With that, he turned his head and continued in the direction of leaving the village. Soon it was gone.

Feng Junjia knew that he was a dead soul and did not dare to follow him, so he turned around and walked towards the village. As soon as he took a few steps, the sound of pedaling footsteps sounded behind him, and the laughter of the children before became louder. Feng Junjia looked back, and sure enough, there were four or five children pulling at his clothes behind him. The children had black lips, gray marks on their faces, and were wearing spring clothes. There are summer and winter.

"Xiaomi, Xiaomi, come down and play!" A leading little girl shouted at Millet in his arms while tugging at Feng Junjia's clothes.

Feng Junjia knew that these children came from an unusual way, so he angrily scolded: "Xiaomi can't even walk, how can I play with you!" Get out of the way! ”

The little girl didn't give up, tugging at his clothes and begging, "You let Xiaomi play with us!" The other children pulled and tugged.

The millet in Feng Junjia's arms actually giggled.

Feng Junjia felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly ran in the direction of the village. He knew that he might not be able to escape the trap of the lost god by running like this, but at this time he could think of no other way than to run.

After all, children are children, and their steps are not as big as adults. Soon, Feng Junjia threw the children away without a trace. But the laughter was still flickering. It's not completely gone.

Walked another way. A few more old ladies came to meet him.

As soon as Feng Junjia saw those people, he immediately wanted to bypass them. Feng Junjia knew all those people. However, it is not a good thing to know them, and Feng Junjia does not expect them to take him out of the trap of the lost god. Because these people, like Uncle Yu Gu, are people who have long passed away in the village.

Feng Junjia thought to himself, it's strange. Why do you keep meeting people who have passed away tonight? Could it be that this place has reached the spiritual realm?

He wanted to avoid it, but when those people saw Feng Junjia, they hurriedly greeted him warmly, just like they had seen Feng Junjia before their deaths. One of the old ladies shouted, "Junjia! Junjia! Don't go! The old lady, who had passed away, shouted and ran over.

Feng Junjia was afraid that those yin qi would intrude on Xiaomi, so he hugged Xiaomi tightly, and reluctantly said perfunctorily: "Hey, hey, I didn't leave." What's the matter? You guys...... Why are you all back? "He wanted to say, you are all dead, why do you come to the village to harass the living? But it was not polite to say this, so he changed his way and asked them why they had all returned. This is more subtle, and they should be able to understand the meaning.

The old lady who passed away let out an "oh", understood what Feng Junjia meant, and then replied: "We are here to find Xiaomi, she is the reincarnation of Xiao, and she is vicious, and she will definitely bring bad luck to the people in our village." We need to take her away before she is older, so that it will not be difficult in the future. ”

Feng Junjia was shocked. Millet was held in his arms, exposed to the other's field of vision. Feng Junjia didn't know how to respond.

The old lady asked, "I wonder if you have seen millet?" ”

Feng Junjia was even more surprised, obviously Xiaomi was close in front of him, but the other party asked him if he had seen Xiaomi. Could it be that this old lady's eyes were broken after she died? He remembered that the old lady had indeed had very bad eyes when she was alive, and when he used to pass by her house, she often called her into the house and asked him to help thread the needle, but she could not see the eye of the needle herself, and could not thread the thread into the eye of the needle. But no matter how bad the eyes are, they won't come to this extent.

What's even more strange is that several other people who passed away who followed also asked: "Have you seen Xiaomi?" "Those who have passed away are not much different from when they were alive, except that their faces are paler and their clothes are brighter.

Feng Junjia guessed that the bright clothes should be the reason why he changed into a flowery shroud when he was buried. The old ladies are not quite the same as the old men, in addition to comparing the coffin with the coffin and the double golden hole, the old lady also has a very important thing is the shroud. At that time, the quality of life was not very good, and the fabrics of the shroud were actually relatively poor. In order to make up for this shortcoming, the old ladies worked the embroidery of the shroud, embroidering a lot of flowers and other images, and it seemed that the more lively the better, the more vivid the better. So later, when someone saw someone else dressed too brightly, they would say, "Look at that person's clothes like a shroud!" ”

Feng Junjia looked at the brightly colored clothes that were a little twisted, and didn't know whether to shake his head or nod. He was worried that the old ladies were just testing him to see if he would be willing to hand over the millet. If they say they haven't seen it, they may take away the millet in a brutal way; If he said he saw it, they would ask him to hand over the millet.

Maybe it's just their way of saluting before they soldiers.

The old lady, who often asked him to help thread the needle, saw that he did not answer, so she turned back to the others and said: "It seems that he has not seen it, let's go look elsewhere, we must not let Millet live in this village, and we must not let her harm our descendants!" ”

Others echoed.

Then, they left Feng Junjia and went somewhere else.

Feng Junjia looked down at Xiaomi, who was already asleep. Feng Junjia muttered in his heart, why didn't those old ladies who passed away find out that Xiaomi was in his arms? Also, why did those old ladies say that millet would harm the people in the village?

He couldn't figure it out.

He didn't have the energy to think about it so much for the time being, and he had to continue to find his way home.

After stumbling and walking for a while, he heard his mother's call.

"Junjia...... Junjia ...... Where have you been......" his mother cried.

When Feng Junjia was a child, his mother often searched for shouts in the village in the evening or later.

When he was older, he knew when it was time to go home, and his mother didn't shout like that. Hearing it again after many years, he couldn't help but feel like he had traveled back in time. His mother's voice was like a rope with traction to pull him back. When he was a child, he especially hated this kind of traction and felt that it was an invisible constraint. At this moment, he was very excited, for fear that this traction would disappear, and he hurriedly echoed loudly: "Mom...... I am here...... Mother...... I'm here ......."

After shouting, he was worried that his mother would stop calling him, so he shouted again: "Mom...... Keep calling me! Keep calling me! ”

There are times when there is a lot of affection between relatives and loved ones. His mother heard his voice, and without a trace of hesitation or concern, immediately raised her voice and shouted, "Junjia...... Come back soon...... his mother seemed to sense her son's surroundings in an instant from his voice.

The lost god can create illusions to confuse people's eyes, but they cannot deceive people's ears.

Feng Junjia gradually discerned the direction of going home from his mother's call. He was like a flat boat in the middle of the ocean, and when he was lost, a rope suddenly pulled him in the direction of the shore.

"Junjia...... Come back soon......" his mother shouted and shouted, a little anxious. Island cloth acres of technology.

At that moment, Feng Junjia suddenly understood the meaning of shouting souls. Perhaps, when the lost soul is lost and wandering outside, as long as it hears the cries of its loved ones, it can find its way and return to its body as if it was being guided.

At this point, he felt that he was no different from the soul he had lost. He will return to his home, just as the soul will return to the body.

Feng Junjia didn't care what he saw in front of him, he no longer walked according to the road under his feet, but walked according to his mother's voice, crossing the hurdle when he met the hurdle, jumping over the ditch when he met the ditch, stepping into the soft and deep paddy field when he met the paddy field, not caring if his shoes and pants were dirty and wet. He knew that those ditches, those hurdles, and those paddy fields were a barrier created by his vision, a blind way to try to get him down the wrong path. People are always easily disturbed by everything in front of them, and their eyes are the window to the world, but they are also the weakness that is most easily deceived.

The mother's voice was getting closer.

When his mother's voice seemed to be within reach, a high wall appeared in front of Feng Junjia's eyes. Above the walls are the stars in the sky. Feng Junjia looked at both ends of the wall, and the end of the wall was hidden in the night. He knew that if he walked along the wall, he would be further and further away from home. He tried to crawl over, but there was nothing to grasp when his hand reached the highest place.

So, he closed his eyes and slammed headlong into the wall.

With this collision, he crashed into his mother's body.

His mother didn't care about the pain in her body, grabbed Feng Junjia, and asked in a panic, "Son, have you encountered a lost god?" ”

Feng Junjia nodded, looked at his hand and the next door, and there were no wounds or marks left by hitting the wall, so he knew that the wall just now was fake. But the pants and shoes were already dirty and wet.

"Is Xiaomi okay?" Mother asked.

"She's fine, she seems to be asleep." Feng Junjia said.

"That's good. Go back to the house, have some hot soup and make a fire! His mother dragged him on his way home.

Feng Junjia is now steady. He looked around and saw that this was the entrance to the village. The scene in front of you is familiar. It turned out that it took so long to run and return to the entrance of the village.

The next day, he returned to the entrance of the village to look at it and found that his footprints were all on a paddy field and the surrounding ridges. It turned out that he had been walking around a paddy field with an area of less than two acres last night!

He was just a little shivering that night, but the next day he was fine and in good spirits. But Xiaomi didn't get better. When he came back after seeing the entrance of the village, Yan Yulan said to him with a sad face: "Mi has not woken up until now, was he frightened last night?" ”

Feng Junjia said uneasily: "Isn't it normal to sleep a little more today?" ”

Yan Yulan said: "I can't wake her up even if I call her." If it weren't for the breath, I would have thought ......" She swallowed back.

"You shouldn't have come back so late yesterday!" Yan Yulan's eyes were red, and tears came down.

Millet, who was lying next to her, still had her eyes closed, as if she deliberately didn't care about their conversation.