Before leaving, her mother said she would come back to celebrate her seventh birthday.

Her father sat weakly on the bed and sang her seventh birthday song in advance.

Aunt Shu brought her with her when she was stunned every day, without eating or drinking, and took care of her endlessly.

At this moment, the blood in Ye Ling's body seemed to boil.

She seemed to hear the sound of her bones clattering.

She remembered when she was practicing the exercises for the first time, her mother told her that to strengthen her body, she had to refine skin, muscles, and bones. All three were perfect before she could teach her the next exercises.

But since she was fourteen years old, she has been trapped in the late stage of bone refining and has never been able to improve.

"To be perfect, it will take a long time to rely on your own words. At that time, my mother will find medicine for you. According to your talent, you only need a very small amount of spiritual medicine to break through the bottleneck in one fell swoop." What Wang Shuyun said to her when she was six years old suddenly sounded in Ye Ling's mind.

There were eight medicines in the small iron box, and each medicine was very angry and she swallowed them all.

With a bang, these angers, with a momentum of unstoppable momentum, directly broke through the bottleneck in Ye Ling's body that he could not break through for a long time.

Ye Ling's eyes were certain, and at an extremely fast level, he turned around and took action instantly.

Her fist barely collided with the man's palm.

There seemed to be a sound of bones coming from his ears, and the man's palm power was transmitted to her hands.

If it were a few seconds ago, her right hand might have been damaged by this force and her meridians would have been broken.

But now, her muscles and bones were complete, and the force was removed as the sound of bones streaks.

She and the man took a step back at the same time.

The man was shocked: "You are fine?!"

His palm just now took at least seven points.

Ye Ling moved his wrist and confirmed that the previous pain had disappeared, and instead was the power that kept gushing out of his muscles and bones.

"Sorry, I'm fine." Ye Ling curled the corners of his mouth.

The man reacted and said, "You just broke through!"

Apart from this reason, men can't think of any other reason.

Ye Ling said: "Whether I have a breakthrough, you can tell if you try it."

After saying that, she rushed up.

Ye Ling nodded, Liu Shuben had already turned around, but still couldn't help but turn around and hug Ye Ling.

"Your mother is my best friend, and her business is mine. I will definitely find out the cause of her death."

"You are still young, I promised your mother to take good care of you. You don't have to worry about these things."

"You just go to school, study, and live well, do you know?"

The wind blew, the leaves rustled, and Liu Shu's choked sound was like an illusion.

After Liu Shu left, Ye Ling stood there for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, but she suddenly felt a little cold, hugged her arms and shivered, and then she returned to the tent.

A light was on in the tent, and Ye Ling turned off the light and locked the inner lock.

She took a deep breath and opened her schoolbag. There was a hidden bag inside the schoolbag, and a small lock was placed on the zipper of the bag.

Ye Ling skillfully opened the lock and took out a shabby rubbing inside.

If what happened in front of the coffin was not an illusion, then the warm current that dispels the yin and cold should have come from this rubbing.

This rubbing is not the same as the rubbings that Ye Ling has seen. It is made of a piece of "paper" about two meters long and one meter wide. It is called "paper", but it has the luster of metal and the warmth of jade.

Many words on the rubbings are covered by reddish-brown things, as if blood is splattering on it.

Ye Ling's eyes were not on the reddish-brown traces at this moment.

There are five coffins painted under the characters like patterns in the rubbing.

The five coffins are lined up one by one, the first coffin is the smallest, and the fifth is the largest, in the dim light, like a crawling monster, with clearly visible patterns on it, as if they were pairs of eyes, looking straight at Ye Ling.

Ye Ling held her breath. She lied to Liu Shu just now. She had seen the coffin, but it was not drawn by her father, but from the rubbing handed over to her by her mother.

Suppressing the excitement in her heart, she took out her notebook and compared the patterns on the coffin as she looked at the light on the screen of her phone.

“Yes, this one is right.”

“This one is also right.”

“Everything can be matched.”

Ye Ling suddenly shivered.

At this moment, those patterns seemed to have come alive again.

"It's indeed the first coffin." She took a deep breath and didn't dare to think about the patterns that were glowing in her mind.

"The coffin painted on the rubbing actually appeared..."

"After half a year, my parents left, they only brought back this rubbing. Their death must be related to this rubbing, and the coffin."

Ye Ling didn't dare to put the rubbing outside for too long. After confirming the pattern of the coffin on it, she immediately folded the rubbing back.

But just half folded, she felt a chill again when her right hand palm felt like someone was blowing in her palm. It was obviously hot summer, but she seemed to be falling into an ice cellar.

At this moment, the rubbings in her hand also trembled. A glimmer of light flowed from the rubbings in the dark tent. The light scattered on Ye Ling's body, like the cold sunshine dispelling in winter, making her whole body warm.

"What's going on? What's the matter with that coffin?" Ye Ling gasped, his forehead covered with fine and dense cold sweat. If it weren't for the rubbings that were slightly lit on his hands, she would have thought that the coldness all over her body at that moment was just an illusion.

But the next moment, the light in the rubbing went out like a faint candlelight.

As soon as the light was extinguished, the cold air rushed into Ye Ling's body again like a rising tide.

Her face turned pale, and many illusions suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, as if she was sleeping in a coffin now, and around her, around her...

"Ah!" After a while, Ye Ling came to her senses. Now her whole body was wet, as if she had just been fished out of the water.

She looked at her hand in panic. The rubbing that she had just put in her hand was gone.

Fortunately, as Ruben disappeared, the cold air in her body also disappeared.

"Where is the rubbing version? What about the rubbing version!" Ye Ling anxiously flipped through the things in the tent, but couldn't find anything.

The inner lock of the tent was still locked well, so she opened the lock in a hurry and ran out of the tent.

Seeing this, a security guard came over and asked, "Little sister, are you okay? Are you having a nightmare?"

Ye Ling calmed down slightly: "I thought it was earthquake again."

The security guard understood: "The earthquake today is really scary. I have lived in Liucheng for more than 30 years, and this is the first time I have encountered an earthquake."

Ye Ling held the corner of his mouth and smiled, pulled the tent again, stuffed the things into his schoolbag and carried them, and found them in the community.

It was already two o'clock in the morning. After searching for more than half an hour, Ye Ling sat down on the ground dejectedly.

"No, there is nothing."

"The tent is locked well, it must have been stolen."

"Where did the Rubber go?"

Ye Ling bit her lip and covered her face in dismay. She could no longer help it, and hot tears fell from her fingers.

"My mom and dad are sorry."

"I lost the rubbing."

The next day, when Liu Shu came back, she saw Ye Ling with a look of depressed expression.

"What's wrong?" Liu Shu asked worriedly.

Ye Ling reluctantly cheered up and said, "I have had a nightmare all night and didn't sleep well."

Liu Shu said: "Go back with me and wash your face, I'll take you out for breakfast."

"Aunt Shu, what happened to the coffin yesterday?" Ye Ling asked.

Liu Shu did not answer, but said, "The coffin has been transported away."

"Have you been transported away?" Ye Ling stopped and asked quickly, "How did he transport it away? What about those people close to the coffin? Is there anything strange about it?"

Liu Shu sighed, and her eyebrows were also very tired: "The group of people who came are not ordinary people. The coffin was taken away by them. Don't inquire, as there is no benefit if you know."

"But." Ye Ling said, "What about the teachers and classmates who fell down before?"

"I don't know, we can no longer control this matter." Liu Shu said seriously to Ye Ling, "Ling'er, there are still some people in this world that we cannot understand at all. Entering their world will not be good for us."

"I have a clue about your parents' affairs. Don't worry. Your mother and I hope you can be happy and don't worry about these messy things."

Ye Ling still had many questions, but seeing Liu Shu's tired and gentle eyes, the wrinkles climbing on the ends of her eyes, and the whiteness hidden on her temples, these questions were like blocking their throats.

After she was six years old, the person who took care of her was Liu Shu. Because she was delayed, Liu Shu was almost forty and had not even gotten married. She is still the same person now.

Aunt Shu is her other mother.

She was reluctant to let Aunt Shu worry about her.
To be continued...