"Open it." Jiang Shan, who saw Jinbo standing next to him, couldn't help but get excited. Jiang Lin opened the Jinbo as he spoke, and saw two things lying quietly inside. They were square and square, very square, with a hole in the upper part, tied with an unknown black rope without any modification. The other one was a token. The front of the token was a pattern of a ox-headed human figure. Seeing this pattern, Jiang Lin's bloodline couldn't help but stir, as if something wanted to wake up from Jiang Lin's bloodline. On the back of the token was a word, a word full of ancient aura, Jiang Lin had never seen before, but although he had never seen it, Jiang Lin recognized that this was a word "man". This was an inexplicable feeling that there was no origin and no explanation.

"Wear the jade pendant. If you are destined to be, you will know what it is. The token is a symbol of the head of the Jiang family. Holding it, you will be the head of the 38th generation of the Jiang family." Seeing the jade pendant and the token, Jiang Shan's eyes finally couldn't help but become wet, but most of the eyes were not excitement, but shame, a kind of shame that was sorry for the ancestors.

"Dad." When Jiang Lin heard Jiang Shan's words, he woke up from the feeling of blood turbulence. When he turned to look at his father, he was supporting his father. At some point, the father he was supporting fell to the ground, and the spirit in his eyes was constantly disappearing. Jiang Lin threw away the brocade box in his hand, hugged Jiang Shan in his arms, and shouted sadly.

"A person will die. In fact, I should have died a long time ago, but I just can't bear to leave you. Now that you have grown up, you can take care of yourself, and I will feel at ease when I leave. Remember not to blame your mother, she was forced to leave. If possible, bring your brother back. As a descendant of the Jiang family, he has not given his ancestors any fragrance. Cough cough... be careful..." Jiang Shan stroked Jiang Lin's cheek and finally wanted to say something, his big hand slid down Jiang Lin's face and swallowed his last breath.

"father......"

It was late at night, and Jiang Lin sat at the head of the bed with a dull look at the moonlight outside the window. Jiang Shan was buried with the help of the people in the village. Yesterday, it was just over the first seventh day. Jiang Lin, who suddenly lost his father, seemed to have lost his direction and did not know where to go in life. Just when Jiang Lin was in a daze, the sound of opening the door sounded. Jiang Lin knew that Feng Ling was coming in without looking back. Because there were only two people left in the entire Jiang family's courtyard, and Feng Ling was the girl who was chasing Jiang Lin behind Jiang Lin that day.

Feng Ling is not from the Jiang family, nor from the Wangjia Village. Jiang Lin only knows that Feng Ling has lived in the Jiang family since she can remember, and his identity is very special. He is not a maid of the Jiang family or a relative of the Jiang family, but he can freely go in and live in the Jiang family. Jiang Lin once asked about his father Feng Ling's identity, but Jiang Shan just smiled and didn't answer. Sometimes he joked that if Jiang Lin could marry her, it would be a blessing for Jiang Lin to cultivate for several lifetimes.

Although he did not know Feng Ling's identity, this did not affect the relationship between Jiang Lin and Feng Ling. Especially after Jiang Lin's mother left, the Jiang family began to gradually decline, and familiar people left by themselves, but his father and Feng Ling have always been with him. Jiang Lin had long regarded Feng Ling as his relatives, especially as he grew older and his feelings began to swell. Jiang Lin had already begun to regard Feng Ling as his wife. Jiang Lin could also feel Feng Ling's feelings for him. It seemed that the two of them had only one wedding to be held.

"Eat something. You haven't eaten for several days. If you continue like this, your body will collapse. If your uncle sees you, he will not be at ease even if he leaves." Feng Ling walked in with the food and saw Jiang Lin sitting on the bed with a dull look in his eyes.

"I don't want to eat, I just want to be alone and quiet." Jiang Lin said hoarsely. Feng Ling wanted to say something, but when he saw Jiang Lin's appearance, he could only sigh and retreat, because Feng Ling knew that although Jiang Lin looked kind on the surface, he was very stubborn in his bones. As long as it was decided by him, even ten cows could not be pulled back.

After Feng Ling withdrew, a shadow followed Feng Ling and left with Feng Ling. And as Jiang Lin's room became farther and farther away, the shadow became clearer and clearer. Finally, the shadow became an old woman with a hunchbacked body followed Feng Ling. Feng Ling seemed to have known that there was someone behind her, but she seemed to know nothing. She continued to walk forward without looking back, and then walked to the kitchen and put the food into the stove to warm it, as if she was afraid that Jiang Lin would be hungry when she was in a better mood and couldn't find anything to eat.

"Miss." Seeing Feng Ling staring in front of the stove in front of him in a daze, the old lady behind her called out.

"Grandma Seven, didn't you tell you not to come here if you're fine? I can take good care of myself." Feng Ling turned around and sighed, his face full of worry. This worry was not because of his fear of whether the old woman would appear and be discovered by others, but because of Jiang Lin, who had not eaten for several days.

"The Suzaku Wei is about to find this place, and the mistress has given an ultimatum. The lady must go back." The old woman called Grandma Seven looked at Feng Ling's face with a loving look, but sighed in her heart. Grandma Seven watched Feng Ling grow up since she was a child, and naturally knew that Feng Ling was still here, not the excuse Feng Ling had found for her. Maybe it was at the beginning, but it was not later. Feng Ling had not left here yet because of Jiang Lin.

"The Suzaku Guard is almost here, so soon?" Feng Ling was stunned and then frowned.

"Miss, we have been away from the mistress for ten years. If the mistress hadn't been in seclusion, those elders would have been secretly searched for it, and the lady would have been found long ago. And although the lady is the future mistress, such willfulness has already made many elders dissatisfied, and the excuse the lady found..."

"No, I can't take Brother Jiang Lin's things. Brother Jiang Lin is already very sad now. If he misunderstood that I approached him to steal things from the Jiang family, how could he survive?" Before the old woman finished speaking, Feng Ling interrupted the old woman's words.

"But since the lady can discover his identity, other forces are likely to discover that that thing will only bring harm to him, and we are not tyrannical about his things and will not return it. When he knows everything he should know, he will naturally come back to find us and return it to him at that time." Seeing Feng Ling, who has been entangled by emotions and has been affected by judgment, the old woman sighed and said. If the Jiang family was still the Jiang family of the past, the seventh grandma would naturally support Feng Ling to marry Jiang Lin, but the current Jiang family...

Jiang Lin, who was in a daze late at night, felt his eyelids heavier and he finally fell asleep. At this time, Feng Ling pushed open Jiang Lin's door and walked in. Feng Ling, who came to Jiang Lin, let Jiang Lin lie flat on the boat. Looking at Jiang Lin's brows still frowning in his sleep, Feng Ling's eyes were full of affection. Feng Ling stretched out his hand to caress the outline on Jiang Lin's face, and tears began to flow out uncontrollably: "Sorry, Brother Jiang Lin, Ling'er is leaving. You must come to Nanyue to find Ling'er, and you must come."

Jiang Lin had a strange dream. In the dream, he was on a cracked earth. The sunlight above his head was burning like a stove, making Jiang Lin dry mouth and want to find water to drink, but there was no drop of water around him. Just when Jiang Lin was about to die of thirst, a coolness suddenly began to flow down from his eyebrows, and a hazy moon appeared next to the scorching sun in the sky. At the moment the moon appeared, drizzle fell from the sky. Ginger was hungry.

Lin stuck out his tongue and greedily caught the raindrops falling in the air. The cracked earth was also swallowing the drizzle very greedily. But although the rain fell, the scorching sun in the air was still hot. Soon, the rain on Jiang Lin and the water absorbed from the ground were all evaporated by the sun, and Jiang Lin was still in hunger and thirst. However, although the little rain could not resist the scorching sun above his head, it left Jiang Lin with a glimmer of hope and gave the earth a chance to give birth to vitality.

At this time, in Jiang Lin's room, Jiang Lin was lying flat on the bed. Feng Ling sat cross-legged beads, and a bead full of vitality was suspended above Jiang Lin's eyebrows. Straws of vitality were emitted from the beads and injected into Jiang Lin's eyebrows. With the infusion of vitality, a trace of black patterns began to float out of Jiang Lin's chest, and then all the patterns formed a pattern like a tombstone on Jiang Lin's chest.
Chapter completed!