Gu Youning took a breath, and the white mist floated up, like a cloud in the water, dissipating in a moment.

"It's so cold in here." Gu Youning sighed and slowly walked into the room, observing the surrounding environment.

There were several stools inside, a wooden table, and a few empty bowls on it.

A mud-colored kettle is placed in the center of the wooden table, and the gray face describes the family's lack of wealth.

The bucket was quietly placed in the corner, and there was a scoop floating on it, and a little water was in it, and it was very clean.

Qinghuang pushed open a door in the inner room, and saw an old woman lying upright on the bed.

She's out of breath.

It should have been not long ago, or rather, when Gu Youning felt something strange before, that she died.

Gu Youning slowly walked to the side of the bed and saw that the woman was covered with a thick quilt, but there was still some moisture hanging on the quilt.

The beds were neatly made and there was no struggling appearance.

Her white hair told Gu Youning her age, and the serenity on her face showed that she was calm when she left.

It was a natural death, and it had nothing to do with spells.

Of course, except for the moisture on the quilt, it is very inappropriate.

"It's the snake spirit." Gu Youning said in a low voice, "After the death of this old woman, she drained her blood. ”

That's why the old woman's posture on the bed is so stiff.

The blood and qi around her body have been absorbed, and although she has left her spirit, she has no popularity at all, and she will naturally become a dead person.

What puzzled Gu Youning was why the old woman had a smile on her face.

The water vapor on the quilt also told Gu Youning that this spell was likely to be snow or ice.

"Someone's coming." Qinghuang reminded Gu Youning.

Although both of them are invisible, there are others who will destroy the scene, and it is easy to disturb Gu Youning's thoughts.

Gu Youning nodded and looked out the door.

It was a young man in his twenties, who sensed that something was wrong, threw down the hook and chisel in his hand, as well as two fish that had frozen to death, and ran in.

"Mother?" When the young man saw the man on the bed, he shouted softly.

No response.

"Mother!" The young man panicked, and he reached out and touched his mother's neck, and found that he was out of breath.

"Mother! Mother! The young man's tears flowed down his cheeks and fell to the ground coldly.

He hugged the old woman's corpse, trying to pass on some warmth to her, trying in vain to wake her up.

Gu Youning shook his head, what people in the world can't figure out the most is birth, old age, sickness and death, not cherishing the time in front of him, and regretting it in the future.

Not to mention mortals, even if they are immortals, or demons like Qinghuang, they will always make such mistakes.

Many people spend the second half of their lives in constant regret.

She reached out and grabbed the old woman's dying memories.

It's also in this house, but it's different.

The place she remembered was much warmer than the cold and plain place.

A woman came out with a bowl, placed it on the table, and smiled outside, "Stop playing, come back and eat." ”

The two children, one older and one younger, ran in from outside.

"Mother, mother." The younger one ran in and hid behind the woman, "Brother is going to beat me!" ”

As he spoke, he poked his head out from behind the woman and looked at his brother who ran in at the door.

When the elder brother came in panting, he saw the woman holding the rice spoon and pretending to be fierce to him, "I am bullying my brother again." ”

"I didn't." My brother's face was full of grievances, "He kicked me first, and I didn't move him at all!" ”