"Then that's why you're following him?" Ye Dill asked the little boy again.

"No," the little boy tilted his head stiffly, and there was a "click" sound in his neck, like a rusty machine, "I hope you can fulfill my wish." ”

"What wish?" Ye Dill asked as she followed the little boy's words.

"I died of illness when I was seven or eight years old, but my family was poor, so I was hastily buried in the back mountain," the little boy recalled the past, and his eyes were a little more popular, "I have always been very scared and missed my father and mother, so I have been refusing to leave, silently waiting for my father and mother to reunite with me." ”

Speaking of this, the little boy suddenly shed a few tears.

When the tears left his cheeks, it was as if they had evaporated in the air, leaving nothing behind.

"Two years later, my father and mother died of famine," the boy continued, "but there were no other relatives in the family, and the neighbors buried them in one place." ”

The little boy's face suddenly showed a resentful expression: "They seem to have forgotten my existence, and they didn't bury my father and mother with me!" By the time I learned that my father and mother were dead, they had been buried for days, and I couldn't find a place to bury them! ”

The little boy suddenly raised his gaze to the eyes of the upper leaf dill: "Do you know how much hatred I have in my heart? ”

Ye Dill responded very cooperatively: "I don't know." ”

The little boy seemed to choke for a moment, and suddenly did not speak, and even the expression on his face was momentarily disturbed.

"Why are you interrupting!" The little boy complained dissatisfiedly.

"You look at me and ask, shouldn't I answer?" Ye Dill looked innocent and asked rhetorically.

"Then why do you say you don't know!" The little boy asked unconvinced.

"I haven't experienced what you've experienced, and I don't want to be buried with my parents," Ye Dill shrugged her shoulders and said as a matter of course, "I don't know if your mood is not normal?" "New

She's just telling the truth.

As someone who doesn't have the same desires and doesn't have the same experiences, it's normal not to be able to empathize.

Why does this NPC think that as long as he gets emotional, others will be like him, or even echo him?

Lin Xiaoxiao: "......"

Dill is really bold, she still dares to scare at this time, and she is not afraid that this little ghost will be unhappy and pounce on and bite people.

Although Gu Qingqiu didn't have much reaction after being bitten, it might not be very serious, but thinking about being bitten by a ghost, no matter whether it was serious or not, it was enough for her to tremble for a while.

The little boy held back for a long time, his face turned from pale to gray, and he seemed to have forgotten what he was going to say.

Ye Dill was anti-guest and took the initiative to ask: "So your wish is to be buried with your parents?" ”

The little boy seemed to remember what he was going to say, and he didn't care about being angry, so he quickly nodded: "That's right, I want you to help me find my father's bones, and then put their bones with mine." ”

"Once you do this, you will leave Gu Qingqiu's shoulders?" Ye Dill asked again.

"Yes." The little boy replied in the affirmative.

"Do what?" Hearing Ye Dill 's words, Gu Qingqiu finally asked patiently.

Although his fists are clenched tightly at the moment, he looks like he may go crazy at any time.

It's a pity that he couldn't touch the little boy at all, otherwise he might have beaten the ghost to pieces.