Chapter 1352 All players, do you want to join this game?
Run to the roof.
Lin Xiaohuo saw a red coffin in the middle of the roof at the first sight.
"Ah?"
He was startled.
"How can there be such a big coffin here?"
Lin Xiaohuo was cautious and wanted to find the ghost king.
But his feet moved.
Crash.
Kicked something.
He lowered his head slightly and saw many envelopes on the ground.
Looked carefully.
"Suicide note?"
"Are all these suicide notes?"
Looking up and looking around, there were many letters scattered on the roof, all of them were suicide notes!
"Huh?"
Suddenly, he saw a familiar name on a letter.
"Lin Xiaohuo."
"Isn't this my name?"
He hurried over and picked up the letter.
There were a few big words written on it.
"Mother left, suicide note, Lin Xiaohuo."
Lin Xiaohuo's hands immediately trembled.
"Is this what my mother left for me?"
He subconsciously wanted to open the letter.
But at this moment.
Boom!
Behind him, the red coffin jumped.
Lin Xiaohuo tensed up.
"What's that noise?"
Click.
The coffin lid slowly opened, and a corpse wrapped in white cloth slowly sat up from it, then twisted its neck and looked at Lin Xiaohuo.
Lin Xiaohuo was now like a rusty robot, slowly turning his head.
Before he could see the situation behind him clearly.
The Ghost King suddenly made a move and grabbed Lin Xiaohuo's head.
"Ah!"
Lin Xiaohuo screamed.
He was caught by the Ghost King and dragged directly into the coffin.
Boom!
When the coffin lid was about to close, Lin Chen jumped up and came to the roof.
Clang!
A white long sword appeared in his hand.
Lin Chen grabbed Jinghua and slashed at the Ghost King with a sword.
The Ghost King raised his hand, and his shriveled arm was invulnerable to swords and guns.
Dang!
Jinghua collided with the Ghost King's shriveled arm.
Instantly, the air surged, sweeping the Ghost King and Lin Xiaohuo.
Buzz!
The mirror flower glowed.
A picture slowly emerged.
In the picture.
…
It was late at night.
In the village, there was no one in a ancestral hall, but the lights were bright.
There were many chairs on both sides of the ancestral hall.
Then in the middle, there was a table full of tributes.
Behind the table, there was a large black and white portrait photo.
This is a man's posthumous photo.
Mr. Lin Xiaohuo passed away on the night of May 27, 2019.
He was 69 years old.
When he died, he was alone, without a wife or children.
The temple and the surrounding people thanked Mr. Lin Xiaohuo for his lifelong dedication and raised funeral expenses to send him off.
Click.
Not far away, a man pulled a small cart and walked slowly.
It was getting closer.
Everyone could clearly see that it was an old woman pulling the cart.
She looked very old.
Her hair was all white, and her waist was hunched very badly, almost to the extent of 90 degrees, and she could not stand up straight.
In her car, there were many waste cartons, bottles, and cans.
Lin Chen looked at the old woman and immediately opened the system scan.
[Name: Zhang Qingxin
Race: Human
Constitution: 6
Strength: 5
Speed: 2
Spirit: 74
Information: Lin Xiaohuo's long-lost mother is now 96 years old. ]
This is the mother that Lin Xiaohuo has been looking for.
Lin Xiaohuo searched for his whole life, but never found her.
When he died.
His mother happened to pass by his funeral!
Seeing that she was pulling the car and was about to pass by this funeral.
Lin Chen immediately activated the mirror flower.
Dang.
There was a crisp sound from the car.
Dang!
The second crisp sound.
Zhang Qingxin's footsteps slowly stopped.
"What is this sound?"
Dang!
The third sound.
She slowly turned her head and saw that several cans on the cart were moving out of thin air, constantly colliding and making crisp noises.
"What's going on?"
"Why are they moving?"
Just when she was curious.
A light suddenly shone from the ancestral hall next to her and sprinkled on her face.
"What's wrong?"
She slowly side-glanced and looked at the ancestral hall.
Zhang Qingxin first saw Lin Xiaohuo's portrait, and then saw the white horizontal stripe on it, with Lin Xiaohuo's name written on it.
At this moment, Zhang Qingxin was stunned.
She hunched her waist and walked into the ancestral hall step by step.
"It should be the same name, right?"
She walked towards the portrait tremblingly.
"Please."
"Please..."
Approached.
She saw Lin Xiaohuo's spirit tablet, on which Lin Xiaohuo's date of birth was written.
The moment she saw the date of birth.
Zhang Qingxin's body shook.
In a trance, she felt that the surrounding scene had changed.
She returned to the original village.
However, the whole village was in flames.
She saw men standing in a row with their hands tied, and then on the other side, a group of evil men were holding guns and aiming at the men in the village.
Among the men, she saw a familiar figure.
Her husband.
Zhang Qingxin stretched out her trembling hand and tried to walk over.
Bang!
Gunshots rang out.
All the men in that row were shot dead.
Zhang Qingxin seemed to be shot as well, her body swaying as she knelt on the ground.
Bang.
She knelt on the mat in the ancestral hall.
In front of her was the portrait and spirit tablet of Lin Xiaohuo.
"I dreamed of your father all my life."
"And I looked for you all my life."
"I never thought that I would find you in the ancestral hall in the end."
She was silent for a long time.
"Why is my life so painful..."
As soon as the words fell.
She exhaled her last breath, her head slowly lowered, her body swaying, and fell backwards.
Finding Lin Xiaohuo was her lifelong obsession.
It was this obsession that allowed her to live forever.
And now, she found Lin Xiaohuo.
The obsession had been fulfilled.
She died on the spot.
Her body was about to fall to the ground.
Lin Chen was about to activate the mirror flower again.
But at this moment.
A translucent hand suddenly stretched out from the side and grabbed Zhang Qingxin's hand.
This hand pulled Zhang Qingxin up.
Then, Lin Xiaohuo's figure slowly emerged.
He knelt in front of Zhang Qingxin, and with his translucent body, he hugged Zhang Qingxin tightly.
The mother and son finally reunited.
...
The scene ended.
Lin Chen murmured: "This is Lin Xiaohuo's future."
"I didn't expect that he would look for his mother for his whole life."
And his mother.
She was 96 years old at the time, and had been looking for her son for her whole life. She finally found him, but he was in his mourning hall.
At this moment.
In the live broadcast room, the audience was already in tears.
"Damn, why is Lin Xiaohuo so miserable?"
"Please, please, please twice, I hope this person is you, but I am afraid that this person is you, I am crying to death."
"I don't agree to this result, I don't agree!"
"What about Buddha, what about Bodhisattva, this child believes in you so much, can you really bear it?"
"I want to enter this game, I want to rewrite the ending!"
"+10086, I want to enter too!"
Boom!
The ghost king in the coffin snorted coldly.
"You dare to be distracted by being my enemy?"
"You are looking for death!"
A strong wave of air burst out from his hand.
This wave of air bombarded Lin Chen, but it did not affect Lin Chen at all.
However.
Lin Chen put away the mirror flower and jumped back.
Bang.
He fell to the ground.
"You don't deserve to die at my hands."
Crash.
A large number of corpses wrapped in white cloth appeared around Lin Chen, staggering towards Lin Chen.
"Wrong."
Lin Chen said lightly.
"It's you, you are not worthy of me to take action."
Ding!
A pop-up window suddenly popped up on the screen in front of all the audience.
"Do you want to join this game?"