Three days, three whole days, all parties took action, and the entire Shangjing was turned upside down, only three feet of digging was needed, but there was no news at all.
Ye Wanwan and Yan Chen seemed to disappear out of thin air.
After three days and three nights of sleepless nights, Ye Shaoyang and Lin Xiao were exhausted, their anger settled, and they calmed down.
Ye Shaoyang looked at the sky hopefully: "Do you think Wanwan is still alive? She is just injured. Yan Chen must have a way to save her. He must be saving her now."
"She will definitely not be able to come back now. When her injuries heal over time, she will definitely come back, right?"
Lin Xiao couldn't bear to destroy his fantasy. He shed so much blood and a sword penetrated his heart. How could he still survive?
But now they can't find anyone, and no one can live or die, and no one can accept the worst, so why not think on the bright side, maybe the sky has eyes?
There is no answer worse than death, so let's hope for something better.
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Yan Chen actually did not leave Shangjing, but his place was well hidden and unknown, so naturally no one could find them.
That night when he brought Ye Wanwan back, all the life in her cold body was gone.
No one was in more pain than him, but he didn't say a word, asked someone to prepare water, and personally changed Ye Wanwan's bloody clothes.
The blood on her body had almost drained out, and no blood came out of the wounds, leaving only the hideous gashes.
He gently wiped the blood from her body, using gentle force for fear of hurting her, and washed her whole body clean without any blasphemy.
After cleaning, there was no blood on the body, and the body was white and holy. However, the two wounds on the front and back ruined the beauty.
He took out the medicine and applied it carefully to the wound.
After changing into clean clothes, he carried her to the bed, put her down gently, covered her with a quilt and slept in each other's arms, as if she was not dead at all.
She just fell asleep, so he would sleep with her.
"Master, this is crazy." Mu Feng sighed.
When Ye Wanwan was alive, she was Yan Chen's weakness, his beauty gate, and the Tomb of Heroes. Although it made Yan Chen lose his ambition, Yan Chen was still a living person.
It has flesh and blood, and all seven emotions and six desires.
Now that Ye Wanwan is dead, Yan Chen may be buried as well.
Mu Feng was a little dissatisfied with Ye Wanwan's existence before. Yan Chen always revolved around her, and all his ambitions and plans would give way to her. He was completely obsessed with the love between his children, which completely curbed Yan Chen's ambition and desire for power.
No one wants to follow a master who is obsessed with the love between his children, but there is no doubt about Yan Chen's ability, and it is precisely because of Ye Wanwan that he will make plans and setups again and again, just to be with her.
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After working so hard and preparing for so long, all difficulties have been eliminated, and we are about to get married. Who would have thought that something went wrong at this last moment.
The fragrance disappears and the jade dies, everything becomes empty.
No one knows the importance of Ye Wanwan to Yan Chen better than them. If he is not crazy, who is?
Mu Yu looked at the door and was extremely worried: "It's been three days, he won't..." Follow the madam, right?
Mu Feng understood what he was saying and shook his head: "No, the murderer is still alive, he will not die."
That's right, how could Yan Chen die without revenge for Ye Wanwan? The Ye family will take into account that Ye Zhaoru is Ye Wanwan's biological father, but Yan Chen will not.
"But we can't let him stay with us like this. If we don't get out of this door, we will die inside sooner or later."
The two were filled with worries, and just when they were about to go in and pull the person out, the door opened.
After not coming out for three days and three nights, Yan Chen's face was visibly pale, but there was not much depression or collapse.
"Call those two people from the Wu clan."
Mu Yu went and quickly called the people over. Yan Chen took the people in. He didn't know what he was doing, but he just brought a lot of medicine.
Two days later, he put a wedding dress on Ye Wanwan's body and put on a wedding dress himself.
The team to welcome the bride was ready. At midnight, everything was quiet, but the house was brightly lit, and the big red words "Happy" on the lantern looked particularly strange at this moment.
Although Mu Feng and Mu Yu helped prepare everything, seeing this scene still made them feel scared.
Their hands were stained with countless blood. They were not afraid of ghosts, but they were really infiltrating people.
In the middle of the wedding hall was a red lacquered coffin made of nanmu inlaid with gold. The strange color made them believe that Yanchen was going to summon Ye Wanwan's soul to have a love affair with a ghost, not to mention that he would be laid to rest.
Yan Chen slowly put Ye Wanwan into the coffin and carefully arranged her clothes.
"Crazy, crazy!" Mu Feng rubbed his arms. The hairs all over his body stood up and his scalp was numb. He wanted to get out of here quickly. This scene could become a lifelong nightmare for him.
Not only Mu Feng and others thought Yan Chen was crazy, but Ye Shaoyang and Lin Xiao also thought.
Because Yan Chen was getting married, they finally found their location, saw the wedding with their own eyes, and saw the red lacquered coffin. They were so shocked that they forgot to go in.
When it was over, the two of them came back to their senses and fell from the eaves.
Seeing that it was them, no one stopped them.
They were shocked by the strange aura just now, but now they were so sad that they wanted to cry.
Ye Shaoyang didn't even know how he walked to the coffin.
The coffin was not covered with a lid, and the bride in her wedding clothes was just lying inside. The exquisite and gorgeous wedding clothes wrapped her body without any warmth.
The bride's head was covered with a hijab. Ye Shaoyang trembled and wanted to reach out to lift it, but before he could touch it, he was held by a hand.
It's Yan Chen.
He took Ye Shaoyang's hand away, and his hoarse voice was calm but gentle: "She is my bride, it's my turn to lift the hijab."
Ye Shaoyang couldn't refute, he just stared at the bride closely and watched Yan Chen lift her hijab with great respect.
That face was all too familiar to him. With makeup on, it looked like he was sleeping peacefully. It was still as beautiful as ever, but it had no breathing, no warmth, and would never wake up again.