Chapter 42: The Shepherd Boy's Memory

Several qi swords broke through the air, and a violent roar came from his ears.

The rain gradually stopped, and the surroundings slowly became familiar scenery, and they returned to the mountain gate of the Taichi Sect.

A small mass of spirits wandered around them, then gradually transformed into translucent child shapes.

The shepherd boy remained crouched on the ground, unresponsive to the changes around him.

This time it was Shen Zhiyue who firmly held Ling Yaofeng, she looked at the child in front of her, her eyes were a little red, she opened her mouth, and she didn't know what to say.

Ling Yaofeng's face turned pale, and he had to rest his head on Shen Zhiyue's shoulder to barely stand still, he took a breath and said, "Little shepherd boy, go and enter the reincarnation path." ”

"I've lived long enough and don't want to stay in the world anymore."

"Your grandfather paid such a big price, not because he wanted to hear you say that."

The little shepherd boy still shook his head, if its soul existed in the sun, I am afraid that Mashan would dissipate.

Ling Yaofeng reluctantly squatted down and spread out his palms, which was a trace of the old man's divine sense, which he had captured when he was about to be dissolved by the Soul Warden.

The little shepherd boy's tears fell in large pieces, and he trembled and took the glimmer of consciousness, "Thank you. ”

Ling Yaofeng blinked, "Go quickly, I hope to see you again in the next life." ”

"My name is Si Yu, and the two great favors will report back in the next life." The little shepherd boy held his grandfather's divine sense, turned into a ball of soul, and flew away.

Golden powder fell from the sky, fragments of the shepherd boy's memories.

Shen Zhiyue reached out and took the powder, they were in the palm of his hand, slightly cool.

Si Yu's parents had not been there for as long as he could remember, and his grandfather said that they had been captured by the bad guys, and when he was ten years old, two large beasts attacked the small village where they lived, and it was only one afternoon, and no one was alive.

When he woke up again, there was a man with a bone pen in front of him, he smiled slightly, touched Si Yu's head, and said, "You are really a good seedling, it is not in vain that I came thousands of miles to save you." ”

Si Yu is grateful for the grace of recreation, because he saved the life together with his fellow villagers in the village.

For the voice of thanks, only the grandfather was alone, he did not speak, and his eyes were full of worry.

At first, there was no change in this village, and everyone didn't feel anything else except for an extra imprint on their bodies, and they still cultivated every day.

A few days later, when several young people wanted to go to the city to buy goods, they realized that something was wrong, although there was no change in the scenery around them, there seemed to be a transparent wall separating them.

The villagers divided and found that this was indeed the case, and they could not go anywhere except to stay in the village.

And when they realized that Si Yu had disappeared, they gradually reached a state of panic.

Every day, almost every day, Si Yu's body would be thrown under the locust tree in the village, and at noon, it would wake up and come back to life until it was covered with all kinds of imprints.

Everyone finally realized that it was not the benefactor who resurrected them, but the monster.

Si Yu was just scared at first, because he didn't feel the pain, until one day his grandfather fell ill.

In later days, he learned that in those years, it was his grandfather who used his mental power to stay on Si Yu and suffer on his behalf.

Si Yu didn't think about escaping, nor did he think about ending up by himself, but the result was that the people in the village were scattered one after another, and their souls fell to death forever, and that person said that this was the price of his disobedience.

Later, he got used to it, got used to the pain, got used to all kinds of ways to die, because he wanted his grandfather to live.