Xu Tong replied, as he walked forward, pushed open the door of the private school, walked into the room and was about to light the lamp, when Mr. Wenfan behind him frowned: "No, I always feel that the light is too dazzling recently, no.

Just click it.”

But Xu Tong didn't stop, he still took out the match and lit the lamp.

He recited a sentence: "Yesterday the bright moon shined on the old people, but who does the new light shine on at night?"

"Huh??"

Mr. Wen Fan was startled and couldn't help but mutter a few words: "Whose poem is this? Have you never heard of it?"

"I don't know either. I happened to see it written like this in a book."

As Xu Tong spoke, he closed the lampshade, and a dim light suddenly illuminated the room. Mr. Wenfan looked at the lamp and couldn't help but turn his head.

Xu Tong took a deep breath. After all, the most important part of his plan still lies with this old gentleman.

After thinking about the lines in my mind, I quickly got into the mood.

Mr. Wenfan was still wondering where the poem just came from when he suddenly heard faint sobbing coming from behind him.

Looking back, I saw Xu Tong with his head lowered and his shoulders shaking slightly, and occasionally he could hear sobs.

"Son, you man, what are you crying for?"

Mr. Wen Fan sat down, with his back to the light, holding Xu Tong's arm and expressing concern.

"gentlemen!"

Xu Tong raised his head, his eyes were red and swollen, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop:

"That day when my husband called me, I just thought it was a hallucination after drinking, and it was caused by missing my husband too much.

It wasn't until I heard Mr. Gongjing talk about the underworld that I realized that although Mr. Gongjing was dead, his spirit was immortal.

Now that he is a god in heaven and earth, although Hongwen is happy, he knows that if you don't enter the divine way, taking a step back will lead to an abyss, so how dare you hide it from you."

"Um!"

Wen Fan was startled, and immediately his face darkened.

Seeing this, Xu Tong hurriedly said: "Sir, if you don't believe it, look over there."

Wen Fan followed the direction of Xu Tong's finger and turned around. He saw a huge mirror standing there at some point. Under the light, he saw only Xu Tong's figure in the mirror, but he did not see himself.

When Mr. Wen Fan saw this, his eyes widened. He walked to the mirror in disbelief and saw that there was no reflection of himself in the empty mirror.

There was a thunder in my mind, and I heard the sound of the suona and bursts of crying. The image of myself lying quietly in the coffin flashed in my eyes.
Chapter completed!