This is an alley that I don't know what age it is, and I can't tell what direction it is, narrow and rugged; It can only be seen from the two sides of the wall that is only enough for one person to walk, when two pedestrians meet, they rub against each other on the wall behind them with humility, and the mottling degree of wall ash peeling off speculates about its long history.

The alley is very deep, crawling with green moss, and there is a cold feeling on the ground, on the walls, and on the tiles, against the backdrop of the rain. In the high walls on both sides, there are almost no human voices, and the occasional sound is only the startling of birds.

Is there only dead silence?

Mandala Hua thought as he stood at the mouth of the alley.

He stood still for a moment, then began to walk with increased steps along the sparse bluestone path. On the uneven pavement, there is a lot of rain that accumulates a lot of rainwater, and every time the boot collides with it, it emits it

"Ho--Ho----"

The sound is hard, and the splash is faint; The two sides of the dark green robe were then infiltrated by the rain on the moss, and the corners of the robe that were originally flowing down now hung down, solemnly protecting the sides of the body.

The mandala stopped in front of a dark blue gate, as if amazed at the freshness of the paint on the door, so that the raised hand hung in the air, unable to fall for a long time.

How could such an old alley have such a renovated door?

He frowned, turned to look at Xue Jun, who had been following behind, silent, with a puzzled look in his eyes. Xue Jun raised his eyebrows quite confidently, nodded, and motioned for him to continue.

The hand finally fell,

"Tuk--tuk--"

The echo is dull and firm, but it does not diverge because of the depth of the alley, and in a trance, the dark blue gate seems to transform into a pool of water, and the sound of knocking into it is like a water drift on the water surface with a stone for an hour, and it progresses layer by layer to reach the opposite bank.

Is there anyone on the other side?

Mandala Hua was not sure, he could only wait.

After a while, he vaguely heard the light roar of the collision of the hairpin on his body when he heard the rope in the door, as if his footsteps were moving, and the mandala Hua frowned again, but did not look behind him.

"Squeak--- sound, the door opened very happily, and a not very young woman's face appeared in front of the door, her experienced eyes, slipped around, and then she was puzzled

Why is there no one, did the lord hear it wrong?

She was unwilling, and walked out a few more steps, looking left and right, the deep alley mouth and alley end were dead and silent, and the calm ground puddle did not have a trace of being touched.

She slammed the door shut in dissatisfaction, pinned the bolt angrily, and muttered a few words in her heart:

How can a demented and half-paralyzed old man hear the sound outside the gate? Cut, let me run for nothing!

When the old man was whimpering in the hall, she was laboriously cutting a piece of dry and hard bacon, and when she heard the old man, who had not made a sound for decades, she struggled to point out the door, and vaguely signaled to herself: There was someone outside the door, she was stunned, and almost cut her finger. However... She was a little annoyed, if it weren't for the money given by the family, which was enough for her to save enough for her son's dowry in a year or two, she wouldn't have come to serve a bad old man!

Mandala Hua and Xue Jun followed behind her, their waists twisting rhythmlessly, revealing her impatience. She came to the main hall and gestured to the man on a chaise longue:

"No one, no one!"

The old man didn't answer, stared at the sky, and the corners of his mouth showed a kind and longing smile, the woman couldn't understand, she just thought that the old man was continuing to be stunned.

She gestured for a long time, touched the teapot on the teapot on the coffee table by the old man's side, and felt that the water had no temperature, so she picked up the teapot and walked to the back kitchen.

The old man's usually cloudy eyes were radiating a joyful brilliance at this time, the corners of his mouth twitched, he couldn't speak, he trembled slightly because of excitement, Mandala Hua approached him and knelt down, holding the old man's dry hands and sticking them to his face,

"Father!"

Although it was suppressed, tears still flowed.

After a long time, Xue Jun coughed lightly and said

"Go to the backyard, you don't have much time."

Mandala Hua stopped her tears, stood up, and walked with him to the backyard.

The backyard looks ordinary, ordinary mud floor, ordinary flowers and trees, and there are ropes between trees, which seem to be used to dry clothes, but in the deepest part of the yard, there is a pile of strange stones around a vacant space placed in a mess, and the stones are still stuck with the wrong yellow stripes. Looking at it from the eyes of mortals, it is impossible to understand what the master is doing around an open space, but in the eyes of Mandala Hua and Xue Jun, those strange stones are encircling an immortal soul! The formation surrounded by strange rocks restricts the freedom of the soul, and the yellow charm prevents the soul from even struggling to exert its strength. The soul can only suffer in silence, and the pain is terrible!

Mandala Hua's heart was like a knife, and he was about to rush forward, but Xue Jun grabbed him,

"Don't act rashly! This is just one of your father's worldly humanoid souls, and if you tear off the yellow talisman and alarm the spirit planter, you may never see your father's other souls again! ”

Mandala Hua had to wipe away his tears and stood in place for a long time. Xue Jun patted him on the shoulder and gestured sideways

"Let's go."

Mandala Hua had to come out with him. After staring at the old man in the hall for a long time, he walked to the courtyard gate with Xue Jun, and no longer had to call anyone to open it, he flashed out and disappeared in an instant.

On the field, both of them walked forward with their hands in their hands, half speechless. Finally, Mandala Hua said in a low voice

"Thank you!"

Xue Jun said as if he didn't care

"I did all this just to get my sister out of this conspiracy as soon as possible. So, you don't have to say anything to thank me. ”

He paused,

"I just want you to understand that my sister only imprisoned your spiritual root in the first place, and the disappearance of your father's soul has nothing to do with her."

Seeing Mandala Hua staring ahead without saying a word, he stopped him, looked him in the eye, and said

"My sister's starting point is just to love you! As for imprisoning you in the afterlife space, she doesn't want you to disappear at will, she can't be said to be infatuated, but she just ignores your acceptance. I will continue to help you until you find the whereabouts of your father's soul, but I hope you will give my sister a chance. I don't ask you to promise her anything, I just want you to try to accept it, or try to understand, and even if it doesn't work, don't hate her. ”

He continued to walk slowly, but he raised his eyes and stared at the sky, the slightest drizzle was falling, the sky was gray, that is, there was no clear outline of the clouds, and there was no place where the rain fell, everything was insignificant. He sighed

"What a blessing it is to have the opportunity to love or be loved!"

Mandala Hua glanced back at him sideways, and on a night without moonlight, everything was cloudy.

Not knowing how to answer for a moment, both of them fell silent.