From childhood to adulthood, my father was a completely blurred person in my memory, and he didn't even leave a single photo.

I remember when I was very young, I asked my grandfather countless times, "My parents are there." Every time, my grandfather touched my head and silently didn't say anything. It was not until later that I grew up a little and realized that they had all gone to another world.

At this moment, my father, whom I had never met before, was lying in the cold and dark coffin in front of me. I stood in front of the coffin, and I was still a little unbelievable for a moment, and I felt my hands and feet were a little cold.

Do I really want to open the coffin of my father's sleep?

I looked back at my grandfather. Grandpa understood what I meant. He said, "Child, don't hesitate. This is your father's wish. He has been waiting for you here for eighteen years. Open the coffin. There is no coffin on it."

I nodded and no longer hesitated. I walked to my father's coffin and looked carefully. I found that the coffin was nailed firmly and could not be opened at all.

I asked my grandfather wonderingly: "What can I turn it on?"

Grandpa smiled and said, "Have you forgotten the method of opening the cave secret passage? Since you can find it, you can naturally open the coffin. Don't forget, what is the fundamental principle of our Han family's forbidden law? I once said that only the Han family can open the mechanism here."

The fundamentals of the Han family's forbidden law? I thought about it and suddenly realized that the fundamentals of the Han family's forbidden law should be blood. Only by using blood as a medium can the greatest power of the forbidden law be used. So, can the secret mechanism in the cave be opened only by the blood of the Han family?

However, does this coffin have any mechanism?

This time, grandpa did not play a puzzle with me again. He reached out and pointed to a small hole in the lid of the coffin and said, "This is what your father has prepared for you. He said at that time that if you inherit the Blood Jade Ring and have the power of the first level of the forbidden method, then you can open it and get the gift he left to you. If you lack the ability, then you still can't open it. Now, come and try it."

I gradually became serious. I had already guessed what my father's gift was. Yes, my grandfather once told me that only by integrating the first layer of forbidden law can I come back to find him. As expected, that's true.

I reached out and slowly stroked the tiny hole, the size of a needle hole. Next to the hole, there was a narrow, long groove that circled around the coffin lid.

I already understand something in my heart.

I slowly put the blood jade ring on my fingers, my mind moved slightly, and the blood spiked out. Suddenly, a stinging pain came from my fingers. Without hesitation, I stabbed the blood into the hole on the coffin, and then blood slowly flowed out.

Grandpa looked at me with praise, and I knew that I had done it right. If this coffin was a password lock, this blood jade ring was a key, and my blood was probably a password. Only by using my blood and with the key can it be opened.

I think my father must have set up an extremely powerful mechanism in this coffin. Only I can open it in the world. If anyone else had forced it, he would probably not get what my father left me.

My blood flowed out continuously, slowly along the groove. I didn't dare to be careless or stop. I could only keep urging the blood jade ring to let my blood flow out. At this moment, for some reason, I suddenly had an illusion that this blood jade ring was simply a vampire.

Fortunately, the groove was not very wide, and my blood dripped into it. Soon, it flowed over the coffin lid for a week. I could clearly see that the coffin lid at this time was like a bloodline drawn on it, which looked like a strange appearance along the entire coffin lid.

"Okay, step back." Grandpa suddenly ordered.

I didn't dare to neglect, so I quickly took back the blood sting, but my mind was a little dizzy. After a while, I didn't know how much blood had been bleeding.

Just as I stepped back, a circle of red light suddenly appeared under the coffin lid. Then, there were bursts of thorns in the gap in the coffin lid. Then, I heard a series of bangs on the coffin lid, and all the nails bounced out and jingled on the ground.

I was very surprised. I saw the red light under the coffin lid flashing again. The entire coffin lid was instantly bounced up by the red light, and then it fell down with a bang, but it was already a gap, and a special and strange fragrance came out.

The red light slowly dissipated, and the coffin lid actually opened...

My heart thumped, and I subconsciously swallowed, looked up at my grandfather, and looked at him with a complicated expression. He raised his hand at me, signaled me to go over and remove the lid of the coffin.

I nodded and walked over. I smelled the fragrance at the end of my nose. I didn't feel a little strange, but I didn't think much about it. Then I pushed the lid on the coffin with both hands, slowly exerted force, and little by little, removing the lid...

A faint fragrance, accompanied by hazy mist, floated out of the coffin. In the mist, there was a soft white light inside the coffin, hazy, as if a layer of moonlight flew out from it.

I was a little surprised. Just now, I imagined many scenes after opening the coffin, but I didn't expect that what I saw was a cloud of fog and white light. All of this seemed so mysterious, lively, and pure. I didn't seem to feel the kind of depression and tension of opening the building, as if I was doing something very sacred and amazing.

In the coffin, there seemed to be a very strange color mixed with the slightly flickering light, which made people confused and dazzled, and the whole mind seemed to be taken away at this moment.

The entire coffin lid was finally removed, the mist gradually dissipated, the fragrance drifted away, and the white light inside gradually faded. I suppressed my heartbeat without blinking, and watched the white light in the coffin dissipate, and soon, the outline of a person began to gradually appear in the light.

The slight light reflected the man's face, becoming clearer and clearer, but my body trembled a little, and even my breathing was a little uncomfortable.

This is a man in white clothes. He lay quietly on his back in the coffin, with his hands crossed and placed on his chest. Under him was covered with a very ordinary quilt. He looked very peaceful, his face was a little pale, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was asleep, lifelike.

There seemed to be tears in the corner of my eyes. I tried my best to control myself and prevent my tears from falling, because I wanted to take a good look at this man I had never met before. I would imprint his face deeply and forever in my mind, my heart, and my soul.

Because, he is my father.

Father, he is a very ordinary person, not handsome, but his nose is high and his face is very angular. His tight lips are slightly raised, as if he is smiling, but he is full of a sense of pride and firmness.

His face was pale and pale, and almost a bit weird. Although he was in a state of ignorance, the innate temperament still emanated from the wide white clothes on his body from the corners of his eyebrows and hair, from every corner of his body.

Everything seemed to confirm his unusualness.

Also, he is so young and looks a few years older than me.

Eighteen years have passed, and he is still waiting for me. The ruthless years have not allowed his body to decay or his appearance to change. He is waiting for me.

Waiting for me, the first glance at him was also the last one.

The tears at the corners of my eyes finally fell. I once thought that when I saw my father, I would say a lot to him, I would swear loudly to him, I would tell him that I miss him very much, and I would say to him, all the things I wanted to say to him in the past eighteen years.

However, all the thousands of words turned into a string of tears at this moment, and a choked voice that was eighteen years late: Dad...

I never knew that two people who had never met before can have such sincere and profound feelings. It turns out that this family affection, which is thicker than water, does not depend on the distance between each other, does not depend on the length of time they are together, this is the bloodline that cannot be cut off, and this is the family affection that cannot be cut off by time.

Even if it is eighteen years, the distance between yin and yang cannot be changed.

I held the coffin and looked at my father's cold face. Finally, I burst into tears and burst into tears.

In the dim cave, the echo of crying never went away for a long time. Until a faint sigh came from behind, and grandpa's voice said to me: "Child, it's OK, don't disturb him. He has a gift and has left you for eighteen years. Now, you can take it."

Gift, the gift my father gave me, I slowly wiped away my tears, stopped my sadness, and my eyes were swam in the coffin. Suddenly, I saw a yellow cloth wrapped in my father's chest, on top of my hands. I looked at my grandfather, and he nodded. The hazy figure seemed to tremble a little.

I bent down and gently took out the yellow cloth package from my father's hand, as if it was a thousand pounds. I trembled slightly and held the package in my hand.

Grandpa said solemnly: "Open it, this is the gift your father left to you, and it is also the second level of the Han family's forbidden law..."

I stared at my grandfather in a daze and suddenly became excited.

I trembled slightly and untied the yellow cloth package in my hand. Inside was a very ordinary black wooden box.

When I opened it, there was only a yellowed pampered scroll in the wooden box.
Chapter completed!