"Grandpa."

The boy's voice seemed so abrupt in the depths of the desolate Changling that the afterglow sounds were played back in the long dark night.

When it reached the old man in the wheelchair, he became whispering in his ears.

He seemed to have been sleeping for a long time.

In my dream, I saw the light in the sky, the white auspicious clouds, smelled the free smell in the fields, and the fragrance of flowers in the air.

The body, which was so old that it could not move for a long time, seemed to have become younger, and the eyelids that were unable to open with all their strength for a long time also jumped down.

What a dazzling light, the light fell behind the door, like a heaven falling on the face, so warm, but for many years, I have never had a similar dream.

"Who are you?"

The old man seemed to see someone in front of the light, but it was very vague and could only see the vague outline as if it were the god of heaven.

He sighed: "It turns out that it's time to return to the heavenly way. I don't know how you plan to arrange for me, whether to go to hell or to the heavenly palace, and whether you can call my incompetent eldest son to go hand in hand."

The footsteps seemed to be like drums, and they fell on his heart one after another... He felt that the dream was really too clear, but he suddenly heard the footsteps stop. He was a little confused and heard a slight sigh, feeling sad: "Do you hope to go to hell or the heavenly palace."

"Hell."

I thought the old man's answer would be the former, after all, no one was willing to choose the place of purgatory with endless pain, but I didn't expect it to be the latter.

The boy was deeply surprised: "Why?"

"The Heavenly Palace is so beautiful that I dare not think about it. Although hell is suffering, it is a waste of sin. It is a good place for reincarnation in the next life. If I don't go to hell, how can I save my incompetent son?"

The old man sighed deeply, and his words were heard by Siming hearing Qin and Xiao Wuhui.

When Si Ming heard the qin, his eyes that were already red could not stop their tears and called out softly: "Dad, you don't have to go to hell, you don't have to go to the heavenly palace. God is in the world, he is here to save you."

"Qin'er!"

No matter how confused the old man is, he will not forget the voice of his biological daughter. Moreover, he is still a warrior, and his body is destroyed, so he will not even be ruthlessly wiped out his courage and mind.

He suddenly woke up with a trembling heart: "Is it you?"

He reached out and touched something, trying to touch something, and he really touched his delicate and beautiful face. The woman kneeling in front of him has always been extremely wise. Even if he suffered the pain of separation from his husband and son for fifteen years, he had never collapsed, but today his emotions fluctuated violently.

She raised her head, held the old man's palm, tears fell on it, and said straight: "It's me, it's me, my daughter is unfilial, and it has caused you to suffer for so many years.

My elder brother is really abolished."

The old man's palm suddenly became stiff, but his old eyes suddenly shine, as if he woke up from a dream, and his focus was aimed at the person close to him, and he became excited: "You are really Qin'er!"

"Wu Hui has met my father-in-law."

Xiao Wuhui also stood forward, and his gentle and powerful voice fell into the old man's ears, which made him even more excited: "Are you really you?"

My Qin'er and Xiao Wuhui, what kind of dream is this? It blows you all."

Si Ming Wenqin, who held the old man's wrist, could feel him trembling, which made Bingliang's palms, which had no strength or the elasticity that flesh and blood should have, had a blood heat.

When Si Ming heard the qin, the corners of his eyes were wet, and there was a little more: "How did he survive this underground world for many years? How cruel Si Ming Hongguang was to do such a thing."

"Dad, this is not a dream, you are saved."

Si Ming shook his head when he heard the Qin, but his collapsed mood gradually stabilized: "You will be fine, live with the sun and the moon, and will last forever."

"Good boy, you are saved. My father will know that my Qin'er has the ability. She will definitely do what she wants. You and Wuxuan..." The old man is not an ordinary person after all. After confirming it, he laughed to the sky; "Okay, okay, okay, so good!"

"Don't cry, this is a great day. It is God's gift to be able to reunite."

The old man stroked Si Ming Wenqin's cheek and said, "Your brother finally found out with conscience that he would reunite us. It seems that your father has not been in vain for so many years."

"Dad, it was Nan'er who found you."

When Si Ming heard the qin, she wiped her tears and said it in one sentence, but she regretted it a little because she knew that Si Mingba would definitely ask Si Ming Hongguang.

Si Mingba really had his body stiffened and his eyes were stagnant, which made the atmosphere in the tomb quiet.

Xiao Nan walked up to him, which made him feel a little moved, and sighed slightly: "It's time."

He didn't ask anything.

He just looked at Xiao Nan with a smile and stretched out his hand. Xiao Nan paused for a moment, then knelt down, bowed in front of him, and let the old and dry palm touch his outline.

The old man's power is as light as the wind, but the affection he exudes is heavier than the mountain.

The fingers, wherever his cheeks passed, had a faint luster, as if they were blood, and as if they were inexplicable power. Si Ming heard Qin and Xiao Wuhui, saw that Xiao Nan's body was illuminated uncontrollably.

Soul! Dharma appearance! Physical constitution! Soul wheel! Soul wheel! The foundation he should have is like the light behind the window paper, which was wiped out by the old man and exposed one by one, making the light in the tomb shine, and the two of them gradually could not bear this force and changed their expressions.

"The power of the life-sense!"

There was a trace of shock in Xiao Nan's eyes. There was not many people in the world who could see his foundation, especially in the Eastern Wilderness, unless that person surpassed the human path and entered the path of immortality.

But the old man in front of him did this, with his bloodline, his very old body approaching the mortal world, and he could also inspire the power of Si Ming to stimulate his destiny.

Of course he could fight back, or even shake the old man away, and perhaps he could disintegrate this kind of peeping, but he didn't do so, because he knew that the old man in front of him would not harm him anyway.

He did not have this ability either. On the contrary, he was trying to sacrifice his own few essences and blood at this moment.

"father!"

Si Ming heard the Qin and didn't know what Si Mingba had to do now, but he saw that his expression became more and more shocked, his fingers were trembling, as if he was touching not a person, but the incomparable sacred.

His eyes completely turned into blood. In the blood, there was a shining holy millstone.

In the millstone, it reflects the sixteen characters of birth, old age, sickness and death, love, hate, separation, heaven, earth, stars, and the universe.

Each character symbolizes the life of living beings, and it lights up one by one at this moment, pulling the foundation power behind Xiao Nan.

Finally, it turned into a row of four big blood words: "God's will is hard to measure!"
Chapter completed!