"Little Joe, what's wrong? As soon as you come back without saying a word, go to sleep? Mao Daxin looked at Jiang Qiao's back and whispered to Jiang Li.

"She's fine." Jiang Li stared at the tent thoughtfully and said lightly.

"Are you really okay?" Mao Daxin looked at Jiang Li hesitantly, although Jiang Li said that it was okay, but from the beginning, he was engrossed in staring at the tent, as if he was guarding something, and it could be said that he was looking forward to something.

What happened to Jiang Qiao...

"Mom, it's killing me." Jiang Qiao looked at his mud-stained palms and exhaled with grinning teeth.

Suddenly, she felt some cold wetness on her face, as if something had fallen on her face, and when she looked up, it was snow...

It's snowing in the sky?!

"Snow ... It's May, huh? Jiang Qiao watched in amazement as a crystal snowflake fell on his hand, and then quickly turned into a drop of water and disappeared into his palm

The snow was very heavy, and when Jiang Qiao was in a daze, it had slowly spread all over the ground, and there was snow everywhere, but it was just thanks to this sudden snow, the originally dark surroundings gradually brightened, presumably the snow reflected the originally dim moonlight to a great extent, making everything around it clear.

Jiang Qiao realized that she was standing in a cemetery at the moment.

And it was a tombstone that had just tripped her, and as far as the eye could see, there were at least twenty tombs built in this cemetery, and these tombs were very close together, and they all consisted of a tombstone with the name of the owner of the tomb, and the tombstone engraved with his life.

Li Jihong, born in 1987 and died in 1995;

Ming Ming, born in 1990, died in 1995;

Luo Xiang, born in 1985 and died in 1995;

Meng Lan, born in 1988 and died in 1995;

。。。。。。

The more Jiang Qiao looked, the more frightened he became, a total of 21 children were buried here, and each child died in 1995, although there was no specific time, but looking at this neat and unified cemetery structure, Jiang Qiao knew that they all died on the same day.

This is not what scares Jiang Qiao the most, what frightens her the most is that there is a small line of words engraved on each tombstone: Angel Orphanage.

"Angel Orphanage? Isn't this the orphanage where Jiang Li stayed? Don't... The more Jiang Qiao looked, the more flustered he became, and his two hands were finally frozen red because he kept playing with the snow on the tombstone, so he stopped in a daze, and muttered, "Could it be that we all guessed wrong, there is really an angel orphanage?" ”

Jiang Qiao stood alone in a pile of silent and cold tombs, looking left and right helplessly, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted in a broken heart: "Jiang Li~".

Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of Jiang Qiao out of thin air, grabbed her without saying anything, and a dazzling white light flashed...

"Little Joe, little Joe..."

Jiang Qiao opened his eyes abruptly and sat up, only to see Mao Daxin, Ah Moon, and Jiang Li all looking at him with concern, and he was now sitting in a warm tent with a thick blanket on his body.

"It's snowing, it's snowing... This was Jiang Qiao's first sentence when he woke up.

Mao Daxin smiled: "What is snowing, you are dreaming." ”

Jiang Qiao's mind was extremely clear, every detail of everything that had just happened was deeply imprinted in her mind, Jiang Qiao shook her head: "No, it's not a dream, I really saw the snow, I'm still ... I also fell in the cemetery and broke my hands. Jiang Qiao said, spreading out his palm and holding it up in front of Mao Daxin.

Mao Daxin was stunned, Jiang Qiao really had a freshly caused wound on his hand, although it was not very big, but it was still bubbling out with beads of blood.

"But... But you've been under our noses and never left, huh? Mao Daxin looked at Ah Moon and Jiang Li.

Ah Moon said: "Xiao Qiao, it should be a dementor." She just felt that Jiang Qiao was not quite right, but she could only estimate the very advanced spell of soul dementoring, she thought that Jiang Li would make a move, but she didn't expect Jiang Li to be indifferent, as if she hadn't found anything, and let Jiang Qiao be dementored all the time.

Of course, just now, she knew that Jiang Li didn't care, he had been paying attention to Jiang Qiao's every move, and when her expression was distorted and painful, as if she was in some danger, Jiang Li still didn't hesitate to take action.

"Spiritualism is a phenomenon in which your soul intentionally or unintentionally enters the memories of people who have died, and what you see is the memories of those who have died." Jiang Li explained lightly.

Mao Daxin stared at Jiang Li's expression, he always felt that Jiang Li seemed to be hiding something.

"You mean, everything I just went through is the memory of someone who died here?" Jiang Qiao asked, she frowned and shook her head: "However, I didn't see anyone in my dream, only myself." ”

"What do you see?" Jiang Li asked.

"I see ... The lotus mist tree is full of children's heads... There's also a cemetery with more than twenty tombs, oh, and, an angel orphanage. Jiang Qiao squinted and recalled.

Mao Daxin immediately interrupted her: "What did you say? Angel Orphanage? Where is it? ”

Jiang Qiao tilted his head and thought blankly for a while: "I don't know where it is, I only know that the words 'Angel Orphanage' are engraved on the tombstone." ”

Mao Daxin shook his head: "Impossible, impossible, haven't we already unified the statement, there is no angel orphanage at all, Jiang Li also said, he has seen this place, he stayed here when he was a child, why did an angel orphanage pop up." ”

Jiang Qiao hurriedly said: "How do I know this, this is what I saw in my dream... No, it's not a dream, it's something I saw when I was dementored. ”

"I'm going crazy. If there is really an angel orphanage, then this orphanage has nothing to do with Jiang Li, Qi Ming has nothing to do with Jiang Li, and the paintings he painted have nothing to do with Jiang Li, so why are we here here, after checking so much, isn't it all in vain. Mao Daxin was almost crazy, almost falling off the cliff today didn't make him collapse, but Jiang Qiao's words made him want to walk three kilometers.

"It can't be said that way, if the two orphanages are not related, then how could Jiang Qiao be seen by the dementors here?" At this time, Ah Moon still kept calm and analyzed in an orderly manner.

"Makes sense." Ah Moon's words were like an initiation, and Mao Daxin's inner turmoil suddenly subsided.

"It's not early, let's rest first, and tomorrow we will go down the mountain, and we will make other plans." Ah Moon waved his hand and said.

Mao Daxin wanted to say something, but was stopped by Ah Moon's eyes, Jiang Li also left the tent with a stomach full of concerns, and the four of them slept separately, but they all tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at night.

Jiang Qiao didn't know when he fell asleep, he only knew that when he opened his eyes, the sky was already dawn, and the fire that was lit last night had only embers left, Jiang Qiao got out of the tent lightly, and the other three were still asleep, Jiang Qiao knew that they must be the same as himself last night, and they couldn't sleep for a long time. She cautiously walked through the sleeping Jiang Li and Mao Daxin, and gently opened the door, but was stunned by everything outside the door.

"Next... Snowing? Jiang Qiao muttered.