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What Lu Chen will face may not be as easy as Tianfeng Mountain.

But Song Qingshan believed in him.

Because Lu Chen is the kind of person who gets more chaotic and cold.

In a chaotic situation, it is easiest for a knife to find the line to cut.

In the morning, Gu Chenzhou was also preparing to return to Shoushan Terrace.

His injury was serious, and Shen Bingxin originally did not allow him to move.

But Gu Chenzhou insisted on confirming the old formation.

Finally, Shen Bingxin took a step back.

Song Qingshan went with him.

Black Tiger drives.

Mr. Qin accompanied him.

Gu Chenzhou was sitting in the back seat, his face was pale, but he was holding on to the Soul Seizing Bell.

Song Qingshan glanced at him.

"You can't live without it now?"

Gu Chenzhou said: "It's not that we can't live without each other."

"The door to death is not yet stable."

Song Qingshan said: "It is not your death alone."

Gu Chenzhou was silent for a moment.

"I know."

"But the father's bones and mother's hair are both at Shoushantai."

"Although the old formation protected it last night, I won't feel at ease unless I see it with my own eyes."

Song Qingshan did not persuade him again.

He understood Gu Chenzhou.

Twenty-three years after the loss, no one can really feel relieved to finally bring the remains of their loved ones back to their old place.

When the car reached halfway up the mountain, everyone walked up to the mountain guard platform.

The traces of yesterday's battle are still there.

There are black marks on the mountain road after corpses were burned. The edges of the stone steps were smashed in several places, and a faint burnt smell lingers in the air.

The Morishantai altar is still there.

The dark red light of the old formation was weak, but it did not break.

The wooden box of Gu Huaishan's remains was quietly placed in the resting place.

The mother-hair jade bottle is also intact.

Gu Chenzhou walked to the altar and slowly knelt down.

This time, he didn't say much.

He just pressed his forehead against the cold stone platform.

Neither Song Qingshan nor Mr. Qin bothered.

Black Tiger stood far away, even breathing lightly.

When Gu Chenzhou stood up, his eyes were slightly red, but his expression was calmer than before.

"The old formation is still there."

Song Qingshan nodded.

"After the tea party, we won for now."

Gu Chenzhou looked towards the door of death.

"Only temporarily."

"Well, it's just for now."

Gu Chenzhou raised his hand and the Soul Seizing Bell rang gently.

There was no echo from the direction of Death's Gate.

At least not at the moment.

Gu Chenzhou whispered: "I want to stay at Shoushan Terrace all night."

Song Qingshan frowned.

Gu Chenzhou said: "It's not about showing off."

"The old formation was attacked yesterday, and I need to replenish it."

"The father's bones and mother's hair also need to be requiemed."

Song Qingshan looked at him.

Gu Chenzhou added: "I will ask Mr. Qin to stay on the outside and not go deep into the door of death."

Mr. Qin said from the side: "Don't worry, Mr. Song, I'm keeping an eye on him."

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