As soon as noon, the butter mist ran into the forest with the little sheep.

At the foot of the mountain lived a few ordinary families who farmed, and when they saw a little girl leading a sheep and running into the ghost forest all day long, they all thought that there was something wrong with her brain.

There is only one kind-hearted aunt who has persuaded the flower fat mist five times.

Everyone calls this aunt a candle lady, she has lived in Pingying City for more than ten years, she has a good reputation, selling funeral candles and red and white lanterns, and the villagers buy them from her, which is affordable and used.

The wake-up lantern on the mountainside was also hung by her.

The candle girl's gray hair is wrapped in a batik blue turban, her face is covered with furrows, although the tired sweat often wets her sideburns, her clothes are always washed white, and the monochrome orchids on the upper of her shoes are also brushed snow-white.

"Girl, this mountain forest is haunted, listen to the aunt, don't go in to feed the wolves!" Candle Niang's eyes are full of distress and love.

Flower Fat Mist smiled and shook her head, but she was a little curious about Candle Niang.

"You seem to know this forest very well."

A slight sadness was wiped from the bottom of the candle girl's eyes, and her dry eyes could no longer be as tearful as they once were.

"My son and I moved to Heizakura Castle, and he went hunting in the Oniyama and never came back. It was foggy in the mountains that day, and it was going to rain, and I remember that a cloudy blue light came out of the ghost mountain......"

The flower mist frowned and listened.

Candle Niang squeezed her hand, a motherly heart: "After the rain stops, I can't help but go to the forest to look for it, this mountain is going to be rotten by me." Later, I ran into a wolf, and I never went in again. ”

Flower Fat Mist looked at her shoulders trembling slightly from sobbing, and couldn't bear it.

"I see."

"Baby, you remember! Below the mountainside, you can hunt and herd sheep, but above the mountainside, don't go! ”

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, he prefers to go to the tiger mountains.

The flower fat mist has the blood sacrifice formation in hand, and is not afraid of demons and monsters, but the "blue light" in the mouth of the candle girl, what is it?

She couldn't figure it out, and she didn't bother anymore, and her eyes quickly followed the little sheep, and every time she found a new herb, she was excited.

The efficiency of the little sheep was higher than she imagined, but in two hours, all the herbs were searched.

The flower fat mist took out a small shovel and began to polish the dark iron magic crystal little by little.

How rare the pure natural Tai Chi Dan furnace is, she is sweating profusely, and she can't care about wiping it.

Half chiseled up, revealing something white.

The resin mist was stunned, brushed aside the damp red earth, reached out and grabbed the thing, and pulled it out.

With a single force, the thing "hula" fell out and rolled to the ground.

Bone?

Before she could react, the little sheep came over and sniffed it, stretched out his front hooves and pointed at her calf, signaling to her that this was a human calf bone.

"How could someone be buried underneath the Darkiron Crystal?"

It can be seen that this is not a natural magic crystal ore, but it is like the Taiji Dan furnace exploding, emitting blue light, blowing people to death, leaving behind the fragments of the dark iron magic crystal and the corpse, melted into the soil together.

The flower fat mist stared at Sen Sen's white bones, and his head exploded.

Could this be the candle girl's...... Son.

How could the son of the candle lady have a Tai Chi Dan furnace? After thinking about it, more than ten years have passed, and it will be useless to dwell on it again.

The flower fat mist put his hands together and bowed to the white bones: "Sins and sins." ”

After speaking, while digging the Taiji Dan furnace, he dug out the rest of the white bones, found a clean place with lush maple forests, and reburied the pile of white bones.

By the time the Taiji Dan furnace was completed, three days had passed.

Coinciding with the rainy season, the flower fat mist puts the herbs into the Tai Chi Dan furnace in proportion, and comes to add firewood at noon every day, without missing a day.

Passing by the foothills, Candle Niang often stuffed some freshly steamed white flour buns for her, and occasionally, cut a small bundle of fertile grass in the farmland, and took care of the little fat sheep with a smile.

She didn't know who this little girl was, and she didn't know that this stupid little fat sheep was a spirit animal, Candle Niang only felt that Hua Rou Wu was a little similar to her son, the same eccentric, the same stubborn temper, and the temperament of an immortal cultivator.

Candle Niang looked at the clouds and thought to herself, maybe she was too careful.