"The sharp blade hanging over my head was finally removed, and the people were reborn, and soon after that day, I had a dream..."

Speaking of this, his face, which had always been unwavering, had some mood fluctuations, and an emotion called fear, or fear, appeared on his face: "That dream was very real, the husband and wife who died in vain stood by my bedside, looked at me fiercely, kept laughing, and finally said some strange things, which I could not understand at the time, but now in retrospect, it was like a prophecy..."

"Foolishness kills himself, full of filth, greedy for sin and falls into hell, and hypocrisy will be stripped of his face. ”

Old Man Zhao said this paragraph word by word, and every word was like a steel nail into a wood, heavy and sharp.

The sense of disobedience in Tang Qi's heart is getting heavier and heavier, since he came to this spiritual realm, everything seems to follow a mysterious arrangement, moving forward step by step with the plot, just like a silk puppet with invisible silk threads on his body, becoming a character in someone else's script.

Tang Qi was a little excited, maybe because he had too little experience, and he hadn't seen the other party's intentions clearly until now, only to see the truth in front of him like peeling off the cocoon, paragraph by paragraph, paragraph by paragraph, he always thought that the truth of the truth that he was about to understand was just a bare corner of this Arctic glacier...

After saying this paragraph that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, Old Lady Zhao seemed to be much more relaxed, he originally stood a little rickety and slowly straightened up, raised his head, and stared at Zhao Weihuang, who was still in chaos. And the latter, like the sudden collapse of the faith of a fanatical believer. Of course, Old Lady Zhao may have always been a god in his heart, a god who is clothed in sublime light and lives for the people, but at this moment, the light disappeared.

Old lady Zhao looked at Zhao Weihuang, and there was some expectation on the old man's face, "Weihuang, can you understand me?"

Zhao Weihuang still didn't speak, his head was lowered, and his body was trembling slightly.

Old Lady Zhao stared at him for a long time, shook his head, and said in a dry and old voice, "That's it, you are what I grew up watching, for Huang, but you have grown up now, and you should have your own ideas, then pursue your own ideas and do it, you don't need to take care of me..."

After speaking, Old Lady Zhao turned her head and glanced at Tang Qi deeply, her eyes contained several inexplicable emotions, and then without looking back, she paced and walked up to the back room step by step. And this step by step also stepped on Zhao Weihuang's heart, clear and load-bearing. He finally couldn't help it, turned his head and strode out of the yard, and there seemed to be his whispered sobs around him, and he couldn't stop coming...

Tang Qi didn't want to stay in this house anymore, and just as he stepped out of the gate of the Zhao family's courtyard, the whole person stopped again, and he didn't know where to go.

Then, he smiled self-deprecatingly, sure enough, he was still inexperienced, obviously he was just a spiritual domain, but he was affected by this distinct role, and unconsciously, the child appeared in his mind again, with a young and innocent smile, a thin and thin body, and clothes full of patches.

In this spiritual realm full of lies and hatred, that child is like a pure land in this spiritual realm. Somehow, Tang Qi unconsciously walked towards Lixi again...

He stood at the door of the Qin family's courtyard, hesitated with his raised arm, and then knocked heavily on the door.

"Who is outside the door?" Maybe this Mrs. Qin was preparing a meal in the kitchen, and as soon as she knocked on the door, she heard Mrs. Qin's old question in the courtyard, "Mrs. Qin, I'm Tang Qi..."

The wooden door opened in the harsh friction sound, and she was greeted by an old face, she looked at Tang Qi and said, "Xiao Bao'er is in the back room, he knows that Tang Gongzi must be very happy to come, I haven't seen Xiao Bao'er smile for a long time..."

After speaking, Mrs. Qin walked back to the kitchen room to continue preparing the meal, while Tang Qi walked straight to the inner room, but suddenly froze in the courtyard.

He smelled a familiar sweet smell...

This is the fourth time he has smelled this smell, the second time is in the Wang family next door, the third time is in the mansion of Old Man Zheng, the first time and this time is in the courtyard of the Qin family...

Looking at this familiar courtyard, an inadvertently forgotten memory instantly turned over, the lush camphor tree in the courtyard, the refreshing and refreshing smell, a few strange small trees, the plants that bloomed with trumpet-shaped white flowers before, the sweet strange smell came from a few small trees, but the previous flowers were gone...

Tang Qi suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and a little fear welled up in his heart.

Mysterious and unknown things can make people feel frightened. The mad butcher approaching slowly with a knife is equally frightening. And familiar things suddenly become unfamiliar, and the cognition in the brain is suddenly overturned, which makes people feel even more frightened...

Tang Qi admits that he is afraid, this spiritual realm full of weirdness, it seems to be full of hostility towards him from the time they first met, this is a bloody mouth built of weirdness and lies, and Tang Qi is just the prey in this mouth, no matter how you struggle, you will eventually be swallowed by it, and you will not see the truth and beauty...

"Brother Tang, you're here!"

A child stumbled up to him, his face full of joy and innocence, as if he had just heard the speech in the courtyard and immediately ran out of the back room.

Tang Qi swallowed his saliva, an embarrassed smile appeared on his face, his current state was like exploring in the foggy mountains, he couldn't see his five fingers, and he might fall into a cliff with no way to survive if he took a casual step...

The child's perception is keen, even if Tang Qi didn't say anything, but this unnatural silence made the excited Xiaobao stunned, and his originally happy smiling face was also clouded with a little doubt, "Is there any problem?" Brother Tang, seeing that you are uncertain, do you have any doubts?"

Tang Qi waved his hand, looking at the mottled walls around him, the moss stains in the corners, and the old lady cooking rice and vegetables after the kitchen was busy, a depression surged into his heart, and he panicked, "It's nothing, if Xiao Bao'er is free, take me to the back room to have a look..."

The sun sinks for three quarters, and the Qinjia hall house

The oil lamp in the room flickered lightly, and the orange light shone like breathing, revealing a hazy light. After eating quietly, Tang Qi looked at Mrs. Qin with a complicated expression, she was sewing some clothes peacefully and quietly under the dim oil lamp, and Qin Ri was beside her, looking at the movements in her hands in a daze, this is really a warm picture...

After Mrs. Qin finished sewing the clothes in her hand, she kindly said to Qin Ri beside her, "Little Bao'er, it's almost dusk, it's time to go to sleep..."

Tang Qi gently hugged Qin Ri, he turned his head to look at the dark sky outside, and said calmly, "Xiaobao, can you chat with my brother for a while?"

The night breeze suddenly rose, Qin Ri turned his head and looked at Mrs. Qin in embarrassment.

"Xiao Bao'er has been running around for a day today, and she should be tired, Tang Gongzi has something to talk about, you can wait until tomorrow..."

Tang Qi said faintly, "It's not been long... There's nothing to say now, can I wait until dusk comes, and I'll have a good chat with him, after all, children are always innocent..."

Mrs. Qin's face changed instantly, and anxiety surfaced on her face, she smiled far-fetchedly, "He's just a child... There's nothing to talk about..."

Tang Qi's deep eyes looked at Mrs. Qin, did not speak, the hall was silent, only the flame on the oil lamp, with the rising night wind, flickering and extinguishing....