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"How many days has it been? Yang Lin has been missing for how many days."

"Elder Si, Yang Lin has been missing for almost a month."

In the small courtyard inside the Seven-Colored Gate.

Elder Si and others had no choice but to accept this reality.

"Yang Lin, a genius with dual talents and extremely high combat experience, has fallen like this. What a pity, what a pity."

Elder Kuang looked somewhat regretful.

If Yang Lin grows up in the future, he will definitely be a super powerful person who can shock others.

And it is very likely that his attainments are even higher than those of these old men.

Elder Si took a sip of tea. Even without his beloved disciple Yang Lin, he still had to go on with his life.

"We haven't found him for over a month. Let's confirm his death."

"After all, he is a disciple of my Seven Color Sect. Even though we can't find his body, we still have to send him one last gift."

"Everyone, what do you think?"

The Mad War Elder nodded slightly.

"Sure. Besides, we in the Seven Colors Sect already have this kind of business. We hold funerals for disciples who have no family members and died during the mission."

Han Wen was silent for a moment, regarding his junior fellow apprentice's disappearance and confirmed death.

It lasted more than a month and forty-three days.

She also went to South Korea to look for it in person.

But she couldn’t even find the leader of the Seven Killers, so what else could she do?

I had no choice but to accept and face the reality.

Han Wen said: "Well, after checking his identity information, we found that Yang Lin had been living in a house in Jiangnan City. Let's take the things in his house and bury him as him."

Throughout history, if a body cannot be found, the relatives of the body will bury the deceased with his or her favorite things (except for his or her wife and children).

Elder Si said in a deep voice: "Yes."

............

Inside the Capital University.

After finishing his daily alchemy experiments, Su Baizhai returned to the dormitory as usual.

He glanced at the empty bed that he would clean every time it fell dust, and sighed.

Just as I was about to say something to myself, I suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a different color on the bed.

"What is that?"

I walked over and picked it up. It was a black envelope.

There are several words written on it.

【Su Bai collected it.】

"Envelope? Did someone send me a letter? No, that's not right. I don't seem to know anyone."

As he spoke, he took out a blade with his right hand and gently cut open the seal of the envelope.

There was a piece of paper inside. He took it out and glanced at it. When he saw the name on it, Su Bai's pupils suddenly shrank.

at the same time.

In the girls' dormitory.

A pure and lovely loli girl with peach blossom eyes is combing her twin ponytails in front of the mirror.

"Chen Shishi, there is your envelope. It seems to have been sent to us by the same person."

Squeak.

The dormitory door was opened and Bai Yanyan walked in with two envelopes in her hands.

"letter?"

Chen Shishi was slightly stunned, wondering if anyone still sent him letters in this day and age?

Bai Yanyan handed him a letter and walked to the bed and sat down.

tear.

Violent disassembly method.

Pull out the letter inside.

After reading it carefully, his expression was as if he had seen something surprising.

Chen Shishi glanced at Bai Yanyan's expression and opened the envelope.

After a quick read, she said she was confused.

"Who is Yang Lin?"

Bai Yanyan sighed softly.

"Yang Lin...he is a genius."

...........

These invitations were all sent by people from the Seven Colors Sect. Not only Su Bai, Bai Yanyan and the others, but Li Yongqiang and a few others also received invitations.

But there is one thing that the Korean world feels very sad about.

Yang Lin is an orphan. He only has a few friends whom he can name, and their relationships are superficial.

Loneliness, it turns out that people who are born geniuses always give up something.

Jiangnan City.

In an ordinary and unremarkable residential area.

It was all white around.

Passersby couldn't help but stop their cars to take a look.

"What happened? Is someone dead?"

"It must be. Look at this arrangement. The person who died is definitely not an ordinary person."

"He died in such a glorious manner. The person lying in this coffin must have been a very good person in his lifetime."

"Hey, I heard that the person lying in the coffin is just an ordinary college student."

"Oh, you call the students of Capital University ordinary. Anyone who can go to Capital University is a first-class genius."

"That's right. The son of a relative of my aunt's factory team leader's son who sits next to him is studying at Beijing University. I heard that he doesn't have to pay tuition for the entire semester."

"Oh, it would be great if my son could get into Beijing University. Staying at home all day is worse than being dead."

Within the community.

Downstairs of a building.

Inside a tent that was temporarily used as a mourning hall.

A black coffin lay there quietly, and many people in black formal attire stood around the coffin.

One of the old men, who was wearing a black suit, sighed and took three flowers handed to him by the young man next to him and walked forward to present them to the boy in the coffin.

"Yang Lin, have a safe journey. You are a genius. Don't forget to practice well in the other world."

After saying this, the old man took off his hat and placed it on his chest, observed silence for a few seconds, and then turned around to make way.

Next is the Korean world.

He was wearing a long black dress and his beautiful long legs were wrapped in black stockings.

Judging from her appearance and figure alone, she is definitely the most eye-catching one among a group of beauties.

"Junior brother, we haven't been together for too long, have a pleasant journey."

Han Wensong put down the three flowers in his hand in front of the portrait.

Two carnations and a bouquet of baby's breath.

"If you are not dead and are anxious to come to the Seven Colors Sect, the door of the sect will always be open to you."

Han Wen spoke into the notebook in the coffin.

Unfortunately, I will never get a response from the people inside.

Han Wen moved away, and the next person was Su Bai.

He had a sad look on his face and was holding three irises in his hand, placing them in front of the portrait.

He couldn't understand why Yang Lin, a boy who was more talented than him, died inexplicably.

Among all the people present, he was one of the few who really wanted to be friends with Yang Lin.

Now that this person is dead, he neither misses him nor feels sad.

He just wanted to know what the real cause of Yang Lin's death was.

Stabbed to death?

There is a certain chance, but it's a small chance.

Yang Lin is not a fool. He must have gained a lot of experience after being assassinated twice.

Moreover, he disappeared after that page.

Su Bai vaguely remembered that after Yang Lin received a phone call in the morning, he left the campus and never came back.

A genius of his generation has passed away, what a pity.

"But don't worry, your investment in my medicine company did not disappoint you."

After standing there for a few seconds, Su Bai turned around and stood aside.

Next are Li Yongqiang, Bai Yanyan and Chen Shishi.

As alumni of Yang Lin's school, they all expressed regret over his death.

Then there is the dark soul of Yama Palace.

Under normal circumstances, if this happened to an ordinary person, he would definitely feel guilty and secretly curse himself for not helping in time.

However, as an assassin who lives on the edge of a knife, Dark Soul does not have this mentality.

Because he believed that Yang Lin was not dead!