"I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I keep talking to myself here... then you probably haven't seen me."
The other party suddenly stretched out his hand, as if to shake hands to show friendship. Yin Huan hesitantly stretched out his hand, and was immediately grabbed by her. He "swung" it hard up and down twice, and then quickly bounced it away. She looked up at this strange woman, still unable to see her eyes from under the heavy and neat hair. While shaking hands, Yin Huan noticed that there was a white bracelet hanging on her wrist. Are these Buddhist beads? She glanced at them and saw that the beads were all white, like clouds and jade. There are golden lines in the center of each bead, some are a thin line in the center or a little off; some are moiré gold lines, cleverly connected with the lines of other beads. Since their lines on the bracelet connect very naturally, Yin Huan suspected that they were made from the same piece of material. Generally speaking, people will select parts made of different materials but with the same texture as a match, because their prices are also different. It is rare to find such slightly messy and difficult-to-price jewelry. Tridacna with gold threads in the middle are hard to come by, and even the poorest moiré patterns may be affordable to dignitaries.
The main thing is...this bracelet doesn't match her overall appearance, so it stands out.
"Ah? You're looking at this. I'm going to bring this to a friend, he needs it very much... Well, what's your name? You can't seem to speak. I met a girl who looks very similar to you, many years ago She is deaf. Maybe you called her so. I asked her to change her name and cured her deafness."
At that moment, Yin Huan suddenly realized.
She remembered that they were still young at that time, and Ling Quan's name was not Ting Ling, but Ling Long Ling. This matter was only mentioned casually by adults after they grew up. Even they themselves would not be able to remember it. At that time, there was no way to cure Ling Quan's ears. It happened that a fairy girl passed by the house, and he used his own spiritual practice to save her ears. Because it had been so long and she had no memory, it was inevitable that she would feel strange when she saw this woman. But there are indeed very few people who know this incident and still remember it deeply, and they are not easy to come across.
"I don't have a name, people call me Guixiangu." She let out a low chuckle, "I'm so lucky to meet you."
Yin Huan nodded in a daze. She was at a loss and didn't know what to say, let alone she couldn't say it.
"You don't want to talk?" She could tell, "You two sisters are really..."
Yin Huan wanted to say something, but she just couldn't say it. She hadn't spoken for a long time, and even after taking Master Lintian's prescription several times, she didn't get better. Will Guixiangu still help her? She didn't know and didn't know how to ask for help. What's more, she didn't have much money to pay. Guixiangu raised her jaw and thought for a long time.
"I understand, I understand... you are the reincarnation of Kalingbinga."
How did she know? Could it be that you can tell just by looking at it? Even Lintian Master is about to enter samadhi... Yin Huan nodded slightly in response.
"You can still speak, but you still don't want to say it deep down - if you don't want to, then there's nothing anyone can do. No matter how anxious you are, it's useless... You think you are willing, but you still can't speak. I can't help It's up to you to fall in love with you, you can actually open your mouth and speak... You are afraid, you are afraid that if you open your mouth, someone will die because of you."
Yin Huan was stunned there, not knowing what to say. Maybe she was right, because she was indeed worried secretly in her heart. As the saying goes, "trouble comes from the mouth", especially when her voice contains huge energy, she is very worried that even if her voice recovers, she will not be able to control it well. What is the source? Volume, or mood? The price of trial and error is too heavy, and she doesn't want others to pay unnecessary costs.
She fell silent. In other words, she is always silent.
At this time, black marks suddenly appeared on the face of the person who called herself Guixiangu. Judging from the position and flow direction, could it be tears? But how could it be black? And they look very sticky, could it be... blood? Black blood?
Yin Huan showed a surprised look, and she reached out and pointed hurriedly at Guixiangu's face. She probably realized something and stretched out her hand to wipe it from her face. The black marks disappeared and did not smudge on the face. Her pale skin was stained with these ink-colored things, but soon they faded and disappeared in front of the two of them.
What exactly is this……? At least the owner of "Tear" doesn't seem to be in any discomfort. Guixiangu spread her hands and explained:
"Nothing, nothing, it's normal... My eyes are broken, but I can still see things. It just happens when I look too long and too absorbed. It's not a bad thing, it's just like this - it's very... trouble."
Yin Huan seemed to know why she was called Ghost Fairy Girl. Even in the daytime, when two dark marks fall on a pale face like this, everyone who sees it will feel shuddering. She wiped off the liquid casually, fortunately it wouldn't stain anything. Then, Guixiangu straightened up and stretched. She lazily said to Yin Huan:
"Why are you here alone? You don't look like you are with your family. Could it be...Actually, you were attracted by something and ran away from home?"
Although the guess is not accurate, it is still close to ten. Yin Huan hesitated for a while, not knowing whether he should nod or not.
"Did you know? Garuda's dead body...you must be able to feel it. Its bones were beaten into a demon sword, but about a few hundred years ago, it suddenly awakened and wanted to devour its owner."
Yin Hui seems to have heard this story, but it is just a legend, and he heard it a long time ago, and he has no impression now. Now that Guixiangu mentioned it, she listened to it again with full concentration.
"Originally, its owner had a hard time maintaining his life. His friend Shuangyue Jun found many ways... and finally made a good deal with Yama Demon and let him do the Six Paths of Impermanence. You said it was a coincidence, but it happened at that time Something went wrong, and when he was on the line between life and death, he died together with the spirit of the demon sword. But why did there have to be a mistake at that time? This also makes sense - because it is one of the seven magical weapons of the Biluo Islands. , the heart of the divine bird Garuda started beating again."
Yin Hu suddenly felt a very special feeling. She couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but when Guixiangu said the last sentence, she felt vaguely uneasy. Of course she was not born at that time, and even her father, grandfather, and great-grandfather did not exist yet. According to Guixiangu, the re-beating glass heart resonated with Garuda's bones, which activated the ferocious nature of the sword spirit. But...why did it start beating at that time?
Guixiangu knew her doubts. After all, she had set up the suspense herself. Fortunately, she did not bully the mute, and continued to explain after a while: "This is another story. There was a wealthy businessman who had a daughter with his wife in the early years. Because he was not a son, he was not prepared to let her inherit the family business. , and planned to have another one. But the child never came out in the next few years. It turned out that the wife had a heart disease, which became more and more serious year by year, and finally passed away. The wealthy businessman and his wife were deeply in love, and they decided not to continue their relationship, and He raised the child by himself seriously. He was a strict father... He instilled too many heavy things into the child from an early age, including the evil of human nature that the businessman was well aware of. The child never lived a very happy life. Neither did she. How she ran and jumped, reading or settling accounts all day long. When she became an adult, they found that she couldn't run even a few steps, so in her early years she still dared to get up early and work late at night to clear goods and keep accounts with her father. She inherited her mother's heart disease, and as a father, she Only then did he become afraid. But it was still too late. His daughter suffered from the disease without early treatment when she was a child. The wealthy businessman himself was old and frail. Many things that he had to do personally were taken over by his daughter. He could not control or stop her. She was twenty-seven or eighty-year-old. , she took over all her father's business without getting married. As time went by, her daughter naturally died too - from a heart attack."
The rich businessman is middle-aged, but his hair is gray.
A wealthy businessman learns of a way to store corpses permanently.
A wealthy businessman went bankrupt in search of a miracle doctor, a secret recipe or even a forbidden technique that could save his daughter.
And this is easier said than done? When his daughter was still alive, he had already sought medical treatment everywhere, but it was extremely difficult to cure this inherited disease. It's nothing more than resting, resting, and maintaining a state of mind... But his daughter has been taught to be like that. Although she looks quiet, she is ambitious. She doesn't want to lie at home sickly, and he is used to such a fast-paced life. It's only a matter of time before a white-haired person ends up sending a black-haired person away.
But... there is no perfect way.
Before the rich businessman died, he got a heart.
A crystal clear glass heart.
Put it into the complete body of the daughter, and then sew the skin and flesh completely.
Then the heart starts beating.
Then, the skeleton wakes up.
Everything is irreversible.
"That woman is still alive now." Guixiangu put her hand on her chest and said vowedly, "I met her not long ago! It was just a one-time encounter... You will definitely see her, Kalingbinga allows you to see her.”
Ye Yinyu didn't feel very good.
That familiar feeling of disgust resurfaced. She hates the color red, she hates her past life, she hates everything that has been arranged by fate. She felt distressed and troubled, but there was nothing she could do. It seems that in the eyes of all insiders, she is not herself, she is just a container, a symbol of the existence of a dead person. The half-demon that had long since vanished into ashes in the long river of time turned into a crimson ghost, traveling through time and space for thousands of years, lingering around this future generation.
She's silent, but you know she's there.
"You don't seem to be happy - well, I shouldn't say this, I shouldn't make you unhappy. But it's okay, you, live well. You care about this, good, this is a good thing. You want time Always remember who you are... If you feel like you are someone else, then you are someone else; if you feel like you are yourself, then you are yourself.”
She didn't say anything. Guixiangu's eyes also had problems that she didn't know about - but she could see them more clearly than anyone else. This is probably a kind of magical calculation that can clearly understand one's own thoughts. But Yin Huan is somewhat grateful, at least she supports herself as an independent person...even if it's just polite.
They didn't chat for too long, after all, Yin Huan couldn't speak. Besides, she had nothing to say. After so many years, Guixiangu has never seen Ling Huan again. Their routes were different. Oni Sengu wanted to find Mutsuki-kun, so the two soon parted ways. Walking on the desolate road, Yingyue Jun stopped talking, and Yin Huan didn't know if she was still there.
When listening to Guixiangu's words, she didn't have any real feelings yet. After the separation, she could no longer suppress her longing for her family.
Is Ling Huan okay?
