There was heat in the stone pot, firewood occasionally crackled, and snowflakes were still flying.

Luo Chen took off his coat and covered his grandmother with his body, helping her to block the wind and snow! The outside world's fairy light was flying, and the killing and shaking the sky was shaking, and it had reached the point where the road was resonating! But in the dilapidated yard, the old man's hands were trembling and was scooping soup with his own hands! This was a heart and a regret! Luo Chen reached out, and his body had been mobilized endless vitality and was ready to take action to treat him.

But the old grandmother seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly reached out and pressed Luo Chen's hand! "No need, let me go, I'm dead!"

The old grandmother smiled and said, "She is kind and kind, and her words are gentle!"

These words made Luo Chen's hand tremble! He was dead! A person's death was divided into three times! The first time was the heart! The heart was dead, that means he had no nostalgia for this world. The people he liked and the things he cared about were gone, and all he had was instinctively alive.

There is a saying that without you, the mountains, rivers, stars and sun are redundant! And the old grandmother's heart has long been dead. The great holy spirit of the Hao clan she cares about is no longer there. The son she cares about is dead, and the grandson Haotian who cares about is also dead! In this world, she has no worries, and there is no one in this world who cares about her anymore.

Living is just a torture and instinct, like a walking zombie.

So death is a relief for her! "You don't have to go" "I know."

The old grandmother pressed Luo Chen's hand again.

"You have protected the Hao clan. This is a kindness. I want to repay some kindness before I leave."

The grandmother smiled kindly again.

"Will you please accompany me and send me away?"

Tears fell in the old grandmother's eyes again! Her body was illusory, and a little light was shining out.

She had handed the bowl of soup to Luo Chen.

Luo Chen took the bowl with both hands and tasted it. It tasted nothing, but it was very warm, very warm, very warm! "Is it delicious?"

“Good.”

Luo Chen nodded with a smile.

Because of Luo Chen's words, my grandmother immediately smiled sincerely again.

"I'm old, so I can only do something like this."

The old grandmother reached out and grabbed Luo Chen's hand, held it tightly in her hand, and stroked it over and over again, and she was confirming that Luo Chen was still there! Luo Chen's words undoubtedly made her very happy because she still had value and could make some contributions.

Looking at the old grandmother's trembling hands, Luo Chen said softly.

"Are you afraid?"

"Afraid!"

"Not afraid, I'm here!"

Luo Chen comforted.

Anyone will be afraid of death.

Because after the body dies, it is the second death! After death, you can no longer feel everything in this world. It is a kind of nothingness and a kind of separation! But there is a third death, which is also a true death! That kind of death is that this world will erase your traces and erase every bit of you who have stayed in this world.

Maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years! At that time, no one remembered you in this world, and no one knew that you had been to this world, and you disappeared quietly.

Why do secular worship ancestors?

It is more about proving that there was a person in this world once.

Let this person live in his heart, and someone still remembers him or her! But as time goes by, all this will eventually return to dust and earth.

When you leave, no one will remember this world, no one will remember your voice, appearance, smile, or even your name! This is the last death, and it is also a true death.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid that the world will forget me."

"I'm afraid no one knows me, no one remembers me."

"I'm afraid that this cold world will erase all the proof of my last existence."

"But you are here, I'm not afraid."

The old grandmother smiled, but the old tears were already flowing, and the tears kept rolling down.

Others in the Hao clan would not care about their grandmother. In their eyes, their grandmother was just a tool to protect the Hao clan.

So, they won't remember their grandmother.

The death of my grandmother was just a loss of a tool to protect Hao's family.

But my grandmother knew that Luo Chen was willing to come to see her off for the last time, which means that in Luo Chen's heart, my grandmother was just an ordinary old woman and an old lady! Others would not remember her, but Luo Chen would remember it.

Not living in this cold world, but living in a warm heart, this is also living! This is enough! Many elderly people don’t care when they leave, because they are already old people, who cares about them?

Who cares about their fear?

But they were young and had the whole world! And in the end, all young people will grow old! "When people get old, they like to nag, because every time I say a word, I lose one less."

"When a person is born, someone greets him, and when he leaves, someone sends him off, which is enough."

The old grandmother held Luo Chen's hand.

"I'm already satisfied that I can still walk with a smile when I leave."

"I'm leaving, thank you for seeing you!"

The old grandmother's body shone with bright light and rose up in the sky.

"Life well and feel the beauty of this world, a flower, a cloud, a gust of wind..." The light on my grandmother's body dissipated, and the outside world was shocked! On the other hand, the grandmother in the battle also smiled at this moment, and then dissipated in the wind and snow.

At this moment, a faint soul light also crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, flew across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and then went straight to the Burial Immortal Star. There was an underworld, the end of the world, Guixu! At this moment, a white-haired old man from Jixiang Tianlong City stared at the sky with a daze! Luo Chen stood up and waved goodbye! Finally, Luo Chen pushed open the door of the yard, and outside the door were full of people from the Hao clan.

"What's her name?"

Luo Chen asked.

No one answered, because no one knew, no one knew, because no one cared.

Luo Chen looked at the dark people outside the door coldly, and finally looked coldly, then left with great strides.

My grandmother suffered for 200,000 years and worked for the Hao clan for 200,000 years! Many days and nights, many springs, summers, autumns and winters, but no one knew her name! The grandmother of the Hao clan was dead! This is a major event for Jixiangtian and a major event for the entire Hao clan! Haoguang is back and is still the young master, because Haotian has never officially taken back the young master's position again! There is no one in the yard, and only Ding Peng, whom his grandmother trusted most during his lifetime, stood in front of Haoguang.
Chapter completed!