Chapter 314: Old Ancestor?

"Shen Minzhi? Well...... Think about it. The mountain ghost walked around the house with his arms folded in order to think: "I have a little impression." It seems to be ...... It seems like. ”

"Oops, remembered!" The mountain ghost hit his right fist in the palm of his left palm, and his rouge eyes suddenly lit up, and a light bulb seemed to light up on the top of his head.

"At that time, there was a Xuanmen family in the capital, surnamed Wu, eh? I have the same last name as your friend. Isn't itβ€”"

The young man's eyes were cold.

Seeing this, the mountain ghost pouted and continued: "The Xuanmen Wu Clan belonged to the witch doctor clan thousands of years ago, but later it was slowly changed to develop spell witchcraft, of course, the witch doctor's skills are also retained, after all, it is something inherited from the ancestors. ”

Yan Chiyu: "Shen Minzhi...... Don't go too far. "To be honest, he really has no interest in the development of the Wu clan.

"Oh." The mountain ghost said obediently: "Shen Minzhi was the ancestor of the Wu family back then, the personal maid of an ancestor who was descended but never married. To be more precise, Shen Minzhi was the spirit created by that person. You must think she's a ghost, right?

It is normal for Shen Minzhi to have ghost aura on her body, that is because her memories have disappeared one by one over the years, and the aura of the past is also fading little by little. It's the same as when you buy a car, it's easy to break if you don't have a warranty for a long time, you know? ”

"Shen Minzhi told meβ€”"

The young man's expression was obscure, "Wu Yue is the ancestor of the Wu family, the ancestor of the Wu family disappeared hundreds of years ago, she has been looking for someone for decades, but no one responded to her." This frustrated Shen Minzhi, and as her memory deteriorated, she could only rely on the diary-like notes she had written earlier to find her goal. Remember what you had done the previous year.

Sometimes, though, things are so dramatic that what she has seen, no more than three times, will disappear without a trace. As you said, her spirit could not hold on. ”

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"Huh?"

The mountain ghost raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You said that the little girl just now was the ancestor of the Wu family?" How can I not believe this? I'm sure she's eighteen years old, definitely no more than twenty. How did he become the ancestor of others at a young age? ”

Yan Chiyu was silent in thought.

"Also, there is no sign of rebirth or reincarnation on her body at all. You know, none of this escaped my eyes. "Mountain ghosts are good at talking, and a pair of discerning eyes can see too much.

Because it was Yan Chiyu, she didn't hide it, so she said more.

"So my conclusion is, she's not."

Mountain Ghost Dai frowned slightly, "Could Shen Minzhi be mistaken, after all, the spirit body is a spirit body that has not been repaired and maintained, and it is probably useless." ”

"Well, I see." Yan Chiyu nodded slightly, put his hand into his pocket, and felt out something, his hand closed, in the shape of a fist.

The mountain ghost moved back, leaning back on the sofa, and his posture was still elegant: "The second question, ask quickly, get out." ”

Yan Chiyu spread out his palm, it was a half-cut red jade pendant.

"The fifth uncle asked you when you would return to Songcheng, and he has been waiting for you in Songcheng all his life."

"Tsk." Hearing this, the mountain ghost raised his head with interest, "That guy hasn't married and had children yet?" ”

Yan Chiyu: "It's been single." ”

"God never eats the grass back, and even if it is wrong, she will go forward until the end of the road of repentance." The mountain ghost lowered his eyes and shook his head.

In the expressions that others couldn't see clearly, there was a faint sadness and sorrow.

"He's waiting for you."

The young man said nonchalantly: "I'm just passing the word, and the decision is up to you." Good bye. ”

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The girl stood on the top of the Foggy Mountain, letting the wind and clouds pass through her hair, her beautiful eyes condensed, and she sighed faintly.

I have to admit that she has been very lonely for hundreds of years.