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And at the same time.

dragged down the river.

The wind that belongs only to the underworld is still whistling on the dragging river.

dragged down the river.

The handful of crimson ghosts gathered towards Lin Yan and Chen Jingming, more and more.

Their expressions were no longer fierce, no longer murderous, but just began to be confused.

Many years ago, they were the first pack of wolves in Daxia.

Just seventy years of rain and wind.

They don't know where the soul should go.

where to go?

Back home?

But on the other side of the river, there are no more relatives, no familiar homeland, not even the slightest taste of familiarity, no land with any familiar place, is it really still their hometown?

The filial piety that should be fulfilled is not fulfilled; the person who should be loved has already died. In the world, there is only one thing: come! Do not! and!

At this moment, Lin Yan looked at the expressions on the faces of the red souls and seemed to realize something.

In fact, he can understand the feelings of these red souls. He should not return to his hometown before he is old, and he will be heartbroken to return home. Returning home without relatives and friends, where the words are desolate.

Chen Jingming on the side also wiped away the tears on his face at this moment.

His expression was grim.

At this moment, he even pushed away Lin Yan's hand to support him.

He looked at those red souls.

Regardless of the bloody suffocation emanating from those red souls.

The old man's face even had blue veins at this moment.

He screamed loudly with all his strength.

"Chen Chunhe!!!"

"Chen Chunhe, why haven't you come out yet!"

"I know you must be here."

"Why didn't you come out? I don't believe that you went to a small country in the north and killed a few hairs. You don't remember me."

"I've been waiting for you by the riverside for seventy years, you know? Seventy years."

"I've been in Linjiang all my life, just to wait for you to go home."

"Mushroom Village was bombed a few years after you left, and your parents died. I will guard the tombs for thirty-six of you. I'm afraid that you won't be able to find your way home."

"And you...what are you afraid of? You were not afraid of planes and cannons back then, but now you are afraid? Daxia has changed, so it is not Daxia anymore? A group of men who were like wolves under Maozi's plane in the past, are not afraid now. Dare to go home?"

"I'm afraid that my parents are not there and I haven't done my filial piety? But you know that when Mao Zi was defeated, he was dragging down the riverside, there were people, colorful flags and flowers everywhere... Your parents, just want to know, is my son brave or not? "

"I'm afraid that my lover will not be there, and the beauty will be withered? But I know that the girl surnamed Fan from Fanjiatun is waiting for Li Yuan from Mushroom Village, waiting for the beauty and white hair, and she will never marry, and before she dies, she will hold you and give it to him before Li Yuan leaves. red scarf."

"Or, you are really afraid that no one will remember you...I...Chen Jingming, remember every battle after your battle across the river, how many people died in each battle, I don't know the names of all of you , but I know that there are more than a billion people in Daxia, and I am not the only one Chen Jingming!"

"Chen Chunhe, come out...you can't help but go home!!!"

"Brother, you can't leave me behind."

...

At this moment, countless red souls were moved.

The indescribable red soul, at this moment, the head is moving.

Countless red souls, in the dark river, slowly separated and made a way.

Thirty-six bodies seemed to be pieced together, and the ferocious and inhuman soul came over.

The head of the one has burnt scars all over his body, and he can't see any normal facial features on his face. His face is like a mass of rotten flesh.

But it was this red soul, pushed by the other thirty-five red souls behind him, and walked to Chen Jingming.

Chen Jingming opened his mouth.

The majesty just now was intense, but at this moment, not a single syllable could be pronounced.

Lin Yan was behind Chen Jingming and took a deep breath before speaking hoarsely.

"He is... Chen Chunhe... Back then, at the mountain col, after his body was ignited by a petrol bomb, he rushed towards the enemy, hugged a second lieutenant in the enemy army, and was finally killed by machine gun fire... Burial place!"

The old man's calf was submerged in the dark river water at the moment.

His body was hunched, a head shorter than that of the Chihun.

But he raised his hand.

The wrinkled, blue-veined hand raised at this moment, wanting to rub the Chihun's face.

"Chen...Chen Chunhe...you...you...do you hurt!"

"Chen Chunhe, do you feel pain? Didn't you fear pain the most since you were a child?"

"When I was... I shouldn't be angry and grab your bowl of stewed vegetables. I should let you have a full meal before joining the army!"

"Brother, I'm sorry..."

The scarlet ghost raised his hand at this moment.

But he just patted the old man on the head.

Like many years ago... Paper kites fly in the sky, warm sun and spring grass!

"I'm sorry, Chen Jingming, for making you wait seventy years!"

"Take me... go home!"

Chen Chunhe couldn't take it anymore at this moment, he wanted to hug the red soul, but he was a mortal after all.

Just like Tong Jinyue who couldn't keep Tong Xiao at that time, even if he was in danger, he couldn't hold anything.

Chen Chunhe turned his head at this moment and looked at Lin Yan with tears in his eyes.

"Help...help me!"

"Ghosts, take them home."

Lin Yan lowered his head halfway.

He took a deep breath and slowly raised his head.

His voice started to go high.

"of course?"

"I'm here, isn't it just to do this!!!"

At this moment, on Lin Yan, the ghostly energy was unprecedentedly majestic and surging like never before.

During the venting of the ghost qi, Yu Yu fell on the river and tore open a huge door.

Recalling the past when drinking on the bridge at Noon Bridge, the seats were mostly heroic. The long ditch flows silently. In the sparse shadow of apricot flowers, play the flute until dawn. More than seventy years have been like a dream, although this soul is shocking! Go to the small pavilion to see Xinqing. There are so many things in reincarnation, and the ghosts have three shifts.

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