Placing his wand on the table, the Blue Lord said, "Meursault, it seems you have company." Your Royal Highness, two princes, let's have a good exchange of experiences. ”

Caihui looked at the wand on the table in surprise, and the wand flashed a white light, and then pulled out a wisp of green smoke from it, slowly converging into a human form.

Merso, who was awakened by Lan Jue, appeared in front of the two of them in a primordial state.

After looking at Caihui, Mersor asked, "Is this your new god?"

"Well, his name is Caihui. There is also a brother named Yoiran. In a few days, you will be able to cultivate the physical body with the two brothers. ”

Caihui didn't expect that there was still a person hidden in the room where she thought there were only two people, and it turned out to be a formless body. After hesitating for a while, Caihui asked Lan Jue, "This lord is also a Shikishen?"

Without waiting for Lan Jue to speak, Meurso replied, "It's not the relationship between Shikijin and his master. Blue Jue is mine...... Teacher. ”

Red Lotus was telling Xiao Lan some common sense about Shikishen, and Lan Jue suddenly rushed out with an excited face, "Red Lotus!

"Teacher, isn't that Master?" and all of a sudden, what's going on?" asked Honglian puzzled.

"I don't know. But it sounds amazing. I think Meersel and Caihui are very compatible. Anyway, I'm going to give you a task. Lan Jue pretended to be serious, with a serious face.

Red Lotus nodded, "Say it." ”

"Meersau has almost breathed well, and after a few days of Caihui and Yoigo getting used to the power of Shikigami, the three of them reshape their bodies together. You are the one who has experience, and this mentor is none other than you. ”

Honglian's face suddenly became a little weird, "I, you're not afraid of them, ......."

Before Red Lotus could finish speaking, Lan Jue stretched out a finger to stop him, then turned to Xiao Lan on the side and said, "Xiao Lan, your brother has something to say to you." There you go. ”

Yoi Lan didn't say anything, turned and left.

Only Red Lotus and Lan Jue were left in the hall, and Lan Jue said, "Actually, I have thought about it for a long time, and I have checked many books, and there is no difference between the reshaping of the physical body, whether it is the original spirit of the undead or the living, the core is tactile memory." As a human being, the tactile sensation generated by touching every object in the human world is the only real bridge that connects with this space. ”

"Does the sense of touch still need to be memorized? As long as you touch, you will naturally have a sense of touch. Regardless of the severity of the matter. Red Lotus smiled, stretched out her hand, and with a flick of her sharp nails, she left a deep pit on the wall of the stone cave.

Lan Jue pouted, "Then do you remember the touch of holding hands with me in your last life?"

Honglian was stunned.

Lan Jue was a little disappointed, "Don't you remember?"

Red Lotus shook her head, "A thousand years are too long, after all. I'm sorry, but I forgot everything except that I remember that I love you. ”

"Then, you can take your time to remember. By the time you think about it, maybe you're a real human. After Lan Jue finished speaking, he went inside.

"Hey......" Honglian wanted to keep Lan Jue, but there was no legitimate reason, so she froze for a while.

When Lan Jue returned to the inner room, Caihui and Meersau, who had roughly the same experience, had a good conversation.

Seeing Lan Jue's expression, Meersot asked, "Teacher, what's wrong?"

Lan Jue pouted and shook his head.

Caihui stood up and said, "The room has been cleaned up. Master, this side please. ”

Meurso sat still, watching Lan Jue and Caihui go in, thinking about reshaping his body for a while, but he didn't come up with any results, so he planned to ask Red Lotus.

As soon as he went out, he saw that Honglian also had a gloomy face, and Merso was even more strange, "What, you also have this expression?

Red Lotus habitually leaned against the root of the wall, sat cross-legged on the ground, maintained the flame radar, and did not relax for a moment, "It's nothing. Are you looking for me?"

Meursault also sat down not far away, and said, "Although I am about to start reshaping my body, I don't have a clue about it. Would like to ask about your experience. ”

Honglian smiled nonchalantly, "Experience? Just now she was talking to me about the problem of tactile memory, saying that it was to solve this problem, and the flesh shaping could be finally completed, and it could be no different from ordinary people. ”

"Tactile memory, I think ......" Meursault thought for a moment, and said, "It's really strange to say, I see that you usually use anything without a problem, but the teacher can't touch you, why is that?"

Honglian sighed, closed her eyes and smiled bitterly, "She is unique, how can she be compared to ordinary everyday objects. Although I have existed as an undead spirit for a long time because of my obsession with her, I am ashamed to say that I don't even remember the feeling of holding hands with her before I was alive. ”

Melsor thought for a moment, "In other words, as long as you retrieve this memory, the problem is solved." Really?"

Honglian said, "That being said, it's not easy to say. By the way, you haven't been in this state of primordial spirit for a long time, and you should still remember the feeling of holding hands with people. So what does that look like?"

Meersot was suddenly embarrassed, "Affectionate lovers, I don't have them." Long Li, she ...... I mean, I had a woman around me, but I didn't feel as much for her as I did for you. I often hold my sister's hand, right?"

Honglian is also a layman, so she has to say, "In general...... Almost, right?"

"How can a sister be the same as a lover? You have been separated from humanity for so long that you have forgotten the difference. Meursau shook his head and smiled, "But I'll try to show you my memories with a fantasy, and maybe it will stimulate you to remember something from the past." Whether it will succeed or not, say yes first, in exchange, you have to tell me about the experience of reshaping the flesh. ”

Honglian also smiled, "This is no problem. ”

Meurso stood up and stretched out his hands forward, the white mist between his hands slowly turning into a cross. The cross emitted a strong white light, enveloping the red lotus's figure.

Red Lotus's ears heard Meursault's calm chanting, "Lord Almighty, the Father of the world in heaven." Thy kingdom come, and deliver all nations from the capital of wickedness. The divine hands of my Lord who created the world have opened the sun, moon and light for me. ”

After a while, the white light seemed to dim, and Honglian opened her eyes, already in a completely unfamiliar space.

It is a quiet, cemetery-like garden. In the corners grew nettles from which the witch weaved her cloak, and white roses, beloved by death. The elderberry tree smells sweet, and the dew on the new grass never dries up, like the tears of the dead.

Red Lotus saw a little girl of her teenage years standing in the middle of the garden, with a pale face, dressed in a black lace velvet dress, and a small navy blue felt hat with a white rose that would never fade.

Red Lotus guessed that this should be the Lolan Loya that Melso always missed. Sure enough, the figure of Meurso appeared in the field of vision, and the little girl pounced on him like a milk swallow.

Meurso picked up Loren Loya and held her little pale hand. Red Lotus looked at the hands of Lolan Loya and Meursault. Meursault's big hand took hold of his sister's little hand, and the little girl's hands were pale and delicate, and their skin was like white silk. Red Lotus tilted her head, thinking about what kind of touch it should be.

Suddenly, the scene changed.

Ivy blooms with white finely broken flowers, spired palaces. High in the bell tower, the tinkling of the harp is heard. In the vast lavender fields, a little girl in a wide-brimmed sunhat was laughing and running with a fluffy skirt, pounced on a tall teenager.

Honglian took a closer look, and the young man should be Mersor in the early years. At this time, Luo Lan Luoya was only five or six years old, and her face was ruddy and healthy. When he was young, Meursault took Loraine Loya's white and tender little hand and walked to the palace deep in the lavender field.

Red Lotus was about to speak, when the day suddenly changed to night.

In the quiet night, time has gone back to an unknown number of years. In a room with warm yellow tones, a rainbow-colored tent hangs high, and a baby girl is still wearing a pink baby hat and lying in the arms of a little boy. The little boy holds the baby and hums an unknown tune, and the lyrics are to the effect that an angel opens its white wings and embraces the obedient child.

This time the distance was very close, Honglian looked at it, with golden hair and blue eyes, and that meticulous expression, this little boy was indeed the Melso of his childhood. While humming a serenade, Meurso gently held his sister's little hand and turned his head to look out at the starry night outside the castle.