In a daze, ye Pengfei felt as if he had a long dream.

He dreamt that he had become old, with white hair and withered like withered grass. His body was thin, leaving only skin and bones. He had almost lost all consciousness, but his consciousness was still a little sober.

Someone was moving his body, someone was crying, it was like the cry of Songgang.

He didn't know what had happened, why Songgang had to cry, who had moved my body, and what were they going to do?

All of a sudden, he felt that he was still in a pit. Someone was throwing mud on him. Songgang's cry was even louder.

Ye Pengfei suddenly woke up: "the grass, someone is going to bury me?"

He struggled to get up, but was pressed down by a big hand. The man who wanted to bury himself alive was saying something to himself, but ye Pengfei couldn't concentrate on listening. Now he's fighting even harder. I'm not dead yet. How much do you mean to bury me alive?

But the more he wanted to fight, the more he couldn't make any effort. He could only let a little bit of loess sprinkle on himself and bury himself.

"It's the golden horn, the golden haired monster. You're such a devil. I'm not dead yet!" Ye Pengfei repeatedly in the heart of the cry of protest, but these words can not be said.

Ye Pengfei, who found that he could not resist, finally had to calm down. He found that his divine consciousness had been wandering outside, and he could observe everything within three meters.

The one who buried himself was really the golden horn. He was covering his grave with the last piece of loess. Then this guy seemed to feel that his grave was not solid enough. He jumped directly on the high grave and stepped on it with his feet.

Ye Pengfei was very helpless. He did not expect that his life would be brilliant. In the end, he was buried alive by his own people.

Feeling the cold soil under the ground, he couldn't express his frustration.

"Well, don't cry in Songgang. I will take good care of you for this boy in the future." The Golden Horn master patted Songgang's thin shoulder and comforted him.

When ye Pengfei saw this scene, he couldn't help fainting.

How dare you bury this guy?

Songgang nodded and looked at the tombstone standing in front of Ye Pengfei's grave. His eyes were full of reluctant, but it was just reluctant. Ye Pengfei's strange discovery was that whether it was the golden horn or Songgang, there was no sadness in his own grave.

Especially the dog thief, the Golden Horn master, even said he was laughing.

Too cold, too cruel, right? Even if the heart is not sad for me, how much also show, so that I have some balance in mind.

"Uncle Jinjiao, can my brother really survive five years later?" Songgang asked the golden horn.

The Golden Horn master patted himself on the chest and said, "of course, you can't believe me. If I say he will live, he will. During your brother's absence, he must hope that you will follow me to practice hard and improve your strength. When your brother comes back to life, you can help him. "

Looking at the Golden Horn master's appearance of abducting a girl, ye Pengfei really wants to scold: resurrect you, you are paralyzed. I was buried alive by you. In a few days, I will become a pile of bones. How can I resurrect?

"Let's go and leave your brother alone for a while. I'll take you to meet your sisters in law in Nanyu."

"Sister in law? Does my brother have many wives? Then my sister... "

"Your brother is the most playful. There are at least seven or eight women. You can't follow him in the future."

"She is a girl and only loves one man in her life Uncle Jinjiao, shall we tell my sister-in-law about my brother's being buried here? "

"It must be said, but we can only tell them that your brother is dead. We must not let them know that your brother will come back to life in five years, and we can't say anything else."

"Why?"

"Because, er After all, your brother is a sinner. He made up the laws of heaven and made the world return to the age of myth. "

"What does it have to do with whether or not we can resurrect?"

"Well Well, it doesn't matter. But then again, your brother can't compare with me in terms of elegance. In those days, I was a saint in my left hand and a fairy in my right hand... "

Their voices gradually faded away. When they left, the empty mountain was quiet and the mountain wind was cool. In the barren mountains and fields, there was only a lonely Tomb of Ye Pengfei, desolate and lonely.

Ye Pengfei wakes up and sleeps deeply. He wakes up after he falls asleep. He often doesn't know how long it takes. He thought he was going to die here, but later, he finds that he can't die at all. Besides his body can't move, his consciousness is still awake.

It's not a good thing to be conscious. You can't speak or act. It's a kind of psychological torture to face this desolate mountain and grave everyday.I don't know how long later, some unknown insects came in from the cold mud and wanted to bite their own bodies. However, as soon as they got close to their bodies, they were suddenly killed by a strange force. After that, no insects dared to get close to him.

A monster passed by his solitary grave. The monster looked at the tombstone in front of the grave, and finally pissed and left.

Wake up, sleep, wake up. On this day, three people came to Ye Pengfei's grave and put some flowers and fruits in front of his tombstone. Ye Pengfei recognized these people. They turned out to be the Si family, Si Hongshuang, Luo Changhe and elder Si er who appeared not long ago.

"Ye Xiaoyou, you should have been a hero of a generation, but you didn't want to die early. If not, you will be able to become a great emperor in the future. It's a pity that you may even rise by day. " Luo Changhe sighed, took out a few sticks of incense and lit them up.

"Although you killed more than 20 saints of our si family, we should not have offended you. The world has always respected the strong. You have won our respect. " Si Er Chang Lao Dao.

"A large part of your death was caused by us. If we didn't kill you at the beginning, maybe you didn't need to use the dark law to kill Shi Qilin that day. I should be responsible for the name of an eternal sinner. Ah..." Si Hongshuang sighed.

After the three of the Si family left, a few days later, the sky suddenly heard the sound of breaking the sky, and two old men came to the grave of Ye Pengfei. One of them was wearing brocade clothes, and the other was gray. Although both of them were very old, their faces were red, just like babies.