In late summer, the weather is changing.
It was sunny one moment and dark clouds the next.
It was clearly afternoon, but the sky was gradually getting dark. From time to time, a dark wind blew through the wilderness. It was cool, but also had a depressing and ominous feeling.
As a gust of cold wind blew by, a piece of dust suddenly stirred up on the dirt path in the field. The dust and sand contained a burst of black air that seemed to be non-existent. It blew past and dispersed, and two figures, one red and one white, appeared on the road.
As soon as the scene in front of him changed, Xiao Ling began to look around.
On the left is a field, with crops growing quite luxuriantly, and there must be people living nearby. On the right is a forest, lush and green, and there is nothing unusual about it.
The only thing that could be considered special was probably a village not far ahead of them.
The gate at the entrance of the village looks very dilapidated and crumbling. I wonder if it has been abandoned for a long time and no one lives in it.
"Brother Han, Yuzhu and the others are in this village right now?" Xiao Ling looked at Han Yuan who was staring at the entrance of the village, wondering what he was thinking.
"Um."
"I see that this village seems to be nothing special except for being a little dilapidated and deserted. Why do you look like that when you mention this place? Is there anything special here?"
Seeing Han Yuan's behavior before, Xiao Ling thought that Yu Zhui and the others had gone to some extremely dangerous place, and specifically asked Xiao 8 to pay attention to Bai Qingyin's safety at all times. However, Xiao 8 said that the heroine was not in danger for the time being.
"This place is indeed nothing special to others, but to Yu Zhu, it is extremely special." Han Yuan felt that there was no danger in it, so he spoke slowly and slowly.
Xiao Ling was also curious at this time: "How do you say this?"
"This should be the place where Yu Zhu died, and it was also the place where I picked him up."
"You mean, this is the burial place of Yu Zhu?"
"Ha~ It's not a burial place, just a place of death." Han Yuan shook his head.
Playing off again, Xiao Ling glanced at a childish ghost speechlessly, and answered in a good-tempered manner: "Oh? Why do you say that? Did he die in the village and be buried somewhere else?"
"No." Han Yuan summoned another fan from nowhere, "Yu Zhu is a fierce ghost who committed suicide. His body was exposed in the wilderness and no one took care of him to bury him. Naturally, this place cannot be regarded as his 'burial' place."
It turned out to be like this. He originally only knew that Yu Zhu and Zhuo Feng were the ghosts of Han Yuan, and they must be ghosts who could not reincarnate for some reason. He did not expect that there would be such a tragic story.
"Then why did Yu Zhu die? Why did no one stop him when he died in this place?"
"No one restrained himself, it's because there is no 'human' here at all." Han Yuan said indifferently, "When I met Yu Zhu, he only had a trace of his remnant soul and was wandering around here. How long."
Han Yuan paused, then continued: "At that time, his soul was in tatters, with almost no part of it intact. It still hadn't dissipated. I was also surprised, so I took him back to Guigu."
"You just said that Yu Zhu committed suicide and turned into a ghost, and you also said that there are no 'people' in this village. Could it be that..." Could it be that the entire village was killed by Yu Zhu?
No, Xiao Ling shook her head after saying this: "But doesn't Yu Zhu have no bad karma on his body?"
"I don't know." Han Yuan also shook his head, "Anyway, when I arrived here, there were not even souls left in the village, not to mention the people. Yu Zhu did not have any bad karma on his body, and he was not an ordinary person. Fierce ghost."
"What's the point of this?" Xiao Ling felt that ever since he came to this world, he had become a curious baby who could only ask questions. He asked questions everywhere he went, and there were puzzles and questions everywhere.
"Ordinary evil ghosts need enough resentment and a desire for revenge to be transformed. The strong obsession and resentment will make them lose their minds and become evil ghosts. But Yu Zhu is different. He is not driven by resentment and revenge. Transformation, only obsession, so you can become a ghost."
"It's not resentment? Why is that?" It can drive people to suicide and turn into ghosts, but it's not hatred? If he remembered correctly, in the introduction given by Xiao 8, Yu Zhu was only 24 years old when he was alive.
"I don't know about this. If Aling wants to know, I can ask him for you later."
"...It's not necessary." How presumptuous, Xiao Ling was speechless, and simply dragged the "sir" who had been talking about "book" for a long time towards the direction of the village, "Let's meet them first."
"Speaking of which, could it be that they came here to gather the bones of Yu Zhui?"
Han Yuan was so happy to be pulled by Xiao Ling, clinging to him like a boneless body, he could barely use his float:
"If they are not loved ones, ghosts hate human beings touching the bones. The more powerful the ghost, the more important the bones are. For example, if my bones are found, I will only let A Ling collect them."
"..." Han Yuan's words made Xiao Ling suddenly become silent and pause.
He thought that before leaving the apocalyptic world, it was after he buried Mo Han...
It was a kind of pain that made him feel like he would collapse if he experienced it again.
So when Xiao 8 mentioned sealing up his memory, he accepted it.
"Aling, what's wrong?" Han Yuan suddenly panicked when he saw that Xiao Ling looked wrong.
"It's nothing, I don't want to gather your bones for you."
Xiao Ling turned her face away to prevent him from seeing the pain that could not be hidden in her eyes.
But fortunately, that world was not the end of his and Mo Han's story.
As for Han Yuan in this world, if he guessed correctly, his physical body may not have truly "died" yet, so there is no need for him to restrain it.
"Let's go."
Xiao Ling squeezed Han Yuan's hand tightly and pulled him to continue walking towards the village.
"Aling, I -" "Pah! Hey hey hey, it's hit! It's hit!"
Han Yuan was nervously trying to say something to Xiao Ling, but was suddenly hit by something, and instantly looked over with sharp eyes.
"Ah, it's a ghost! It's black... uh black... red and white impermanence? Hey hey it's red and white impermanence!"
The person who came was an 18 or 9-year-old boy, but he looked like a fool. He pointed at Han Yuan and Xiao Ling, and screamed in horror at one moment, and giggled at the other.
"Boy, can you see me?"
The Ghost King was not in a very good mood at this time, and showed a fierce look on his face: "Evil ghosts can eat people!"
"Brother Han." Xiao Ling pulled him helplessly, signaling him not to scare people casually.
However, the silly boy was obviously frightened: "Ah, the ghost has spoken! The ghost is going to eat people!"
While yelling, he threw something at the two of them. It seemed like a piece of shortbread, and it hit Xiao Ling's leg, leaving a little oil stain and residue on the corner of his white clothes.
"Seeking death?!" This time the Ghost King was really angry.
