Seeing this scene, Lin Shaohua was speechless now. It seemed that he was not very good at coaxing women. If it was sweet words, it should be almost the same. But how can he say such words in the current situation? Besides, he and Mo Yingying are not a boyfriend and girlfriend.

Mo Yingying kept crying, and there was no intention of stopping, which made Lin Shaohua at a loss and didn't know how to comfort her, after all, she didn't know what was going on.

The scene suddenly became awkward. Lin Shaohua didn't know what to say, and Mo Yingying kept crying, and there was no intention to stop.

"This...!" I sorted out my thoughts a little, but Lin Shaohua still felt that he couldn't say it. Now I'm asking her some questions, it's obvious that the occasion is not appropriate.

Mo Yingying seemed to find that the scene had become a little solidified at this time. She gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, tried to calm down her mood, inhale deeply, and the full chest on her chest was trembling slightly, making Lin Shaohua feel rippling.

After a little silence, Mo Yingying finally spoke to Lin Shaohua: "My grandfather's ashes! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

Just saying these words, then burst into tears again, holding the jackal totem jackal and trembling constantly, looking very sad.

This scene, plus what Mo Yingying said just now, Lin Shaohua suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness under his feet, dead? Mo Yingying's grandfather was dead? What was going on with the sarcophagus below? What was there in it?

At this time, Mo Yingying didn't know what Lin Shaohua was thinking at all. Even if she knew, she still didn't know why.

"Wait, Yingying, don't cry for now, how can you be sure that this is your grandfather's ashes?" Lin Shaohua's brain speed rotated in an instant, and he quickly grasped the key point and shouted in a hurry.

If Mo Yingying's grandfather was really dead, it would mean that he would not be as powerful as a wizard. There was only Mo Yingying, but could it be accurate?

Lin Shaohua is a little helpless now and can only accept this reality temporarily. He is clearly unwilling to find any flaws to resolve Mo Yingying's sadness and also give himself some hope.

After all, I just saw the ashes, which is wrong. I haven't even seen the ashes now, and the jar has not been opened yet. The enemy in the secular world often says: I know them even if they turn into ashes. But now they really turn into ashes, how many people can be sure of it?

And the most important point is that Lin Shaohua just saw that the jar was just misty and could not see anything else. In other words, something in it blinded his yin and yang eyes and blocked his vision.

Suddenly, various thoughts and speculations appeared in Lin Shaohua's mind instantly. There were too many doubts here, so these already helpless things seemed to Lin Shaohua to have another layer of hope, so he spoke up to let Mo Yingying stop crying.

When Mo Yingying heard Lin Shaohua's words, she had no intention of stopping. She burst into tears and seemed to rush towards him. If she hadn't held his grandfather's urn jar in her hand, she might have hugged Lin Shaohua.

Lin Shaohua was not sure and felt that there were many doubts, but judging from Mo Yingying's situation at this time, he was clearly sure that the jar was full of grandfather's ashes. Of course, the two of them had different ideas.

Lin Shaohua could understand Mo Yingying's situation now, and sighed helplessly, and could only temporarily accept this fact that was not yet certain.

He said nothing, standing there stupidly, with mixed feelings. If all this was true, Mo Yingying could not accurately divine the whereabouts of the seeds of the immortal tree for himself, then he would be miserable and could only wait quietly.

Suddenly, the past appeared in front of him one after another, and Chen Jingyan's voice, appearance and smile were always wandering in his mind. And An Yi, would they be in danger?

The sky gradually darkened, and night fell again, but at this time, Lin Shaohua seemed to have no intention of going back. There was a sarcophagus here and this warm jade mine cave. Maybe some other things inside?

Mo Yingying's tears were almost gone at this time. The sound of the silver bell was obviously hoarse, but she still sobbed intermittently, making Lin Shaohua, who had been by her side, dare not mention this matter again, and could only stare blankly.

To a certain extent, Lin Shaohua really wants to slap himself in the mouth now. Why do you go to the southern Xinjiang to do without any trouble? If Mo Yingying’s matter in front of him is not solved, he may not be able to go back. Leaving a woman alone to bear such a thing is not his style.

"Yingying, you're hungry. I still have some dry food here. You can eat some!"

Lin Shaohua and Mo Yingying gradually stopped crying, and then took out the dry food from her body.

It is said to be dry food, but it is just some compressed biscuits. After all, it takes a long time to walk in the deep mountains and forests of southern Xinjiang, so Lin Shaohua can only carry convenient food.

After his arms moved slightly, a faint stinging pain came from the wound on his shoulder, but he clenched his teeth tightly, and he didn't even snort, forcibly enduring the severe pain of the wound.

Mo Yingying stared at the jar in her hand stupidly. Now it should be said to be an urn jar, without any spirit. She shook her head slightly and rejected Lin Shaohua's kindness.

In her heart, she had completely determined that her grandfather was dead and was holding his grandfather's urn. How could she eat something when she was so sad?

Lin Shaohua sighed slightly. He didn't know how to describe his mood now. He had nothing to do with this old man, and there was no need to be sad. But when he saw Mo Yingying's appearance, his heart was almost broken.

To a certain extent, Lin Shaohua is not a fickle man, but sometimes what happens makes him unable to control himself, and it seems that all beautiful things happen to him.

"Yingying, don't be so sad first. Everything is unknown. Even the advanced national technology now cannot find out who the ashes belong to. Why are you so absolute? And the jar has not been opened yet. Is it a ashes inside? Maybe it's a key? Maybe something that can open the sarcophagus?" Lin Shaohua now talked to Mo Yingying as calmly as possible, wanting her to temporarily suppress her sad mood.

But what Lin Shaohua didn't expect was that Mo Yingying couldn't listen at all. After hearing his words, she started sobbing in a low voice again.

This kind of mood is sometimes very difficult to understand. When people are dead, what's the use of crying? Can they survive? But the feeling of grief in my heart is simply crazy and makes people want to cry.

Seeing that he made Mo Yingying cry again, Lin Shaohua stopped talking, and shook his head helplessly and sat aside in a daze.

The whole thing seemed to be a bit strange, but he couldn't tell where it was strange, so he could only slowly sort out the picture since he came here.

Lin Shaohua felt mixed emotions and did not notice that Mo Yingying, who was beside him, had quietly stood up and walked towards the edge of the cliff step by step.

This is halfway up the mountain, and the stream flows out from the cracks of the mountain, like the kind of spring water underground, constantly gusting. The place where it pours down is at a vertical angle of 90 degrees. Just below is the small pool with a sarcophagus hidden.

If you fall at such a high distance, you will definitely lose your life. Even the pool cannot completely remove such a violent impact.

The night in the mountains was almost invisible to see his fingers, and Mo Yingying's movements were so light that she was dozing, but Lin Shaohua, who was half-dream and half-awake, did not notice it at all.

Mo Yingying's expression was dull, and there were still tears in the corners of her eyes. She was still holding the urn with the jackal totem in her hand, gently dragging her heavy steps and walking towards the mountain stream.

"Yingying, are you cold?" Finally, at this critical moment, Lin Shaohua woke up and felt a little chilling on his body when he was blown by the mountain wind, so he asked softly.

It is impossible for a person who is so sad to fall asleep. If he falls asleep, it is the second half of the night, but now it is impossible.

Mo Yingying did not answer, and her steps were still slow, approaching the edge of the cliff, as if she had not heard Lin Shaohua's voice, and her expression did not change at all, and she was still dull.

"Yingying, are you cold?" Lin Shaohua was slightly stunned when he didn't hear Mo Yingying's answer, and then asked again, this time his tone was obviously higher.

But Mo Yingying still didn't answer and was still approaching the cliff. Finally, Lin Shaohua felt something was wrong and became alert all of a sudden. The Yin and Yang eyes were also used by him all of a sudden, but the situation in front of him almost made him crazy.

Mo Yingying was already standing on the edge of the cliff at this time. He just took a step forward and fell down. He jumped, jumped up from the ground, and rushed towards Mo Yingying.

Almost in an instant, Qinglinying seemed to find that the situation was not good at this time. She flapped her wings gently, and her eyes shone brightly.

"Save people!" In just a moment, Lin Shaohua quickly gained a sense of communication with Qinglinying in his consciousness, but only two, and nothing else was said.

Qinglinying felt that his master was in danger, and Lin Shaohua's sudden communication of consciousness made it feel that time was urgent. His wings shook slightly, rushed into the air, and then rushed toward the bottom with his head.

"Huhhh..." A strong wind quickly approached from the air. The Qinglin Eagle in the dark night brought out a whistling sound of wind, and it suddenly reached the edge of the cliff under Mo Yingying's feet.

Mo Yingying didn't notice at all. She had already stepped out and her expression was still dull. Lin Shaohua, who was behind him, instantly grabbed her shoulder at this critical moment.

"Ah...hiss..." The severe pain from the shoulder made Lin Shaohua gasp and scream. Fortunately, the fallen power was still supported by Qinglin Eagle, otherwise his wound would have broken again after all.
Chapter completed!