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Because he died in the line of duty, Rocky was eligible to be buried in this cemetery, and almost no one objected to this matter.

Go up a long staircase, halfway up the mountain.

"From a Feng Shui perspective, it's really a good location." Song Haoran looked at the surrounding layout at this time.

He has always liked these weird and weird things, and when he was in South America, he would often pester the blind gentleman who was his guest to ask for a lot of knowledge about metaphysics.

Song Ying joked that if Song Haoran died in the future, she would find a way to bury him in this place.

"When the Song family comes back, they can only be buried in the Song family's ancestral grave." This is his response.

It was rare and serious, so tight that Song Ying even felt frightened... She was silent and did not dare to speak.

After a while, they finally arrived at their destination.

"What a resemblance." Song Haoran looked at the photo on the tombstone and couldn't help but sigh: "It's almost exactly the same as the photo of my uncle when he was young that my father showed me."

"Yeah." Song Ying nodded at this time: "She really looks like Grandpa."

"It seems like someone has been here." Song Haoran frowned as he looked at the incense that had not yet burned out in front of the grave.

"Maybe it's the cemetery administrator or something?" Song Ying looked around.

Song Haoran shook his head and said: "If he is the administrator, then my cousin is really taken care of."

In addition, there were no incense burned in front of the surrounding tombs.

"Today is not a day of worship, nor is it a day of public sacrifice. Who would do it for no reason..." Song Ying couldn't help but frown at this time.

"Maybe he's a thoughtful person." Song Haoran waved his hand, then stood in front of the grave, "Don't be stunned, just bow a few times, it's good as a preview."

"Preview? Preparation for what..." Song Ying, who suddenly reacted, couldn't help being furious, but she had to suppress it, "You are going to die, Song Haoran! It's not over yet! In front of the ancestor's grave, can you be more serious!"

Song Haoran laughed at this time, and after bowing seriously in front of the grave a few times, he said sternly: "Brother, my niece looks okay, isn't she cute? If Izumi knows, I will also invite you in the future.

Please take good care of her."

"It sounds like he can really hear it." Song Ying lowered her head and muttered.

Song Haoran suddenly said: "I can't say for sure. After all, we are now entering the extraordinary society. It's not like you haven't seen ghosts, ghosts and snake gods before in South America. Besides..."

Seeing Song Haoran suddenly become mysterious at this time, Song Ying couldn't help but be curious, and couldn't help asking: "What else are you talking about?"

"The Ghost Festival is coming soon." Song Haoran said with a mysterious smile: "On the Zhongmen Festival, the gate of hell opens. It is said that those souls who are still attached to the world will run out of the gate of ghost. In the past, we may not be able to see it, but now we can

Not necessarily...I wonder if this big brother of mine has any unfinished business in his heart."

Song Ying suddenly felt a chill, and she subconsciously crossed her arms, "Song Haoran, in broad daylight... can you be more serious?"

"Let's go." Song Haoran smiled at this time and said, "I still want to go back and greet the experts from the association."

"Where are the experts..." Song Ying shook her head. Those experts from the Taoist Association were different from the experts in her impression.

In the impression of Miss Sun of the Song family, Mr. Blind was the only one who fit the status and temperament of an expert.

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When going down the stairs, Song Haoran suddenly turned back and looked up the mountain.

"What's wrong?" Song Ying asked curiously.

Song Haoran shook his head in confusion, "It's nothing...it should be nothing. I'll drive the way back. You get up early and sleep a little longer when you go back. There are many things to do today."

It's quite considerate... Song Ying pursed her lips and smiled.

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On the top of the mountain in the cemetery, there are two figures.

"This guy's senses are quite keen. It's a pity that the prohibition here is too serious, so it's hard to look carefully."

"What, you want to guide him?"

"I'm just curious... Then, this woman is the dimensional observer of this world."

"It's hard to say. The information [Throne] has given us can only be vaguely shown...Whether this Song Ying is or not, we need more time to observe."

"... Speaking of which, what is going on here? I have never encountered such a level of forbidden law."

"do not you know?"

"what do you know?"

"Here is...the owner of [the store]."

"... Then you really have to be careful."

"Be very, very careful."

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On the top of the mountain, there was no sound of conversation for a long time... The two figures talking here had been gone for a long time. But at this time, a figure slowly emerged in front of the grave halfway up the mountain.

Luo Qiu sat alone in front of the tombstone, where he could overlook most of the city.

"It's quite lively today."

"How are you."

"Everybody is fine."

"Me too...very good."

He has only been on a study tour for a few months in this world, but he has experienced many "first days" in the "Land of Elves".

The feeling of time is normal.

"I'm back……"

It's been a long time.
Chapter completed!