In the end, I couldn't carry him, and I ate all the bowl of rice, so much so that I wanted to vomit.

After eating, Yan Ruo and Yu Yichen went to patrol the city, leaving me alone in the house.

Tongyu spoke in my purse, "Sister, what are you thinking?" ”

"It's nothing" I didn't like to attach her, I didn't dare to tell her, I want to sacrifice in the East, and I don't know how he is now, whether he has returned to Jiuhua Mountain,

She appeared from her purse and sat down next to me, "Sister, can't you still let it go?" You can't forget him, can you? But don't you like Jiuye? How could it be..."I like the Oriental Festival."

Before she could finish her words, she realized that she had said the wrong thing, and she hurriedly shut up, but it was too late.

"How did you know about Jiu Ye?" I pressed closer to her, grim on my face.

She hesitated for a long time, with a look of remorse on her face, "What did you say" When she said this, she didn't dare to look at me, and lowered her head like a child who made a mistake.

"I didn't tell you." In the past three hundred years, I have never mentioned Jiu Ye to anyone, and her words are nothing more than nonsense.

Her nervous body was sweating, and she spoke intermittently, "Sister, I, I heard that"

"Listen to whom?" I continued to ask, if I didn't ask what the result would be today, I would not be reconciled, she knew about me, why did she pretend to get along with me as if nothing happened, I suddenly found that this little girl is not as simple as it seems.

"I just listen to what people say." She couldn't say why, and her bowels were blue with regret.

"Who did you listen to, I ask?" I began to be suspicious of her, I treated her like my own sister, how could she deceive me?

"Tongyu, Jiuye is my past, I don't dare to uncover that pain now, I have never talked to anyone about him in the three hundred years since I entered the underworld, where did you hear from whom?"

Except for Nandi, no one in the underworld knows about the existence of Jiuye, I don't believe that Tongyu listened to Nandi, he is not a person with a broken mouth, I believe him.

Tongyu saw that things were not good, and turned around to run, but I quickly pressed her shoulder, "It's daytime, the sun is so big outside, where do you want to go?" ”

It seems that she was really forced by me, and she wanted to run despite the noon sun, I didn't want to drive people to a dead end, and besides, she was still a deserved.

"Go back to the underworld, don't follow me anymore" I got up and went out, wanting to be quiet for a while.

"Sister, don't you want to pass through the elm?" Tongyu's throat was choked, and his heart was like an ant nest, and ants were crawling around in it, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"No" I didn't look back, and said lightly, I raised my feet and was about to leave.

"Nobody told me that I was looking through a death mirror" Her tears flowed from her eyes, gently slid down to her mouth, and fell to the ground with a tick, she still spoke.

I'm puzzled, what is a mirror? Never heard of it.

She continued, "The Painted Skin Ghost will have a mirror of the afterlife after death, and you can see the past life, whether it is a demon or a monster."

"The three life stones can't print my past life and present life, but the afterlife mirror can?" I don't know if it's because I'm lonely or because I'm short-sighted, but I haven't heard of the 'Mirror of Death'.

"My sister doesn't enter reincarnation, the six realms don't receive, of course there is no sister's past and future on the Sansheng Stone, but the mirror of the painted skin ghost is okay, sister, do you want to see it?" She took out a small mirror from her bosom, one side of which was carved with a pattern, and the relief portrait was exquisite.

With teary eyes, she handed the mirror to me, so carefully and discreetly.

"Sister, because you have an incomplete soul, there are many things that you haven't remembered, the Mirror of Death can help you, it's just that if you really want to see it, you have to be mentally prepared"

Hearing her say this, I suddenly didn't dare to pick up the mirror, maybe I couldn't remember the best, and the hand I was about to raise was put down by me again, "I don't look at it"

"Then sister, do you still want to rush Tongyu away?" Worry and fear went back and forth in her eyes, and suddenly I felt very sorry for her, she was doing my good, why should I force her? And scare her and let her go.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have scared you"

"Really" she happily grabbed me, and I raised my hand to wipe the tears from her face.

"I don't want to see mine, but I want to see a person's" I want to see the Oriental Festival, Nandi said that there is no Jiu Ye in the Heavenly Palace, and I can't go to Fuyu Mountain now, he looks so similar to Jiu Ye, and he has a green sword in his hand, I am curious about his previous life.

"Oriental sacrifice? I want to see it too," she said with a smile on her face, as if she was more curious than I was, just like the one who was crying like a big cat just now.

"You don't know, when I saw that he looked very similar to Jiu Ye, I almost did it at that time" She talked eloquently, not affecting her mood at all because of what happened just now, I was shocked, don't ghosts hold grudges?

"You didn't do it?" I questioned her, and I always didn't believe her.

"No, when we met for the first time, he left in a hurry, I didn't have a chance, and when we met again, you and him were so glued, how could I do it." She said to me loudly, awe-inspiring, as if I was blocking her from doing good things.