Xiao Ji stepped up to the well, jumped under the dry well, and landed on a pile of fallen leaves and a thick haystack.

He looked up and thought: there are no trees on this dry well, and it seems that people often come here, so these haystacks are set aside to reduce the impact of falling.

At this time, the broken hair in Xiaoji's ears was blown up by a cold wind, and he looked at the direction where the wind was blowing, which was a step away from him, and there was a hole.

Xiao Ji walked over and looked at the place where he could see, although there were lights on the top of the stone walls on both sides, but there would be one only one after a long distance.

"It looks like the hole is very long. He whispered to himself, and walked towards the cave.

After walking for a long time, Xiao Ji finally saw the end of the cave not far away, where there was a bright candlestick on the stone table.

A woman in a bright yellow dress sat on a stone chair with her back to him, a silver needle in her hand flying up and down, sewing something.

Xiao Xi saw that the skirt at her feet was missing a piece of cloth, and he took out the rag from his waist, thinking that it should be the one he tore off.

"Why did you bring me here?" asked Xiao Ji.

The woman's dazzling silver needle paused as she walked up and down, but she didn't look back, but said, "You're a person who can listen to my story." ”

Xiao Ji said: "You are Keiko Yantian. ”

The woman placed a piece of cloth-like object in her hand on the stone table, perhaps in the light of the candlestick lamp, which looked yellow and gray.

"It doesn't matter if I'm Keiko Yantian or not, I can tell you everything about Tsukishi Songyang. The woman put her hand on her forehead and said in a deep voice.

"What do you want me to get in exchange?" asked Xiao Ji.

"Sure enough, I spoke to you very clearly, I don't want you to exchange anything. ”

"I just want you not to look it any further. The woman sighed and said, she had been talking with her back to Xiao Ji, and had no intention of turning back.

Xiao Ji was stunned for a moment, and then said seriously: "What if I don't agree." ”

The woman cocked her orchid fingers, pinched the silver needle that looked thin and long, and plunged it into the fabric, and the vermilion red thread in the needle's nose passed through the cloth.

She chuckled, "Hehe, it's okay to have as much wealth as you want." ”

"Is it an inexhaustible piece of silver or a dazzling jewel?" asked Xiao Ji.

"No, it's just vulgar dung. ”

"If you have something like this, you will never want to give it up, and you will even give it all for it. The woman replied.

"All that?" Xiao Xi continued.

"Time, eternal time. The woman said, but there was a great deal of hatred in her tone.

Xiao Ji smiled and said, "Yes, then let me hear your story first, is it worth this value!"

The woman also smiled and said, "Okay, anyway, I only have time left." ”

"On that day, there were many guests and artists in the Ruyue Art Museum, not so much because they admired the paintings of Songyang in Yuejiao. ”

Rather, they were more curious about what he looked like. ”

Xiao Ji paused and said: "A painter who is famous both inside and outside the Guan, but what is amazing is not his painting skills. ”

He must have been depressed, even full of hatred. ”

The woman continued to sew the yellowed fabric in her hand and said, "Hate? or not?"

He hated why his brilliant painting skills weren't the most important thing people wanted to explore. ”

But he really couldn't hate it, because it was this mysterious appearance that made him a bright star that everyone chased. ”

"It's ironic. ”

This is not only an irony, but also a nightmare that Yueyi Songyang will never be able to wield away. ”

At that time, he was just a painter painting portraits of the dead in an old and closed village. ”

"He lived a difficult and painful life, and painting portraits of the deceased was a thing that deserved to be respected and revered. "Bobo

"But in that isolated village, people hated things that were not visible. ”

"I don't know, they are the most disgraceful!" the woman slapped the fabric and needlework in her hand on the stone table, and said angrily.

Xiao Ji lowered his head slightly and said, "People's hearts are always like this." ”

The woman slowed down and continued, "Until that day, after he followed Yantian Ash to the abandoned tomb, everyone's fate was changed!"

Xiao Ji asked, "Yan Tianqiu used to be a tomb visitor?"

"No, he's a tailor. The woman said.

When Xiao Xi heard this answer, he was indeed very surprised, he did not speak.

The woman continued, "He is a tailor who seals the spirits of the dead. ”

"I see, he is a spirit tailor. Xiao Ji whispered.

The Sealing Soul Tailor is a respectful title for the Sealing Soul Sealers in the magic world, they are all lonely destiny, no children, no daughters, no relatives and no reason.

They kept walking in every corner of this earthly world, looking for those who were unwilling to die in vain.

They used a golden needle and a red cinnabar thread to seal the powerful souls that were about to break out of their bodies inside the corpses.

"They are a great and lonely group of people. Xiao Ji continued.

The woman raised her head and smiled and said, "Hahaha, it's really the most high-sounding words I've ever heard." ”

"They endure loneliness and darkness, but they bring hope and light to the world, don't you think it's a good sound?" Xiao Ji asked.

The woman was stunned and whispered, "No." ”

The woman lowered her head and stroked the fabric in her hand, as if reminiscing.

The tragic story that is sealed in everyone's memory: "All these things start in an infinite loop from that village full of oppression, blood, and filth. ”

"It has a deceptive name - Out of the Dust. ”

A few decades ago, Dongyingzhou was just a fish village with a few thousand people, and there were no big cities such as Dongdu City and Sakura City.

Even at that time, even the Maharaja did not know where to fight in the far distance, and this place was as pure as a paradise.

Among them, although the dust village in Yuansai County is full of fertile land and self-sufficient, it is simple and closed with folk customs.

Because, in this dust village, the entire village belongs to one family, that is, the Yueshan clan, and their ancestors were the high priests of Guannai.

Believe in the god of pure yang, and only men are the dominant force.

As a result, the women of this village became lowly slaves, working and taking care of their husbands, the elderly, and children.

All the women in the village are afraid of conceiving a girl, because once a girl is born, she will not only have to be sterilized.

The child will not be alive either, but will only be thrown into the furnace as an expression of offense and apology to the god of pure yang.

"It's going to rain. Yan Tian squinted his eyes and stood at the door of his noodle shop and muttered to himself.

Although he is a tailor of the Sealed Spirit, he cannot let anyone know, because they are afraid, afraid of his ominous aura, afraid that he will bring the smell of the dead.

However, people are like this, they can accept that Yan Tianqiu is a scoundrel, a coward, or even a bastard.

But he couldn't accept that he was just a spirit sealing tailor who stopped the soul from harming people and killing people.

This is simply because of the fear created by the ghost fetus in people's hearts, the fear of justice.

He runs a noodle soup restaurant, and the noodles are as thin as a hair, and the entrance is strong and springy, especially the noodle soup, which is delicious and not like the taste of the world.

He looked at the muddy road, the occasional passer-by, who walked with difficulty.

And in the midsummer afternoon, the rainstorm is coming, and the dark clouds on the horizon are gradually pressing.

Yan Tianqiu turned around and walked into the noodle restaurant, and began to boil water, and someone should come to eat noodles in a while.