Han Yi picked up this girl by the river. He called her Little Butterfly because when he found her, she had her eyes closed tightly, clutching the broken wings of a butterfly in her hand, and her clothes were broken. Fortunately, there were no major wounds. It took a lot of effort for Han Yi to open her palm and take out the broken butterfly wing.
The girl was breathing evenly and had no other injuries except that she didn't wake up.
Han ran and jumped to take out his quilt from the Yi Zhuang, covered the girl's body, and waited for a long time by the river with the fainting girl, but no one came to find Little Butterfly.
The moonlight gradually climbed up, the fog filled the air, and the riverside was flooded with overwhelming white.
The girl looked five or six years old and was very small. Han wrapped her in a quilt and picked her up and took her back to Yizhuang.
The little butterfly can't see and can't speak. Han Yi doesn't know her name, where she comes from, how old she is now, or where her parents are. She has hearing, looks very elegant, and has black hair. , smiles beautifully. After getting along for a long time, Han Yi was able to understand some of her gestures.
The little butterfly himself doesn't know who he is.
The two children just depended on each other in the righteous village of Gushan Laofeng.
No one noticed that there was an extra girl in this charity village.
Yizhuang is located in a river valley, surrounded by high mountains. The terrain is rugged, the wind is weak, and the area near Yizhuang is filled with fog all year round.
If a cultivator comes here, he will be amazed just by looking at it. The geomantic omen of this place is extremely dangerous.
Surrounded by steep black mountains and cliffs on all sides, the mountains are deformed, rugged, and severely protruding, sloping toward the valley in the center, showing an overwhelming and threatening force, as if they will collapse at any time, crushing all living things within.
The feng shui is bad, and there is a natural evil spirit lingering around. People living here are prone to short life and premature death, and everything goes wrong.
Breeding strange phenomena in the world, corpse transformation, and evil ghosts deceiving corpses to return to their souls are all trivial matters. The feng shui here should be occupied by powerful demons. As the lair of evil spirits, it kills countless people and cannibalizes countless people. Immortals and gods are unpredictable and mortals are difficult to predict. close.
The ancestors set up a righteous village here to appease the souls of the dead and give them a place to go.
But now I don't know if there are any undead in Yizhuang, but there are two children who are not even eighteen years old living in it first.
Late at night, heavy fog filled the air, and the fog poured in through the cracks in the door like a living creature.
Little Butterfly listened attentively in the coffin. Han Yi's breathing was calm, and he was obviously asleep. Little Butterfly pushed away the quilt covering him, put the quilt on the little rabbit sleeping next to him, and rubbed the little rabbit. The warm fur of the rabbit lifted up the coffin and climbed out of the coffin.
She was obviously blind and couldn't open her eyes, but after jumping out of the coffin, she seemed to have eyes. She went to Han Yi's coffin, tucked him in, and then walked out of the room along the thick white fog.
In the heavy fog, there are ghosts and ghosts. During the day, countless black wooden coffins are neatly displayed in the hall of Yi Zhuang. The coffin boards of these coffins are tightly closed.
Late at night, when the little butterfly stepped out of the room, all the coffin boards were opened silently. The willow trees planted outside the righteous village grew luxuriantly, and their slender branches stretched into the righteous village from outside the wall. The slender figure It moves without any wind, swaying gently. .
The gate of the underworld opens in a dense fog of magic, and a hundred ghosts feast to send their souls away.
The little butterfly cannot feel its own existence, nor can it feel who it is and why it is here.
She just walked out of Yizhuang in confusion, following the thick fog that was as soft as water.
Outside Yizhuang, the sea of blood rolled and evil spirits howled.
All the ghosts surrounded her talking, wailing, crying, and pleading. They pulled at her sleeves and hem, got close to her ears, and came in front of her unopened eyes. There were even evil ghosts who wanted to open her eyes. Her eyelids, hoping to get a little pity from her.
Among them were many evil spirits who had lingered here for hundreds of years and had not yet dispersed. They showed their teeth and claws in front of this five- or six-year-old child, looking more like a rambunctious child than she did.
Little Butterfly was wearing gray clothes, and her black hair was slightly raised in the fishy wind.
She couldn't speak, so she just fumbled and sat down in front of Yizhuang.
There is no moon, no wind, and no stars here. Surrounded by ghosts, it should have been dark. But in front of many ghosts, this little girl is so clean, so clean that she shines, as if there is no warm blood under her texture. , sticky and pulsating organs, not even dense white bones, just filled with moonlight and snowy air.
Fortunately, the little butterfly can't see, so I don't know how creepy this scene is to outsiders.
After sitting down, she picked up a few fresh fruits that these ghosts brought her. The little butterfly was scratched a little by the sharp nails of the ghosts around her. She smiled and avoided the hands of these ghosts that tickled her, brushing them away. The ghost that hesitated in his body, the little butterfly took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
Under her young brows, there is a pair of brilliant golden eyes, like the broken sun. They have nothing to do with joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, just the simplest gaze without any emotion. The ghosts are crawling, just facing her. One look at it, and there is madness that will shock people's hearts.
Under the background of these golden eyes, the girl's compassionate face is like a god or a demon, which cannot be looked directly at.
The demons neighed and roared under such gazes, and the evil ghost closest to the little butterfly slowly floated upward in the envious gazes of the ghosts, as if drunk, wandering drunkenly to the clouds, whimpering, and losing consciousness. , under the influence of the inexplicable mist and relaxation of the divine power, the evil spirits on Li Gui's body slowly melted away, and his soul gradually turned white and turned into a pool, flowing softly everywhere. He suddenly broke away from the shackles of this place and left this confinement. A place that has been there for hundreds of years.
The ghosts watched him get free and leave, with their mouths wide open and their saliva almost dripping with envy.
Looking back, the ghosts looked at the little girl in gray with eager eyes. They looked at each other and rushed to the side of the little girl more feverishly, grabbing the position closest to her.
Just when they were almost beaten to death, Little Butterfly stretched out a finger and put it on the forehead of the fierce ghost who had been beaten the hardest. She shook her head slightly and sighed. Her breath was very light. It's like breathing into a blooming flower.
The fierce ghost who fought the most fiercely was calmed down in an instant, and he obediently moved to the back and stopped fighting.
The little butterfly controlled his own power and tried his best to transcend the sane and unconscious evil spirits.
Her detachment is extremely simple. She does not need to touch or spell. She only needs to lightly sweep with her golden eyes and control the movement of divine power. The evil spirits of those evil ghosts and innocent souls will naturally escape.
As for life, death, good and evil, whether one should be rewarded or punished, that is a matter for the ghosts and messengers of Yama after arriving in the netherworld.
This place is so dangerous that Little Butterfly doesn't know why she ends up living here. As soon as she arrives here, she knows that sooner or later this place will breed a king of ghosts. This ghost king will devour all the ghosts and ghosts wandering here, enter the ghost realm, and commit crimes. Act evil and cause harm to the world.
And she seemed to be born with these methods of purifying evil spirits. Not only did she know how to do it, but she was also extremely skilled. It seemed that she had done similar things countless times before.
One night passed, and at some point the little butterfly sat on the broken wall next to the gate of Yizhuang. A piece of gray clothes was blown violently by the wind, flying wantonly in the air.
In the distance, the rising sun pierces the sky, and the red clouds fill the sky in the east.
After the sun comes up, the ghosts disperse, waiting for the arrival of a new night and their own liberation.
The little butterfly's golden eyes had also closed, and she once again became the blind and mute orphan girl who didn't know who she was.
Even the golden eyes could only allow her to see those ghosts. When the golden eyes were open, she could not see the surrounding scenery clearly.
Feeling the sun rising, the clear air between heaven and earth rising, the turbid air sinking, the little butterfly stretched its waist in front of the rising sun.
When Xiaoyu found this place, what he saw was her back.
He was more familiar with Wang Xiaotai's back than her eyes.
He always followed her, and his eyes had followed her back countless times.
Even though Wang Xiaotai was not Wang Xiaotai now, but a little butterfly, he still recognized her back.
Xiaoyu stared at Little Butterfly's figure with his back turned to him, and murmured: "I found you, Xiaomo..."
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