Several people were preparing to take some time to weave a simple straw mat from outside.

Zhang Muye cried while weaving, "Brother Yan, you are still so young, the damn heart-drawing demon is really inhumane. Ah, Brother Yan, you died so miserably."

Chu Zhiyin's ears hurt when he heard his wail, but everyone was in a low mood. It would be better if someone made a fuss.

Pulling the weeds, her ears moved.

"who!"

Chu Zhiyin suddenly turned to the valley and saw only the weeds shaking at the entrance of the cave.

Everyone looked in that direction when they heard her voice.

Zhang Muye stopped calling and asked, "Senior, what's wrong?"

She looked at everyone, "Did you hear anything?"

An Yunqi looked at the entrance of the cave again, "No, have you heard anything?"

He knew that Chu Zhiyin's ears were different from ordinary people.

Everyone else shook their heads one after another.

Chu Zhiyin handed the grass to Zhang Muye and tilted his head suspiciously, "It may be the sound of the wind, I heard it wrong."'

She heard a subtle movement at the entrance of the cave, as if someone was hiding behind a stone and observing them.

But it should not be possible.

Her spirit test is not wrong, she can feel it if she has a breath of life.

This valley is exaggerated to say that there is not even an ant at all.

Everyone stopped asking more questions and continued to do the work.

The rising sun rose from the east, and the golden light shone on the ground. After a while, the dead valley was full of vitality.

After two hours of weaving, the straw mat was finally completed. Although it was simple, it could barely wrap people around.

An Yunqi whistled into the air.

After a while, many servants emerged around the jungle and knelt in front of him on one knee.

"Pull this person out of the city and transport it in by carriage." An Yun inspires to give orders.

The leader of the servant bowed, "Yes."

Zhang Muye stared at these people in amazement and asked in confusion: "So many people, why don't you ask them to help? This way we won't weave straw mats for two hours."

"This is the last thing we can do for him." An Yunqi said lightly.

Zhang Muye was speechless and lowered her head to agree with this sentence.

Chu Zhiyin said: "Go back first and send someone to his parents as soon as possible."

From the moment she came from private independence, she seemed unable to escape from her upcoming parents' despair.

She thought about the scene of confronting the heart-poaching demon, either success or failure, and also thought that the son of the stall owner who was rescued chose to commit suicide, or was not saved.

But unexpectedly, the person died without even seeing the shadow of the heart-drawing demon.

An indescribable feeling is a pity, a pity, or something else.

Chu Zhiyin himself didn't understand.

Riding on a horse and leaning on the warm embrace behind him, Chu Zhiyin came back to his senses, and the man was dead and could only face it.

I went back very quickly and soon I saw the city gate.

After riding back to the courtyard, Chu Zhiyin and the other two walked to the stall owner's house. Because of the fragrance of Zhang Muye, he did not go.

As soon as I turned into the alley, a heart-wrenching wailing sound came from the stall owner's yard.

The neighbors who heard the sound stood at their doorstep and watched.

Chu Zhiyin took a deep breath and walked into the yard under the sight of everyone.

Yan Ping lay on the straw mat, wondering if the scented poison was the effect of preventing corpses from becoming transformed.

After so long, the body was a little pale, and its skin and softness had no change.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was like a person dreaming of what he wanted in his heart in his sleep, satisfied and happy.

And the contrary is his parents.

His temples were gray and his face was old, and he shouted his name at the top of his lungs.

"Ping'er, wake up! Why are you so cruel?"

"How do you ask your mother to live? You are the only child in your parents, Ping'er."

The woman lay on the body and cried and cried, all the grief and despair could only be conveyed through voice.

The stall owner collapsed on the ground, watching his son cry silently, and in an instant it seemed like he was ten years older.

The three of them stood at the door for a while, and they could not say anything comforting or other words.

I could only look at them silently.

No one can empathize with their grief at this moment.

The crying sound slowly dropped, and the stall owner's wife reached out to touch Yan Ping's face.

"Can you take good care of yourself?"

"Are you going down to find that man? Then you don't want your parents, right?

The stall owner listened to these words and looked at the woman unconsciously.

"But you are reunited, what should I do with your father?"

The stall owner's wife's eyes were empty, and she seemed to be talking to Yan Ping, and she seemed to be talking to herself.

"How about mom coming down to accompany you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the audience was shocked.

No, she wants to commit suicide.

Sure enough, the next moment the stall owner's wife crashed into the wall of the yard.

Chu Zhiyin was quick-witted and quickly pulled Yu Shu's belt and threw it over.

The belt seemed to have eyes, and it was hooked straight towards the woman, and when it wrapped around her waist, it pulled back with force.

"Ahhhh, don't save me, don't save me!" the woman shouted like crazy.

The stall owner was scared and sweated. His son was gone and his wife was gone. He didn't want to live alone anymore.

He ran to his wife, "Rong Niang, are you planning to leave me too?"

The woman grabbed the stall owner's arm, "Ping'er is gone, our only child is gone. How can you let me live? I can't even save my son. Do we still have the face to live?"

The stall owner fell silent.

Chu Zhiyin couldn't persuade others, so she looked at An Yunqi.

An Yunqi hugged Chu Zhiyin's shoulder and said to the stall owner and his wife: "If he dies, you will suffer. If you die, there are still others who suffer the same pain as you. Would you like to see your relatives so sad?"

"Death doesn't solve the problem."

The woman stood up tremblingly and faced him, "What can life solve the problem? What's the point of living without hope!"

Chu Zhiyin suddenly said, "Your Madam Yan also said this."

The woman was stunned.

She continued: "We, as others, have not experienced everything you have experienced, and cannot empathize with it."

He looked at Yan Ping lying on the ground, "But, is your thoughts at this moment also what Yan Langjun thought at that time?"

"And how much you didn't want him to leave you at that time, naturally there were people like you before, and how much they didn't want you to leave."

"Hope is given to yourself, not others."

Tears kept flowing out of her eyes, and she looked at Chu Zhiyin, "Why can't you save him, why!"

The woman knelt on the ground and covered her face with her hands, "It was me, it was me who killed Ping'er. If I hadn't agreed that he was with the man, I would still want to marry him after the man died. I had never asked him how he felt or cared about him."

"He wouldn't leave so simply and he didn't miss us at all."

"It's all my fault, I killed Ping'er."

Chu Zhiyin felt very sad. Like her son, the woman regretted what she said and did.
Chapter completed!