is what he owes Luo Chen, a funeral is nothing, he even owes Luo Chen a life, and even more...

As the local emperor of Sengkang, Liao Jiandong was watched by countless pairs of eyes on every word and deed.

The Emperor of Earth suddenly ordered people to go around to find the best feng shui cemetery in Quanshenggang, find the best wood to make coffins, and ordered countless funeral offerings, funeral papers...even textbooks for children to learn, Countless books, drawing tools, the boy's clothes... It is said that they will be burned together.

Half of it was for the dead, and the other half seemed to be prepared by parents for their children who are about to enter school. This kind of funeral is really incredible.

In such a big battle, who died in the Liao family?Mingming's aunts and wives are living well, and the young masters and ladies are also there.

The people in Sengkang couldn't understand it until two weeks later, all the prominent figures in Sengkang received letters to attend the funeral of the fourth young master of the Liao family.

Fourth young master, who is that?Isn't there only three young masters in the Liao family?

So a few people remembered that there was indeed a fourth young master, the child of a prostitute or a girl, who was taken back to Liao's house when he was four or five years old and never showed up again. Unexpectedly, he died, and the cause of death is unknown. .

Alas, rich and powerful!

The funeral was unprecedentedly grand, and everyone who received the post went.They may not have the slightest friendship with the dead fourth young master, but just looking at how much Master Liao attached importance to this funeral, they can say that they must be present, not only to arrive, but also to put on a sad face, in order to " Miss "the fourth young master of the Liao family who died young.

At the funeral, Liao Jiandong's mood was particularly low, and his ears were filled with dull sorrow and joy. From time to time, someone would come up to offer a stick of incense to the young man in the black and white photo. They are also very sad when they die young. If the deceased is like this, please say something like condolences.

These people's faces are full of sadness, but their eyes are empty and cold. They don't even know Luo Chen at all, let alone feel sad for him.

Liao Jiandong looked at the young man in the photo. It was probably Luo Chen's appearance when he was twelve or thirteen years old. It was the only photo he had ever taken before his death. His eyebrows and eyes were so delicate and youthful, and his eyes were not in a dream. The indifference and clarity, as if the flame of a young man is still burning, so full of vitality.

The sufferings of life did not obliterate him, but in the end it was he, Liao Jiandong, who obliterated the vitality in his eyes with his own hands.

Liao Jiandong quietly looked at the pair of eyes in the photo, as if Luo Chen had come out of a dream and walked in front of him.

"Look, no one is sad about my death." The boy's eyes were lost and sad.

Liao Jiandong said subconsciously: "No, Dad is sad. For the first time in my life, I feel sad because you died."

The young man looked at him fixedly, as if he wanted to confirm the truth of the words from his eyes, "Will you be sad?" He asked in great surprise, "But you are the one who killed me."

Liao Jiandong was sad in his heart, "I killed you, now I regret it, I don't want you to die, if everything can be done again, I will not choose to hurt you again."

The boy shook his head and smiled ironically, "What's the use of saying this, it's too late, everything is too late." After finishing speaking, he slowly disappeared into the air without a trace.

There is no such person as Luo Chen in the world anymore, it is already too late.

"Master Liao, Master Liao..." Liao Da's call came from his ears in a trance, he said, "Master Liao, the auspicious time has come, it's time to break ground."

Liao Jiandong recovered from the illusory illusion, and looked at a black coffin lying quietly in the pre-dug cemetery. Inside the coffin was his youngest son, whose bones were incomplete. to bury.

"I'll come in person." He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.

So under the surprised gazes of those who came to mourn, the always majestic and indifferent Patriarch of the Liao family took a shovel and personally buried his youngest son one by one. It makes people feel that he is sad.

Sadness is mixed with regret and various emotions mixed in it.

"It can make the Patriarch of the Liao family feel so sad. I really want to see who this young master is." A small sigh of regret reached Liao Jiandong's ears in the crowd. He lowered his voice, but was still caught strangely.

The man clenched his hand holding the shovel, and he was gone. The man who had been dead for three years had already disappeared.

In the evening, Miss Liao, who had been in a trance after giving birth, suddenly died suddenly. It is said that she fell into a magic barrier in an instant. Then she took a knife and slashed several times on her face, and then jumped from the third floor of the bedroom. , fell in the yard, bleeding all over the floor.

When the news came, the third wife suddenly fainted from crying, but Liao Jiandong was strangely calm, as if he had expected it long ago, and there was even a hint of joy in his eyes.

It was night, in a dream, Luo Chen was sitting in front of a delicate desk, flipping through a picture album.Liao Jiandong glanced over, and couldn't help feeling a little happy in his heart - these were all burned to Luo Chen during the day, and now they appeared in his dream again.

"Do you like it?" He asked the boy with some anticipation, "These are all given to you by your father. Tell me if you want anything else. You will also do it in the future. Whatever you want, I will send it to you."

Liao Jiandong was a little carried away with joy. After going through all kinds of funerals during the day, people who he thought he would never see again could still meet in his dreams, and the depression in his heart was instantly swept away. He just thought it was great .

There is nothing better than Luo Chen being able to accompany him forever in his dream!

"Liao Zhengmei is dead..." The young man flipped through the album, suddenly threw it on the table, raised his head, and showed a bright and lovely smile to Liao Jiandong for the first time: "I want to thank Dad for sending me to the funeral. "

Liao Jiandong felt even more pained by his smile, and said nervously: "No, don't say that, I owe you all of this, Dad regrets it, and shouldn't have treated you like that..."

Luo Chen looked at the man who expressed his remorse clearly to him for the first time, and his tone was unclear: "Soon none of you will owe me anything, soon..."

"Luo Chen, what are you doing? Stop!" Following Luo Chen's sigh, Liao Jiandong, who felt something was wrong, suddenly widened his eyes and roared angrily to stop him.

"So, I want to thank you for your funeral..." The boy frowned and looked at his hands with a smile, watching their color gradually fade and disappear into the void, then his feet, arms, and body ...

"No, no! Stop!" Liao Jiandong's self-confidence was broken. He stepped forward in panic and tried to hold the young man to prevent him from leaving, but his hands passed through the young man's body in despair, watching him gradually disappear, powerless. Back to the days.

Where are you going, don't leave...

The man in his sleep frowned and kept muttering to himself. His powerful hands tightly grasped the sheets under him, as if he was trying his best to save something, but also seemed to suppress the unspeakable pain and regret in his heart.

I don't know where the tradition comes from, but it is probably still spread in mountain villages and rural areas.The old people said that some people should not be buried after death, especially those who died violently or unjustly.The corpses of these people must be thrown in the mountains and fields, and let the birds and beasts peck at them day and night, and with the separation of the people, their grievances will be taken away.

Once a person who died unjustly is buried, a sunken funnel will naturally form under the cemetery—that is, a mass grave that cannot be filled. It is necessary to bring all the enemies in front of him down, so that the unjust soul can calm down and rest in peace. Between heaven and earth!

I don't know how long it has passed, but the eldest and youngest mistress of the Liao family couldn't stand it any longer Most of the second wife who came to stop her died.

The young master lost his son and his concubine overnight, and the murderer was his wife in the house. He couldn't help being deeply shocked and depressed all day long.

A few years later, the second young master, who was about to get married and have children, was jealous of a karaoke dancer a week before the wedding. During the fight, he was shot and killed on the spot.The third wife first lost her daughter, and finally lost her only son. She couldn't stand the stimulation and finally went crazy.

Then there was the fourth wife who was inexplicably seriously ill, and the third young master was filial, and somehow found out about a miracle doctor who lived in seclusion in the countryside and took his mother to see a doctor.The car broke down and exploded while driving halfway. It was found out that everything was an accident, and no one took any action.

The Liao family seemed to be under a curse. In a short period of time, accidents happened one after another, but the reason could not be found out. Seeing that it was the last turn...