Walking on the road, Sanwang thought of what his master Hu Zishuo once said: "Stay away from him." ”

This man named Gao Zhengnan, originally she couldn't see his past life and future. Now because of the black tulip, they have the same golden light power to spell each other, and perhaps because of this, she can see his past little by little.

In 498, she had seen the past and present lives of many people, and she had long lost her curiosity about the stories of these human beings, but the past life presented by Gao Zhengnan inexplicably made her resist, and even a little afraid. Maybe Beard Shuo was right, stay away from him.

The black cat meowed softly in her arms and jumped from her arms to the ground. She stopped and found that there was an extra note in her hand, and when she opened it, she was not unfamiliar with it, the picture she had seen on Gao Zhengnan's mobile phone was just a drop of blood on it that was disturbing. She suddenly looked at the black cat and said, "You stole this from Gao Zhengnan?"

The black cat didn't answer, and leaned over to Phineas. She didn't blame much, in her world, the rules of human beings are just the rules of the game, they are not human, and naturally they care too much. Her right hand began to burn slightly, looking at the paper in her hand, there was black silk spreading around the drop of blood, she frowned, put away the note, picked up the black cat and walked into a store next to her, at the moment when the door was opened, a person, a dog and a cat had returned to the flower shop with mana. Sanwang raised his right hand slightly, the yellow candle lit, the flower shop disappeared, and the huge living room reappeared, and the surrounding silence was so quiet that the light of the yellow candle gradually spread. Sanwang moved his body slightly, his hair was tied up, he was dressed in black clothes and black pants, this was the professional attire of a soul collector, the first time he saw her so solemn, the black cat couldn't help but straighten his body, and stood on the other side of Sanwang like Feige. Sanwang waved his right palm, and the white folding fan flew out of the small cubicle that was supposed to be a drawer and had become a storage compartment here, and stood in the center of the table in front of Sanwang.

Sanwang closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, his right hand flipped around his chest, and his mouth silently read carefree, the white folding fan slowly opened, and only half of the small period was left. The light of the night slowly enveloped the white folding fan, and the azure circle of light emitted a human voice: "What did I do wrong, why did you send me to hell?"

Sanwang's eyes slowly opened and said, "Who asked you to come?"

"Myself. The spirit in the white folding fan replied.

"From Xingdusi to here, you have to pass through the realm of thousands of soul collectors! Three forgets said word by word.

"I didn't lie to you. The white folding fan shook a little.

Sanwang took out the paper and spread it out on the table, the black silk around the blood stain became more and more intense, and the white folding fan shook obviously, bumping around, trying to break through the blue aperture. Sanwang secretly exerted his right hand, and the color of the dark night light gradually darkened. The black cat was terrified at the sidelines, and its four calves almost went limp. This time, Fei Ge did not move his body to comfort it, but watched Sanwang's movements without blinking, and his body did not move at all.

"Why are you around the Twins?" asked Sanwang sharply.

"They say...... That flower can give the soul divine powers. The voice inside the white folding fan sounded choppy, and the power of the dark light could not be underestimated.

"Who said that?" said Sanwang's voice with anger.

"That's what the evil spirits of hell say," ...... suddenly the white folding fan fell on the table.

Sanwang clenched his right hand and put away the light of the night, and the ink spots on the white folding fan were scattered and shapeless. She stroked the fan with her left hand, and the soul had already fallen into her left hand.

"Are you from Hell?" asked Sango, suspicious.

"I was wandering in the world, in the middle of the night in July last year, the door of the world was wide open, a fierce spirit devoured me, and I was sent to hell with the evil spirit by the soul collector, I was tortured in hell, a few days ago the evil spirit suddenly asked me if I want to see the children again, although I was afraid of him, but I still miss my children, so I said yes. They told me that one night the twins would bloom, and that if I got the blooming twins, I would have divine powers and be able to see my children. The woman's soul was illuminated by the golden light of her left hand, and she spoke steadily.

"Do you believe such nonsense?" San Forget couldn't help but sigh: "The golden light of the twin flowers can make the soul survive the calamity, but how can it be so easy to pass through the outer layer of the dark night light, I am afraid that you little ghosts will be burned to ashes by the dark night light before they see the golden light." ”

"No way, everyone says that the twins have great powers. The spirit was still convinced that its wait was worth it.

"This twin flower has already recognized its owner, and even if others get it, there is no way to get its use. Sanwang remembered that Gao Zhengnan's blood bead was sucked into the petals by the black tulip, this world is often like this, everything has already been arranged by God. She continued, "How did you get out of hell?"

The soul paused, and when he saw that Sanwang was about to move himself into his right hand, he hurriedly said, "It's that fierce spirit." ”

"Fierce spirit?" San asked puzzledly, "There should be a name!"

"In hell, everyone calls him - the fierce master. The soul's voice shuddered.

Sanfu laughed unconsciously: "The fierce spirit is the fierce master, isn't that a good person a good master?"

She looked grim and continued to ask, "Why were you so impatient in the flower shop just now?"

After a sigh from the soul, there was no sound.

Fei Ge barked wildly on the side, his soul trembled, and his voice said with a mournful cry: "Since the twin flowers can't be used by me, what's the difference between saying it and not saying it?"

Sanwang asked strangely, "Could it be that Gao Zhengnan has something to do with you?"

"Nope. The soul revealed a voice of decadence: "Sixteen years ago, he was still a child, how could it be related to me." It's just the blood on this piece of paper......" Speaking of this, his voice gradually became a whimper: "This is my child's blood, how can I not be in a hurry?"

Suspecting her of lying, Sanwang placed her soul on the blood droplets of the paper, and the black silk surrounding the blood droplets was indeed collected by the soul. The soul shrouded in golden light did not go crazy or tremble, which proved that there was indeed a blood relationship between the two.

"How could your child's blood be on Gao Zhengnan's piece of paper?" said San Forgetful.

"I don't dare to hope that you can help me find the child, I can only hope for the twins, now that there is no hope, I am trapped in the talisman again, and sixteen years of hard work are all in vain!" said the soul leisurely.

"You should have given up on the past sixteen years ago and entered reincarnation, but now you have been tempted by hell, you have attachment in your heart, and your soul has turned gray, it really shouldn't be like this, the wheel of fate will give you more twists and turns in the next life, why bother?" said Sanwang pityingly.

"If I don't have any attachment in this life, I have nothing to do in the next life. If I can't see my children again in this life, what is the point of a smooth afterlife for me?" The soul's voice suddenly became excited: "You are not a human being, you do not understand human suffering, for you soul collectors, the seven emotions and six desires of human beings are all attachments. But for people, without these attachments, what is the difference between living and dying?"

Sanwang's heart fluttered, what is the difference between living and dying, in the past 498 years, her unwavering can still be annotated like this. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she silently recited carefree.

"I'll help you find your child. Sanwang said.

Fei Ge turned his head to look at her, and the black cat meowed softly.

The truth in the glass bottle was poured into the black glazed porcelain plate, and it rained heavily in the real world. Gao Zhengnan stood at the door of the supermarket and looked at the heavy rain without warning, and heard the two aunts who were shopping for vegetables next to him sigh: "The current weather forecast is really not accurate, and I didn't bring an umbrella when I went out." Another said in a kind of voice: "You have to keep a small umbrella in your bag every day to shade the sun on sunny days and protect against the rain on rainy days." Gao Zhengnan suddenly remembered the black umbrella of Sanwang, it should be very inconvenient to hold such a big umbrella! He looked up at the rain curtain that couldn't stop, and his eyes seemed to want to see through the layers of bead curtains to see the side of the subway.

Sixteen years is enough time to dilute all the breath and connection, and the connection of a drop of blood has narrowed the distance of time. The small black glazed porcelain plate is like a projector, pulling out the fog of the world, and a man is lying on a narrow hospital bed, his eyes closed as if he is sleeping. He wears a soft blue strap on his wrist that connects to the instrument next to him.

The golden light of Sanwang's left hand warmed the soul, and it finally turned into a human form, and the woman stared nervously at the porcelain plate, trying to carefully identify the child in her memory sixteen years ago. Suddenly, she saw the scar on the child's eyebrows in her memory: "Yangyang." She blurted out, and the man on the bed frowned, as if he vaguely heard his mother's call in his dream.

"Yangyang, my child!" cried the woman.

The man's eyes were closed, his breathing was rapid, and his lips were wide open, as if he wanted to shout something. The apparatus began to flash red, the door to the room opened, and a white coat ran in. The water in the porcelain plate slowly steamed up, and gradually turned into heat and became invisible.

The rain stopped.

The woman's face showed no tenderness and relief: "He is alive, and my child is still alive." ”

Sanwang looked at her and said, "You don't know he's still alive?"

The woman raised her face: "I thought they were going to kill us together." She propped her hands on the table and smirked, "They actually let him live." ”

"Then what are you looking for in the world? is it the soul, is it the soul of your child?" asked Sanwang in surprise.

"I never dared to expect them to be alive. There was a smile on the woman's face: "But Yangyang is alive." My Yang Yang is still alive in the world. ”

"You are so crazy, you have been in the world for sixteen years, and you are actually looking for wandering souls? How many persistent souls do you think can wander in the world?" said Sanwang.

The woman said calmly: "There are many unresolved knots in the world, there will be many souls who have no way back, and it is impossible for soul collectors to take all the souls. What you see is one of me, souls that have not yet entered samsara, they are everywhere, hiding where you can't see them. She retracted her gaze and said gratefully, "Thank you for letting me see my yangyang, I don't want anything more now." You can go!"

Sanfu looked at her: "You don't blame the person who killed you?"

The woman's gaze fell on the black-glazed porcelain plate, as if her son's face was still there.

"They...... They at least kept Yangyang alive. Her eyes were filled with relief.

"But they took your life!" said Sango, puzzled.

The woman's eyes fell on Sanwang's face: "They let my son live!"

Sanwang shook his head, unable to understand the love and hate of human beings.

She looked at the piece of paper on the table, and the black threads on the blood stains had disappeared.

"Your child's name is Yangyang?" she asked, folding the paper.

"Well, one is called Yangyang, and the other is called Xiaofen. The woman replied.

"What about the other child?" Sanfu looked at her.

The woman bowed her head: "I don't dare to think about it." ”

Sanwang didn't speak, held the piece of paper in his hand and handed it to the black cat: "It's better for you to return it to him yourself!"

The black cat took a step back, not daring to look at her.

Sanwang slapped his hand on it, and the piece of paper was already under the black cat's paw. The black cat meows in protest to no avail.

Sanwang opened the white folding fan on the table and said to the woman, "You go back to the talisman! The other child is called Xiaofen, right?"

The woman looked up at her in astonishment, as if she could not believe her ears, and her lips trembled and she could not speak.

There was a light smoke, and the soul returned to the folding fan, and the white paper showed a dim yellow, like the color of the sunset. This is probably my mother's persistence!