"That's why there are so many 'ghosts'."
Aunt Mei filled a bowl of soup. This woman seemed to like drinking soup very much. She had to drink a bowl of soup before every meal. She also had a good appetite. Unlike other elderly people who couldn't eat too much at every meal. Lots of food.
Five bowls were filled and placed on the table. Chopsticks were also prepared.
"What kind of existence is a ghost?" Qin Xiang asked, holding on to his round sunglasses after removing his murderous aura.
"Three souls and seven souls? Or obsession? No one can tell exactly what kind of existence they are, but as far as I'm concerned, ghosts are a different kind of 'new life'." Aunt Mei took a spoonful of it with a spoon. Bring it to your mouth, blow on it, and then drink it.
"Everything in life is the past, and it is new life from now on, but that new life is at the cost of all the memories of this life. 'Ghosts' can at least retain the memories of their lives, but the ghosts who reside in the world are not evil. That is to say evil, either having resentment or having obsessions. For these four types, there is nothing Yin Cha can do. The evil ghosts cannot defeat them, the ghosts of resentment cannot be caught, and the ghosts of obsession cannot be taken away. There are not many Yin Cha, but In this world, there are more and more ghosts." Aunt Mei talked eloquently.
"Is Yin Chai so weak?" The blind man judged Yin Chai based on his combat power.
"It's not that Yin Cha is weak, but Yin Cha is not a ghost. They are more like the rules between heaven and earth. They are a group of puppets who only know how to send the dead to the underworld. For ordinary people, Yin Cha is as capable as ghosts. It's scary, so we exaggerate the Yin difference and demonize the word 'Yin difference', but in fact, to ordinary people, the Yin difference just looks a little scary, and a collision with the Yin difference will only make you weak for three days. That’s all.”
"Puppet... or program." The blind man used "program" to describe it.
"Procedure? What rhetoric will future generations use to talk about 'ghosts'?" Aunt Mei is always limited by the times.
Qin Xi shook his head: "It's hard to say."
"Then, is it hard to say... or - is it hard to say?" Aunt Mei asked with two meanings for the same three words.
"It's both." Qin Xian had never seen a ghost in the original world anyway. When he was in the original world, he even went to the funeral parlor and the cemetery to explore, but found nothing.
Aunt Mei nodded slightly and looked back at the portrait hanging on the wall of the living room. She didn't know what she was thinking. Qin Xi could only see that her appetite was not that good.
"Noble..." Aunt Mei opened her mouth.
Qin Xiya interrupted Aunt Mei's words: "It's okay if Aunt Mei doesn't want to call me 'Yer', but I really don't deserve the word 'noble', so just call me 'Xiya'. , the end of the world.”
"It's true that you are destined to be a person who is destined to be a person, and is also destined to be mine." Aunt Mei smiled, "Xi Ya, do you know why I call you [Sanqi Noble Man]?"
"Why?"
"The term "Three Strange Nobles" is derived from the three unique and extraordinary image-number relationships among the three formulas: "Jia escapes into Wu", "Taiyi carries the position", and "Renshui empties". However, these three relationships are different. It is exquisite, isolated and unparalleled, so it can be called "three wonders".
In addition, these three types of miracles also have the appearance of being left behind in the world. Therefore, those who have the destiny of the three miracles are different from ordinary people. Rather than saying that this kind of destiny can be born naturally, it is better to say that it seems to come from other worlds. The value of character is more precious than the rest of life.
I see that although your horoscope is similar to that of Yao'er, your date of birth is in later generations, so I call you the Three Wonderful Nobles. In ancient times, I don't know if there are such Three Wonderful Nobles like you, but today, let alone Xiangjiang, it is... There is no other one in the world. "
"Then what's so strange about these three wonderful nobles?" "What's so strange about them is the 'strange place'."
"Is it possible to change the destiny?" the blind man asked again.
"The strange thing is that it can be changed and reversed." Aunt Mei replied.
The blind man shook his head, the faceless nightmare reappeared in his hand, and he kept rubbing it.
"Is it possible to change the world? Is it possible to go against the overall situation of this era?" "No."
"A strange man? What a strange bird?" Qin Xiya cursed.
Aunt Mei was about to speak, but she put down the bowl and there was a sound of knocking outside the door.
There was an old woman outside the door. She was wearing a cotton coat and trousers. She had just put on winter clothes in the early autumn. She didn’t know how to deal with it in winter. She only saw an old cloth shoe in her hand, with a few holes in it. She lifted the shoe and dropped it. He tapped the little paper figure on the ground and muttered something.
"I'll hit you, I'll hit you, I'll hit you, I'll hit you on the head, wait until you feel angry."
The blind man was puzzled, and Aunt Mei spoke up.
"It's a 'fellow' who is jealous of me. Don't pay attention to it." Aunt Mei tapped her index finger on the table.
Qin Xiya waited quietly, the old woman outside the door was still chattering, and Aunt Mei was still tapping the table, as if counting.
"Do you want my help?" the blind man asked. Although he was blind, he could still see the 'human magnetic field' around Aunt Mei... let's call it the human magnetic field.
The magnetic field of the human body is as ethereal as clouds, like three clear qi, but it is like an iron wall, as solid as gold. There are three faintly visible portraits inside, one is old, one is middle-aged, and one is young. I can't see it anymore, or this is the 'aura'.
A piece of broken shoes outside the "field" looks like a small boat, knocking on the aura, but achieving nothing.
"If you need to take action for such a thing, wouldn't my life have been in vain all these years?" Aunt Mei shook her head.
"I'll give you a small hand until you have money and don't know how to be stubborn."
"That's the second time." The smile on Aunt Mei's face did not diminish, but she also hid her anger.
"Hit your little human foot until you have shoes and don't recognize them."
"Again, two, no more, the third time." Aunt Mei always had a smile on her face, and no one could tell what was behind her smile.
But now the blind man could see that Aunt Mei was already very angry.
When you just put a spoon into the soup and stir it, the soup is calm, but as you stir, the bones and meat and other ingredients such as ginger, astragalus, and ginseng spin around.
The blind man looked out the window. The sky and the earth were spinning endlessly. However, the round sky was only a small area, an area only for the old woman. However, the blind man felt that it was somewhat similar to his 'Qi Sympathy', but it was stronger than Qi Sympathy. More subtle.
He "can't take his eyes off" and wants to learn something from it to benefit himself.
Aunt Mei's aura did not change, but the old woman outside the door suffered a disaster. For a moment, the world was spinning, her head was dizzy, and the curses she uttered were no longer good. She was frothing at the mouth, but she was drooling like a string. Pug with tongue hanging out.
The paper man disappeared, but the hand holding the worn shoe struck the old woman's head, hands and feet several times. After a few blows, she fainted and fell to the ground.
Only then did Aunt Mei stop stirring, and the soup in the bowl calmed down instantly.
"Aunt Mei's Taoism is profound." The blind man praised.
"High and profound? Oh, no matter how high it is, it can't equal the retribution." Aunt Mei sneered and looked at the portrait. She was neither sad nor happy, just sad.
The blind man also looked at the portrait. The gentle middle-aged man in the black and white photo was still smiling elegantly and "watching" Aunt Mei.
"Let's eat." She took another sip of soup.
The heat of the soup in the other five bowls on the table gradually disappeared.
The fragrant old fire soup gradually lost its taste.
"Does just 'sniffing and sucking' mean eating?"
Qin Xi looked at the five little ghosts who were "eating soup" quietly, and realized that he did only have a slight understanding of the world.
Aunt Mei shook her head, her face was kind and kind, but she was a little helpless: "That's a dirty word, you can't say it."
It seems that he does only have a slight understanding of it.
