Seeing the old clothes on the stone table, as well as the candlesticks and those offerings, Bai Ling knew where the incense on Meijiang's body came from.

Although it is just a few wrinkled oranges, a plate of pickles, and two steamed buns, it is really shabby, but the offering is about sincerity. If it weren't for the old woman's sincerity, how could the incense offered by ordinary people get on Meijiang's body and reveal from her demonic aura.

However, there is a lingering gloom in Bailing's heart.

She remembered some of the past that was vague in the depths of her memory, those who could not even remember the outline, but it left her with a vivid feeling, a knife and an axe imprinted in the depths of her soul, those resentment, despair, disbelief...... The feeling of being abandoned may be similar.

She was silent, and the scholar was also cold, as if he hadn't heard what the old woman said, the muscles on Huang Wufeng's face trembled, squinted, pinched his throat at them, and whispered, "...... I recognize you as demons, and I can't react to you. ”

Brother Shu said, "It's rare that someone will worship a monster, and the merit is immeasurable. ”

The old woman shook her head and said, "I don't want any merit, I just hope to accumulate more virtue for my poor daughter, and she can be safe, and I will be satisfied." ”

Huang Wufeng's face flashed with a touch of unbearability, and he replied, "You will make your wishes come true." ”

Hearing this, Bai Ling finally couldn't listen anymore, stiffened his face, and withdrew from the cave.

She's dead.

See, God lies, too.

The blazing sun was falling brightly, but it couldn't illuminate the haze under her eyes.

After a while, Brother Shu came out, and when he saw her with her head down, leaning against the rocks in a daze, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking?" ”

Bailing raised her head and asked, "Is she really dead?" ”

Brother Shu looked at her silently.

Bai Ling thought for a moment and said, "If that soul consciousness is not hers, then her soul consciousness ...... It must still exist. Your dungeon won't be interested in the soul consciousness of a monster. ”

The scholar asked, "What's the difference?" ”

Bai Ling was stunned, "What's the difference?" ”

Brother Shu said, "Whether she is born or destroyed, for you, she can no longer be refined." How does this result make a difference for you? ”

The mountain breeze is lonely, blowing slightly in the ears.

Bai Ling's gaze confronted him for a moment, lowered his eyes, kicked off the stones at his feet, and said lightly, "It's no different." ”

Unfortunately, it happened to kick the book brother's body. He dusted it off, leaving no trace.

She looked at the spotless white clothes and continued, "Blame me, it's too much to ask. ”

Huang Wufeng came out of the cave, happened to hear this sentence, and said casually, "It's common for you to ask more, what's the fuss." As he spoke, he helped the old woman by his hand.

When the old woman came out, she said to them, "Since the three of you are friends of Meijiang, why don't you come and sit at home, I am a lonely old lady, and no one has been with me to talk well for many years." ”

Then she turned to Bai Ling, "The girl asked me if there were any monsters in our village, I guess I wanted to find a companion." ”

The words of refusal slipped to his lips and sipped away, and Bai Ling said, "Sort of." ”

The old woman said kindly, "I know a young man who may be of help to you." ”

As soon as these words came out, Bai Ling immediately expressed her position, "Okay, I just happen to want to see where Meijiang grew up." ”

Huang Wufeng was speechless, and rolled his eyes widely.