Old Man Huang finally agreed to Li Yu's request to go to the tomb to see it. The main reason was that Old Man Huang wanted to go there himself.

The old graves on the hill are covered with wild grass. Even if these withered and yellow weeds are not cleaned for a few weeks, they will grow like crazy, breaking through the sky and covering up the grave.

Only after struggling to clear the handwriting on the tombstone was found.

The tomb of the ancestor of the Huang clan.

The latest name added.

Huang Zhiming.

"Grandpa, I'm here to see you, and I'm here with someone who claims to know you. I didn't expect that someone really came to see you, not like looking at a monkey, watching the old man [Longevity]." Old man Huang gently stroked the grave, thinking a lot: "The people who looked at monkeys were no longer here now. If they die, they have no value. It's really ironic. In the past, they all came to pretend to be..."

This is buried with his grandfather, his father, his mother and grandmother...

When Li Yu stepped into this cemetery, his mind was suddenly moved.

The water mirror actually activated automatically, pulling Li Yu into the hallucination.

"Ding, the water mirror resonates automatically."

"Water drips through the stone, and with the blessing of time, the willpower of mortals can also reach an amazing level that ordinary people cannot reach under the accumulation of time."

In the illusion, Li Yu saw the scene that happened in the past.

It was a 16-year-old dark young man, looking at the sky with iron, looking at the expectation, the beauty returns.

"Little baby, don't think about the goddess on the mountain. Come on, my daughter is very good, and she likes you very much. Why not just follow me?"

The meat maker who came to the knife shop to ask for a knife grinned and smiled and joked, "There is a bit serious in his words. The meat maker likes the young man's seriousness very much."

The boy just smiled and didn't say anything, and still used his hands to press the iron.

The hammer and iron fight, the young man is energetic, full of energy and hope.

...

The young man grew up to be a young man, 25 years old, and he was at the age of having to get married. The man did not come back. The young man was in a state of mortality, married someone else, had a wedding night and had a happy life.

The young man forgot the goddess on the mountain, lived peacefully with his current wife, with a lot of children and grandchildren, and his wife and children were happy.

But happiness doesn't last long.

Malaria is prevalent and his wife also died in the disease.

He lost everything again.

Then, he started waiting again.

The female Taoist priest who has not returned yet, the person who made the promise back then.

...

I have experienced famine, disease, war, and many things.

These things can make a person forget a lot of pain and joy, and it seems a bit insignificant in the face of the changes of time.

That young man no longer remembers what he had experienced.

In the end, only the support of obsession was left, and I only knew that I had to wait.

Wait...

Wait for that good man to return.

......

The power of time is very huge. Although it is just a vague fragment, Li Yu witnessed it with his own eyes. He went from a young man to a gray-haired old man.

This obsession is powerful and almost exhausts all life.

So when Li Yu was pulled out of the water mirror, he could feel the remaining traces of time on his body.

"You said, is the person grandpa waiting for really back? He has been waiting for so long..." Old Man Huang murmured: "I heard that it is the goddess on this mountain. Could it be? It's just imagined by grandpa. Many times, we all doubt whether there is really this person... and for this person, grandpa has been waiting for a hundred years..."

"Is it really worth it to pay for a hundred years because of a thought?" Old Man Huang sighed.

"Don't underestimate the power of longing. Sometimes, this power can even travel through time and space...you see."

Li Yu lifted Fang Huamin's veil.

When he saw the full picture of Fang Huamin, Old Man Huang looked shocked.

"This...this is...this is what."

"The flowers are like dreams." Li Yu looked at the grave and said calmly: "At the end of the dream, it was finally realized. This is the person the son of the knife maker has been waiting for for a hundred years."

At this time, Fang Huamin's zombie actually started to act on its own.

You should know that if this kind of zombie has no orders, it is impossible to act on its own.

The zombie in front of him is completely incredible to act on his own.

Old Man Huang was still immersed in shock.

Fang Huamin dragged his body slowly towards the tombstone.

"Dad! Look!"

Li Huan suddenly exclaimed.

Li Yu looked over and saw a ray of white smoke coming out of the grave, as mist as water mist.

The white smoke turned into an old man.

White hair drooping, drooping eyes, simple single clothes, hunched back, and long crutches.

The image of an old man who is about to die.

This is...

Until now, the young man.

Huang Zhiming.

"No wonder it can directly activate my water mirror. The strength of this soul body, well... no, this is not a soul or a resentful spirit..."

Li Yu looked at the old man Huang next to him, and the old man Huang looked at the figure gathered by Bai Yan in shock.

He saw it, too.

But Old Man Huang has no spiritual vision and spiritual constitution. Naturally, what he sees cannot be the soul, unless it is a powerful resentful spirit, and the thing in front of him does not look like a resentful spirit no matter how he looks.

Fang Huamin walked towards the tombstone.

The phantom condensed by white smoke also walked towards Fang Huamin.

Huang Zhiming's phantom gradually became young from old age.

Come to Fang Huamin again.

They snuggled up to each other, and finally the phantom returned to nothingness.

"Is this also the supernatural power of mortals? Quantitative change causes qualitative change... This is something similar to supernatural power. Human power has its limits, but the power of will can surpass this limit..."

Li Yu felt what the constituent element of the white smoke phantom was the small light spots floating in the air when using magical powers.

A weak centenarian, who had left something by his will before his death.

Fang Huamin crossed the dissipated white smoke and leaned against the tombstone.

The zombie, who should have no feelings, suddenly smiled.

The smile is as beautiful as the blooming of early spring, just like the past.

"I'm back..."

Li Yu realized it only then.

The strong willpower is not only the son of the knife maker, but also Fang Huamin. Even if he is transformed into a brainless zombie, he still remembers what he should have remembered.

The will supported by longing has also not dissipated for a hundred years and has been supporting it to return here.

...

[When I come back, I will entrust my master to marry you! As long as I can attack the Ghost King, I can agree to any request!]

【Okay, I will wait for you to come back, keep waiting...】

[We hook~ hook up and down.]

【No change is allowed for a hundred years】

Under the moon in the empty mountains, lovesickness is like a dream, and a hundred years of dreams are like bubbles...
Chapter completed!