Wang Xiaotai walked against the morning light and came to the small house where the door was not closed tightly.
Her eyes were dark, and her face in the light and shadow was frighteningly cold, as if covered with heavy frost and snow.
Unlike the expected anger and sadness, there was no flaw in her expression. It was like a windless and rainless snowfield. At a glance, she only felt the ultimate silence.
Today she suddenly sensed a faint and unclear message from Xiao Fei. When she saw Xiao Fei before, she vaguely saw his tragic future. Wang Xiaotai knew that something must have happened to Xiao Fei, so she rushed as quickly as possible. to here.
But it's too late.
Everything has happened.
Wang Xiaotai looked indifferently at the small house in front of her that contained a lot of joy and pain. She looked at the flowers scattered on the ground in the yard and the bamboo shoots that had been knocked over and left unpicked. She closed her eyes and suppressed some kind of turbulence. out of emotions.
Every brick and tile in this once so cozy little building fell apart, and they all fell on her body, hitting her vital parts. It was bound to hurt her hard.
She stopped looking at the messy crime scene and turned around without hesitation and left the place.
Behind her, the red lotus fire shot up into the sky, and the scorching tongues of fire swallowed up the entire room, swallowing up the countless laughter, screams, struggles, and grins within.
As the morning sun rises, the uncanny workmanship of nature melts out of the boundary between day and night. The morning glow is like a huge gap in the skyline, and lava pours into the world.
Under such sunshine, the red lotus fire is more dazzling and warmer than the sun.
The flames quickly climbed up and swallowed up the entire small house silently, swallowing up the flowers that Xiao Fei picked for Fu Fu, swallowing up their messy kitchen and bedroom, and swallowing up all their happiness and filth.
Following Xiao Fei's scent, Wang Xiao Tai found a long-abandoned cave not far away.
The four people had already gone their separate ways. They didn't even dig a hole, they just placed the bodies of Xiao Fei and Fu Fu under a pile of corn stalks.
Their pale, cold, scarred bodies were covered with layer upon layer of straw that still smelled of moisture from the earth, and were thrown into this dark, uninhabited cave filled only with insects and ants.
Nobody cares.
Wang Xiaotai lowered her gaze in silence. She leaned down and knelt on the ground without any hesitation. She carefully opened up the long-rotted straw one by one with her hands, and finally uncovered the dense forest beneath the rotten straw. Bones.
Bones and bones are stacked together, like a hug, a hug that can no longer be broken away and no one can break it.
Wang Xiaotai dug a pit for Xiao Fei and Fu Fu in the cave, and carefully put the bones into the pit one by one.
Her breathing was rapid and heavy, but she still exerted her strength very gently and carefully. Then she sat motionless on the edge of the pit that had not yet been buried, staring blankly at the bones lying in the pit. It solidified into a cold statue.
She shouldn't look at these scarred bones, but she had to.
Looking at them, she could always think of the past.
Every time I look at it, a thousand arrows pierce my heart.
She looked at Xiao Fei and Fu Fu who were hugging each other with bones, and suddenly stood up, staring straight at the cave, and stepped back step by step. She took one last look at the cave, raised her right hand, and clenched it into a fist without pinching. Jue, with a thought, the red lotus karma fire from the Eight Cold Hells rose into the sky again and swallowed the entire mountain.
The heat waves soaring into the sky hit our faces like sea water.
Wang Xiaotai's spine trembled slightly, like the mast on the last struggling fishing boat in a storm.
But the force that swept over him was too powerful, vast and difficult to resist.
But she endured it after all. The flames and sunlight gathered in her eyes, but there was no light at all.
Wang Xiaotai made a hand gesture, her body floated in the air, the Guanyin mole between her eyebrows became increasingly red, and she suddenly opened her golden pupils!
The sound is like a loud bell, vibrating between heaven and earth:
"Xu Mohe! The soul is back!"
"Xu Mohe! The soul is back!"
"Xu Mohe! The soul is back!"
The vast Qi machine covered the entire mountain in half a breath, searching it inch by inch, trying to find a trace of the remaining soul.
Fufu, Negative, if Wang Xiaotai didn’t admit her mistake, that Fufu should be Xu Negative who went down the mountain.
She is the best physiognomist in ancient and modern times. She can see the way of heaven from above, measure yin and yang from below, know the evil and determine the good, and judge the life and death.
How could a sorcerer who could estimate destiny and predict fate die in such a wilderness? And die in such a humiliating way?
Wang Xiaotai intuitively felt that there must be something fishy in it.
But the traces here have passed for a long time, and the flesh and blood have turned into withered bones. Even if there is something wrong, there is no trace.
She clearly left a way for Xiaofei to contact her, why didn't she contact her?
Xiao Fei was blessed with golden wealth. He had meritorious deeds in his previous life. Not only would he be rich and noble in this life, he should at least have a smooth life and grow up peacefully. How could he die so hastily?
How did Xiao Fei and Xu Fu get together?
What happened in the middle?
All kinds of doubts can only be known by finding the people involved unless we can go back to the past.
However, after several searches, the remnant souls of Xu Mofu and Xiao Fei have disappeared without a trace. Times have changed, and maybe they have really disappeared between heaven and earth.
Wang Xiaotai looked at the blazing red lotus karma fire in front of her, floating in the void, and sat down cross-legged, her fairy posture fluttering, her clothes not stained by dust.
The mist of green smoke leads the way forward, and the lights of thousands of houses welcome the deceased.
Wang Xiaotai took a wisp of green smoke from human incense from the air, and used it as a guide. His eyes had passed through thousands of layers of barriers, and his voice had escaped into the underground Hades, passed through the dense gates of the underworld, and passed through the hundreds of ghosts and souls waiting here for reincarnation. Throwing it straight towards the underworld, the sound of gold and jade vibrated, shaking through the underworld:
"Xu Mohe! The soul is back!"
By the Wangchuan River, a broken and broken soul raised its head blankly, looking at the skyless top of its head. The moment it heard Wang Xiaotai's voice, it seemed to be summoned, and it rose up from the ground and followed her. go.
The patrolling gangsters nearby had never seen such a scene before, and they looked at each other with the soul-beating whips in their hands.
"Do you want to report it to Lord Yan?"
"Do you think Lord Yan doesn't know? Mind your own business."
"Anyway, it's just a remnant soul wandering by the Wangchuan River. It won't hinder anything. Work, work."
"Who is that person? He looks like a god from the ninth heaven."
"She hasn't become a god yet. Don't you know? In this world, no one has ascended to become a god for two to three hundred years!"
"The one who summoned the soul just now is now the one in the human world!"
One of them gave a thumbs up gesture, giving off a sense of superiority that only I knew about this.
"Then why doesn't she become a god?"
"Yeah, who knows why she hasn't become a god yet? Who knows what she has been waiting for for two to three hundred years in the world... What does it have to do with us? Work, work!"
One chapter was blocked yesterday and will be released in two days, so I added another chapter to make up 4,000 words.
It feels colder and colder, hahaha, and I feel like rushing to the street.
It’s obviously cold, but my enthusiasm for writing is still very high. Power for love ()
Love Xiaomo very much.
(End of chapter)
