He raised his hand, it was illusory, he couldn't hold the air, he couldn't grasp any other object, and there was not even a shadow of him on the ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Chu frowned, this didn't seem to be an illusion, but his soul level aspect had penetrated back to the earth.

In order to confirm his thoughts, he wanted to go somewhere.

The body floated up lightly, he was just stunned for a moment and got used to it, crossing the crowd and passing through the high-rise buildings, he was glad that this was at least the same city as the place he wanted to go, otherwise he would be choked even if he could fly.

All the way to the flight, it only took a few minutes for him to fly from the city center to the suburbs, and when he saw the word cemetery, his eyes were complicated.

When he was about four years old, his parents were killed, and he received a large stipend, as well as the building they left behind, and this was the beginning of his life of exile.

He couldn't get this money before he became an adult, almost all of his parents' immediate family members passed away, leaving behind a not very close relative, for their family's building and money, almost all relatives at this time Eight Immortals crossed the sea to show that they could fight for his custody.

In the end, the result of the negotiation was naturally that he lived in this house for a year, and lived in that house for another year, and his memories since he could remember were the life of watching people's faces under the fence.

Every family has their own children, and his living expenses are not so much for himself as for other people's children.

He remembered that at the beginning he also wanted to live with them sincerely, but the reality was always cruel, he spent his parents' money, but he ate the worst, wore the worst, and lived the worst, and he would be beaten by other people's children at every turn, and those adults were kind in front of everyone, and indifferent in the back.

At that time, he understood that those people used themselves as a bargaining chip, just for their house and money, and he began to look on coldly, seeing that their families were fighting over the ownership of the building year after year, and watching them fight over it, he was just silent.

Because he was too young to dominate his life. He desperately wants to grow up, to become an adult. And the so-called relatives least want him to grow up, because then they will not have anything to take advantage of.

He didn't know if his car accident was accidental or man-made, or if it was tacitly acquiesced by all of them.

He died, maybe their goal was achieved, but what they didn't know was that they were ready to use their hands, no one had been bullying him for so many years, and he wanted to take advantage of himself when he was killed.

Mo Chu found the tombstone of his parents, looking at the happy photo of the smile on it, the memory of them in his mind was already very vague, and his current family images were Langat and Bixi.

In front of the tombstone is a handful of white chrysanthemums, which look very fresh, and should have been put down in a day.

He was puzzled, remembering that his parents didn't have many friends because of their special relationship with work, at least he hadn't seen them since he was a child, and his relatives estimated that it was even more impossible to come to see them, could it be that someone misplaced?

With a lie that a ghost doesn't believe, Mo Chu can only imagine it like this in order to settle his heart, and next to the two tombstones happens to be his own tombstones.

At this moment, he had a strange feeling, standing in front of his tombstone, and his mood was really complicated.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance, and Mo Chu subconsciously looked over and was stunned.

The person who came was a young man, dressed in black, a pair of sunglasses, the whole person looked very serious, he was holding a handful of white chrysanthemums in his arms, and went straight to Mo Chu's tombstone, and saw the white chrysanthemums in front of the two tombstones next to him, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, and he seemed to be in a very unhappy mood.

He took off his sunglasses, pinned them to his chest, bent down and placed the chrysanthemum in front of Mo Chu's tombstone, and touched the photo on the tombstone behind him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he quickly retracted.

"Xiao Chu, are you okay in heaven?" the man looked at the photo and was silent for a long time before he said slowly, "I didn't believe it when I heard about your death yesterday, I always thought they wouldn't be so cruel, but I forgot that the temptation of money is enough to make them lose their conscience." ”

Mo Chu's eyes widened when he heard this, not because of what he said, but 'two days ago'!

He frowned tightly, he had been reborn and lived in the Boya Continent for nearly three years, how could it be that the time of the earth's reality was only two days!

Could this be the time difference between the different spaces of the Boya continent and the Earth? But three years = two days, which is really strange.

I thought that the past of the previous life had become a thing of the past, but I didn't expect that only two days had passed on the real earth.

He looked at the man with serious eyebrows in front of him, he was the eighth-year-old neighbor who was staying at a relative's house, He Zijie.

It's just that he hasn't seen him since he left that host family the next year, and he didn't expect that when he died, an old man came to worship him, so he wasn't too much of a failure.

"Your will has made those people's calculations a joke, but the price is too great, I'd rather you have nothing than hear the news of your death," He Zijie's eyes were red, and it was obvious that Mo Chu's death had shocked him a lot.

"How could I let them go so cheaply if they killed you, your car accident was not an accident, and I will get your justice back for you," he continued, but these words warmed Mo Chu's heart, it turned out that there were still people who cared about him in this indifferent society.

"I didn't protect you ten years ago, and I won't have you ten years later, I just hope that I will have this opportunity in the next life," He Zijie finally took a deep look at the happy Mo Chu who was smiling in the photo, and turned to leave, his back lonely and lonely.

Mo Chu looked at this scene with complicated eyes, even if he was eight years old, he and him were only a year together, he regarded He Zijie more as a shelter, following him, he could eat enough, and the treatment could be better, but he didn't expect that He Zijie would remember him from beginning to end.

His back disappeared into the rows of tombstones, Mo Chu looked back at the chrysanthemums on the ground, in fact, he didn't care what happened to those people anymore, since he had a family member who loved him, a heart-to-heart friend, and a partner who loved him in the Boya Continent, all of this no longer mattered.

Even if those people got the punishment they deserved, he was not excited or disappointed, and he had a normal state of mind.

For this life, he really let go.

"You're really here!" Suddenly, a neutral voice sounded behind him, Mo Chu felt that this voice was somewhat familiar, and suddenly turned his head, and what he saw was the strange and familiar robe.

"That Taoist priest!" he exclaimed.

In front of him was the old Taoist priest who gave him Qimen Dunjia and gave him a word of approval the day before his accident.

The Taoist priest grinned, "I thought you were going to come back soon, but I didn't expect you to come back," his voice had a smug feeling.