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Chapter 547 Extra? Like a Dream

Three years later.

A cemetery in the suburbs of Basil City.

The drizzle was falling gently.

A black car slowly drove into the entrance of the cemetery, and its wheels rolled over the wet soil, leaving traces of varying depths.

The car door opened gently and Yang Qingqing stepped out.

She held an umbrella and looked up at the gray sky.

Ever since Dawaner left, it has rained on the third day of September every year, as if God knew that she should not die like that.

The Soul-Crushing Umbrella feeds on desire, and all succubi find it difficult to get close to it. Possessing such a life-long weapon, one should die heroically like the others as Elder Liu said.

But.

God does not fulfill one's wishes.

The bullet hit them right in the heart, and the room was locked by magic. When they came out, Dawan'er was already dead.

The next day when they boarded the ship, a passenger saw Dawan'er's body and wanted to throw it into the sea, but was beaten up by her and Yang Nian.

But later the body was taken away by He Xiubai.

She couldn't beat Yang Nian.

It was not until a month after returning to Basil that the funeral and cemetery were opened to the public.

"Sister Yue, my sister and I are here to see you again. Last month, my sister took over the token from Elder Liu. From now on, you should call her Elder Yang."

Yang Qingqing came back to her senses, walked over and placed the things she bought in front of the monument one by one.

She laughed: "I'm not that old, your sister."

Yang Nian disagreed: "Elder Yang represents a respectful title, otherwise others will cause trouble again."

"Sister Yue, let me tell you, they just can't stand seeing a woman like you in power..."

As she spoke, Yang Nian wanted to cry again.

If I had been more careful in the antique shop that day, perhaps I wouldn't have been controlled by Tang Xuning.

She thought that she just needed to reject Mr. Wu's request to "kill Song Yuesheng".

Who would have thought that the real danger was hiding in the dark.

On the way back, Yang Nian asked curiously, "Sister, since He Xiubai built this cemetery and sent people to guard the gate, why didn't you come to see Sister Yue?"

Yang Qingqing looked at the flowers in the garden. There were no dead branches or leaves, which showed that the flowers were well cared for.

She said slowly: "Maybe I'm afraid of being hurt by the scene."

Yang Nian fell silent.

She lowered her head, kicked the stones under her feet, and sighed, "If only I could board the Onerii cruise ship a year or two later."

Having said that, she also knew that the current peace among the three tribes was driven by Sister Yue's death.

Three years ago, after Sister Yue’s funeral, Elder Liu was invited to stay.

When he came back the next day, he informed them of the new rules - that is, to coexist peacefully with the succubus.

At first, many members of the tribe were dissatisfied, but after being restrained and punished according to the rules, everyone became well-behaved.

I heard that succubi were often injured during that period.

Until now, most people no longer reject the existence of others.

I believe that in the near future, everyone will live equally on the same land.

"oops!"

Yang Nian slapped his head suddenly.

"I almost forgot about going to the art exhibition. If I don't go today, Yan Li will go to another city tomorrow."

Yang Qingqing looked at her hesitantly: "What are you doing...?"

"You don't even know how much a painting signed by Yan Li can sell for." Yang Nian glanced at the message on his phone and hurriedly ran away from under the umbrella. "Yan Shuang urged me to leave. I'm leaving first. Remember to ask my parents to save some food for me!"

gallery.

Yan Shuang turned off her phone and looked at Yan Li who was explaining the exhibition to the visitors.

To be honest, although she had meant to joke before, she was not sure what her brother thought of Song Yuesheng now.

like?

The funeral was peaceful, and she was indifferent when another man took away her body.

dislike?

People who are away from home all year round return to Basil on the third day of September every year.

The painting titled "The Extremes of Good and Evil" is hung in the middle of the exhibition.

Yan Shuang saw the original picture by chance, and the person on the recliner was Song Yuesheng.

"Mr. Yan, your painting is brightly colored and gives people a warm feeling. Why did you choose 'The Extremes of Good and Evil' as the title?"

Yan Li smiled slightly: "Everyone has two sides."

"Is there something hateful about a pitiful person?"

Yan Li smiled slightly: "She is not pitiful, but a pity."

"What a pity... Could it be that the model in the painting is the girl you like, Mr. Yan?"

"Oh~~~"

Those who heard this couldn't help but smile.

Yan Li shook his head: "She is not, she is a very strange person I met by chance."

The soul is strange.

The innate weapon is ridiculously powerful.

The seal that blocked desire loosened with her intrusion.

Even death comes so suddenly.

Song Yuesheng's soul had become different for more than ten days. Sometimes he even doubted whether she really existed on that cruise ship.

But no more speculation is important.

Yan Li looked up at the painting on the wall.

If you were still alive...

He frowned.

Judging from her hunting behavior in Zui Xiaoyao, if she were alive, there was no telling what she would do with the Soul-Breaking Umbrella.

"Mr. Yan, can you tell me the story of this painting?"

Someone asked this question.

The corners of Yan Li's mouth slightly raised, his eyes somewhat nostalgic: "Okay, but my acquaintance with her was not a pleasant one..."

**

The top executives of Kronus Group all knew that starting three years ago, their secretary would order a bouquet of flowers every September 3rd, to be delivered to an unknown location and to whomever it was delivered to.

Someone saw the secretary going upstairs with a bouquet of flowers, and she couldn't wait to share it in the small group, and everyone continued to gossip about who would receive the bouquet.

The secretary muted the notification sound on his phone. This group of people were really good at slacking off. If they knew that the flowers were sent to the cemetery built by He Xiubai in the suburbs, I'm afraid the group would explode.

The secretary calmed himself down, knocked on the door of the president's office, and walked in after hearing a response.

"Mr. Sheng, these are this year's flowers."

Sheng Qiwen raised his head and glanced at it: "Send it as usual."

"Yes."

After the secretary left, Sheng Qiwen pinched his brows in annoyance.

She is really a thorn in the side.

Leaving won't bring him peace.

Even if the hotel is demolished, the three tribes are at peace, bouquets of flowers are sent every year, and Qingming Festival sacrifices continue, the scar on my abdomen will still hurt, and I will still think of Song Yuesheng.

I really don’t know when this kind of day will end.

The rain fell steadily all night long.

In the evening, backstage at a film awards ceremony.

When asked by a reporter how he felt about winning the Best Actor Award, Ruan Jing touched his chin, pretended to think for a while, and gave the same answer as always.

"I once met someone who was the best actress I've ever seen. She knew everything, but she could still act like she was righteous and caring about others. She was so sincere that you couldn't tell she was lying. I'm far from her."

The reporter asked: "Teacher Ruan, is there a chance to see you guys working together?"

Ruan Jing smiled slightly: "She is not from the circle. Compared with people outside the circle, I hope to have the opportunity to cooperate with Brother Chen and Sister Zhou."

In the cemetery.

There were a lot of tribute bouquets.

Ruan Jing closed the interview clip on his phone and talked to himself.

"Song Yuesheng, are your ears almost callused by listening to so much? But it's so boring. There's no one else like you who can be considered a rival."

He sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness and nostalgia in his tone.

"If you can hear it, it's nice to play chess in a dream."

"Song Yuesheng, the peace you talked about has basically become a reality. If you see it with your own eyes..."

Ruan Jing's words came to an abrupt end.

The umbrella was tilted and the raindrops fell on my body.

"Song Yuesheng."

Ruan Jing touched the photo of the smiling woman on the tombstone, his eyes lowered, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyelids.

"I think...I miss you a little bit."

Meanwhile, Hyperion Group.

The third day of September every year is the busiest day of the year for He Xiubai.

Others think he works very hard, but only He Xiubai himself knows that when he is busy he has no time to think about other things.

But the reality was not what he wished.

He Xiubai always thinks of this day three years ago unconsciously.

If he had personally placed the explosives to destroy the secret passage, would Song Yuesheng not have died?

No one told him the answer.

Song Yuesheng didn't come to find him in his dreams either.

He Xiubai put down the documents in his hand and rubbed his eyebrows lightly.

The person who killed her has already paid with his life.

He also contributed to the current peaceful situation.

A moment.

He Xiubai laughed softly, with a hint of bitterness and tenderness in his laughter.

"Song Yuesheng, I couldn't forget you again this year."

The technique of entering other people's dreams cannot create dreams for yourself.

He tilted his head slightly, and his somewhat decadent figure was printed on the glass window. "If you want to laugh, come find me in your dreams, okay?"