Qin Miao hands the urn to Huo Baiyuan.

Huo Baiyuan reached for it and held it tightly in his arms, just like he had held song Lishu. He lowered his head and pressed his cheek against the cold jar. He called softly: "Lishu..."

There is his glass book in it.

There is only one way to revive Lishu. In any case, he can't fail.

He wants Lishu to come back to him intact.

The weather was overcast with dark clouds in the distance, and the air was humid and sultry.

Huo Baiyuan came out with the urn in his arms, and a car was parked outside.

Qin Miao opened the trunk, put the luggage in, ready to go around to the driver's seat, Huo Baiyuan suddenly stopped him.

He didn't know why he looked at Huo Baiyuan.

Huo Baiyuan said without expression: "I'll go alone."

Qin Miao was stunned: "young master..."

"I've prepared a box of money for you, which is enough for your whole life. With the money, you can go anywhere you want. You don't have to follow me any more." Huo Baiyuan said.

Qin Miao suddenly changed his face and said in disbelief: "this kind of time. Are you going to drive me away? "

Huo Baiyuan slightly deviated from the beginning. The eyes behind Bai Ling didn't look at Qin Miao. The light voice seemed to dissipate with the wind.

"You've done enough for me over the years. From now on, you can live your own life."

"But..."

But Qin Miao has been with Huo Baiyuan since he was a child. He has been his assistant for so many years that he has no life of his own.

"But I'm your assistant!" Qin Miao couldn't help roaring.

Huo Baiyuan's cold and hard face was not touched.

"Not now."

Leaving this sentence behind, Huo Baiyuan opens the car door, sits in the driver's seat, puts the ashes of song Lishu on the copilot, slams the door shut, isolating Qin Miao from the outside.

Step on the accelerator and the car will fly out in an instant.

Qin Miao returned to his senses and suddenly ran after the car. But the gradually moving car body soon disappeared and became a small spot in his sight.

Huo Baiyuan was driving along the road. After a while, he noticed something was wrong. Through the rearview mirror, he saw a car at the back of the car following him.

Huo Baiyuan turned a few corners and failed to get rid of the car behind him. On the contrary, the car was getting closer and closer. It seemed that he was bound to chase Huo Baiyuan.

Until the empty and uninhabited highway, the window of the car behind him was opened, and a figure came out of the window with a gun in hand. With a bang, the bullet hit Huo Baiyuan's tire.

The car body drifted violently on the road. Huo Baiyuan turned the steering wheel with one hand, but with the other hand he didn't pick up the co pilot's urn and held it tightly in his arms. The car was like a snake. After several times of twisting on the road, in the end, the front of the car hit a big tree heavily.

The smoke came out of the car. Huo Baiyuan got off with the ashes of song Lishu in his arms. The car behind him also stopped. Su Mi's figure came out of the car with a gun in his hand.

Huo Baiyuan turns towards Su MI. At the same time, Su Mi quickly raises his gun and aims at Huo Baiyuan. Without hesitation, he pulls the trigger.

The bullet flew out in an instant and hit the urn that Huo Baiyuan held in front of him. With a bang, the urn burst in Huo Baiyuan's arms, and the ashes were splashed on the ground.

"Lishu!"

Huo Baiyuan roared. He couldn't care if Su Mian still pointed a gun at him. He fell to his knees with a plop, and quickly gathered the ashes on the ground with his hand.