But what is the relationship between this zombie lady and the Huyang Sect? Why does she know about the exchange conference? Why did she ask about the Huyang Sect? What is her relationship with the leader of the Huyang Sect?
Too many questions piled up in Ningxia's mind, forming one new question after another. She was both curious and a little skeptical.
"Everyone is still here, that's good...that's good." Hearing Ning Xia's obviously vague answer, the zombie beauty seemed to be relieved, and took several steps back, as if she had put down her heart. Same.
There was an indescribably complex expression on her face, so complex that Ningxia couldn't even tell what kind of emotion the other party was feeling. It’s too fast, too rich, and ever-changing.
"I... was also a disciple who participated in the meeting, fifty years ago." The other party's words were very distant, as if looking through time and space to an untouchable point in time.
Fifty years ago? Ningxia was surprised. It had been a long time, a whole ten exchange conferences.
In other words, this young lady will still be alive after fifty years? After all, only living people can participate in the exchange conference. Ningxia didn't think the other party could sneak in like this.
Perhaps seeing through Ning Xia's thoughts, the young lady continued: "Haha, you can also see... I can't be called a living person in this ghostly state now." The other party laughed at himself, with a bit of embarrassment and confusion. Lingering sadness.
Although she didn't know what the situation was, Ningxia couldn't help but feel sour in her heart and felt sorry for the other party.
"I was still a little girl that year. My cultivation was not the best, and my talent in the six arts was only ordinary. I was not qualified to come to the exchange conference."
"I begged my father to get me a spot. Eventually I managed to qualify."
"I'm so stupid, really. If only I hadn't been so willful, nothing would have happened. I wouldn't have become... like this, those people wouldn't have the chance to hurt my father and my beloved sect. "
"But there are no ifs. I actually did this stupid thing and harmed myself and everyone."
"That person had already planned it and engulfed me and all of us in this huge conspiracy. We were all like prey entangled in a spider web, unable to move."
"That person replaced me and left me here forever, turning me into this inhuman and ghostly appearance. And she took my identity and lurked around my family, waiting for opportunities to take revenge."
"I'm trapped here, not knowing anything, suffering endlessly. I spend my days worrying about what the fake will do to my dear family?"
"I've been waiting...for so many years, and finally the second person to visit here has arrived." Speaking of this, the young lady's eyes were very bright, and she said to the girl who still didn't know why.
"Me?" Ning Xiaoxia pointed at her nose and shouted in disbelief.
——Replace immediately, about an hour——
"Well, anyway, the appointment time is in the afternoon, let's go shopping first." The man pushed the young man forward, "But, let's go first..." The man interrupted him: "A big family has many rules, so in the morning we clean up the housework. Time, they don't welcome visitors in the morning." Natsume had no choice but to give up and follow Natori Monday's pull and move forward.
"What's wrong?" Natori asked with some confusion on Monday when he saw where Natsume was staring at. "No, it's nothing." Natsume looked away. Is it that girl, the person who was trapped with him in Namimori Mountain last time? Namimori is not far away from Kanagawa but not too close. Is she here to visit relatives?
When Kazuko arrived at the Sanada Residence in Kanagawa, someone greeted her at the door. A mature-looking man in a kimono. Who was he? I couldn’t recognize his name.
"Are you Kazuko? I am your cousin Genichiro Sanada. Grandpa is waiting for you. Please come over here." The man or boy didn't look well. Maybe my dear grandpa's long-term illness has drained all his energy. god.
He turned around and walked into the old house, but did not hear the footsteps of the visitor. Looking back, he saw the girl frowning and looking above Sanada's old house. "What's the matter?" the girl said, "It's going to rain. The weather is so bad, my grandfather must be uncomfortable."
After hearing this, Sanada's eyes looked at his strange cousin much softer, no longer so stiff. "It's okay. Grandpa is feeling much better today."
Hezi was sweating coldly, should she say it was not good at all?
The girl followed Sanada through many Japanese rooms and came to the center one. There were many strangers wearing black feather fabrics sitting outside, looking over with grief-stricken eyes. Has it reached this point? When Sanada opened the bamboo door, she was holding something in her clasped hands, and there were traces of indigo mist invisible to ordinary people.
"Wakko, come here, grandpa." The old man's voice was hoarse and soft, as if the oil in the lamp had run out. No one noticed that there was a trace of mist in Wakko's hand.
Hezi carefully moved to the old man's side and the old man stared at her and said: "You are very much like your mother. I still remember her beautiful appearance when she was little. She has always been our pride. We doted on her, cherished her, and for She chose the best husband. We fantasized about her happy life after marriage, until one day she left us because of a bad man. We firmly believed that one day she would come back and admit to us that she was wrong. There has been no news for so many years, and then we thought it would be better if there was only a message, just to let us know that she was doing well, but what we finally waited for was news of her death. "
Hearing the old man's self-report, Kazuko felt an inappropriate sense of irony, which also reminded her of a sentence she saw on the Internet in her previous life: "You have been waiting for your parents to apologize all your life, and your parents have been waiting for you to thank them all your life. Neither party can get what they want." What you want." It's too late to keep it until you lose it!
The old man was a little tired after talking, and he said in an unprecedented gentle voice: "Grandpa is about to leave, and the children have grown up and have their own families. The one who worries me the most is you." In his eyes There were faint tears, as if praying: "Move here and let Genichiro's father take care of you, okay?"
Wakko didn't respond. She approached Sanada's grandfather and whispered in his ear: "Grandpa, you will live a long life." Sanada'emon felt that after Wakko came over, his groggy mind seemed to wake up, and his body was full of energy. What had been flowing in a steady stream stopped flowing. His eyes widened and he looked at Kazuko in surprise.
"Come out, I know you are there." Kazuko sat upright in the room and didn't know who he was talking to. The Sanada family outside the room and Genichiro Sanada on the side were confused.
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