Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 165 Come back, I will die for you!

The copper kettle leaks, and time passes bit by bit.

Late at night.

Everyone was crowded in Bai Jing's room, looking at him who was sleeping worriedly.

At this time.

Bai Jing suddenly breathed rapidly, gasping for air until the breath came up. He bit his arm and whimpered: "Father..."

Seeing that Bai Jing woke up and was safe, Cui breathed a sigh of relief.

Several sisters-in-law and Chuanyi also breathed a sigh of relief.

Bai Xiuying cried and comforted: "Fifth brother, don't cry, they are all heroes, we should be proud."

Bai Jing broke away from Bai Xiuying, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, stood up unsteadily, and asked hoarsely: "Where are they? Where are they?"

Mrs. Cui quickly supported him: "Husband, I will take you there."

Bai Jing was just being supported by Mrs. Cui, staggering around.

But halfway through, he suddenly stopped. His feet seemed to be entangled with something, making it difficult to even take a step.

What gripped his feet was a sudden fear.

It seems that as long as you don't go, you can deceive yourself that everything is fake.

It seems that as long as they don't move forward, none of the Bai family's men will die.

His father is not dead, his eldest uncle is not dead, his second uncle is not dead, and his third uncle is not dead either.

So many brothers, not to mention dead...

Bai Jing shrank forward, as if there was some terrible scourge in front of him. His face turned pale, extremely white.

But in the end, he still mustered up the courage, pushed Cui away, and staggered toward the house in front of him.

Step by step, he walked hard, but he still made it.

The first thing you see are several dark coffins.

The mourning hall has not been decorated yet, but several coffins are neatly arranged, making the room full.

A slightly damaged soul-calling flag rested alone on the coffin in the middle.

There was a table in the corner with a spiritual tablet on it, and three sticks of incense were half-burned.

This is the mourning hall of his father and brother.

So simple, so deserted, so unknown.

Bai Jing put her hand on one of the coffins, her lips were trembling, her body was shaking, and her heart was in turmoil.

He leaned on the coffin, and after a while, he violently pushed the lid of the coffin.

But the coffin had been nailed, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it at all.

So he shouted and screamed: "Open the coffin! Open the coffin! I don't believe it if I can't see them! I don't believe it!"

Mrs. Cui couldn't stop him, so she cried and persuaded: "Husband, they are all inside. They have been buried properly. The coffin has been closed. It is unlucky to open the coffin."

Second sister-in-law Ren said: "Fifth brother, your second brother is in there, and your second uncle is in there too..."

The third sister-in-law cried: "Fifth brother, your third brother and third uncle are also in there..."

The fourth sister-in-law cried so hard that she couldn't help herself: "Fifth brother, your fourth brother was also picked up, and he is here too."

Sixth sister-in-law burst into tears: "Fifth brother, fifth sister-in-law didn't lie to you, your sixth brother is here too."

Bai Xiuying burst into tears: "Our father, our father is also here..."

After enduring the inhuman torture in the mine, Bai Jing's mind was already on the verge of collapse. At this time, he was shackled by the helplessness and madness, and he couldn't listen to everyone's words.

I just cried stubbornly, shouted loudly, and screamed helplessly: "I don't believe it! I don't believe it if I can't see them!"

Seeing that Bai Jing was unwilling to give up and her body was soaked with blood, Xiao Chuanyi clenched his fists and shouted: "Come here!"

The guard with red eyes walked in immediately: "Young master, please give me your instructions."

Xiao Chuanyi closed his eyes and his breathing was blocked: "Open the coffin, open my father's coffin."

Everyone exclaimed: "Preach justice!"

Mrs. Cui kept shaking her head: "Preaching justice is absolutely forbidden. Since ancient times, the coffin has been sealed and cannot be opened easily. This is unlucky."

Chuanyi said firmly: "I think my father will definitely understand. Uncle Wu is his beloved brother. Uncle Wu wants to see him one last time, and he will not disagree."

So, Xiao Chuanyi ordered: "Open, open my father's coffin."

Chuanyi persisted and no one could stop him.

Then, the nails that were driven in were pulled out, and the heavy coffin lid slowly moved away, revealing Bai Jun dressed in longevity clothes.

Bai Jing lay on the coffin and looked at it for a long time, his eyes ranging from disbelief to disbelief. He recognized his eldest brother...

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood gushed out, Bai Jing covered her chest/mouth and fell to her knees.

"Husband..."

"Fifth Brother..."

"Fifth brother..."

"Fifth Uncle..." Everyone shouted together, and Bai Mingwei's figure happened to appear at the door.

inside.

Bai Jing fell limply into Cui's arms, her lips still stained with the blood she had just spit out, which was shocking.

He was in a daze, as if his soul had been taken away in an instant, and the aura of death was wrapped around his body. His face, which was so thin and boneless, looked even more gray.

In fact, he was aware of it.

Ming Wei who rescued him from the mine and Huo Jiajun who stood guard in the yard made him realize something, but he could still deceive himself.

It wasn't until he saw the unrecognizable body of his elder brother that he finally realized that it was time to wake up.

But how can people accept this fact?
To defeat a high-spirited person is not a matter of thousands of troops, nor a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

All it takes is one piece of news, one that can break his heart.

The young man in thin clothes half leaned in his wife's arms, slowly raised a pair of mangled hands, and covered his face full of medicine.

Tears and blood spilled from the fingers.

His voice was hoarse and crying: "My father, my uncle, my elder brother, my younger brother, are they all gone? Are they all gone?"

Ms. Cui did not dare to move. She slowly stretched out her hand, wanting to touch her husband.

But... when she reached halfway, she couldn't reach out anymore.

Because she knew that she could not comfort her husband or this young man who had lost so many family members.

This is just a teenager!

On the battlefield, a young man would tie red silk on his head to show encouragement...

He didn't die in battle, but managed to escape. He just lived and died again.

Die in this despairing sorrow.

Bai Jing raised her head and turned with difficulty in the direction of the female members of the Bai family.

Plain white, filial piety...all this looked so sad in his eyes.

The corners of his lips were stained with blood, and his eyes were full of fear and confusion.

He stood up suddenly, but fell to the ground again, so he got up on his hands and knees, holding on to the coffin.

He moved his eyes slowly, and then called out everyone.

"Uncle..."

"Second uncle..."

"Third uncle..."

"Father……"

"Big brother..."

"Second brother..."

"Third brother..."

"Fourth brother..."

"Why are there two missing coffins? Who else... who else?!"

Bai Xiuying stepped forward and held his arm, with tears in her eyes: "Fifth brother, there is also seventh brother who has not been found..."

"There is also the seventh brother...only the seventh brother..."

Finally, Bai Jing couldn't bear it anymore, and the accumulated tears burst out like a dam.

He broke away from Bai Xiuying, hugged a coffin tightly, and cried loudly.

The whole room was filled with his pitiful and helpless cries.

"How? Why did you leave?"

"We agreed to return in triumph together, why are they all gone?"

"Father...ah...brother..."

"We agreed to go home together with the soldiers after driving away the Beiyan traitors. Why did you just leave..."

"Why did you leave? Come back... I will die for you... Come back! Come back..."

Bai Jing screamed and howled.

Cried earth-shatteringly.

However, among the nine coffins neatly arranged, the people inside would never respond to him again.

Of the eleven men, at least one survived.

This should have been something to be thankful for, but no one could laugh. His crying brought back sadness, and a person whose eyes were already swollen from crying began to wipe away tears again.

Bai Mingwei, who was standing outside the door, watched all this silently, as if his heart had been stabbed repeatedly by some sharp instrument.

It hurt so much that it was difficult to breathe.

(End of this chapter)