The two hundred and forty-fifth game, Chat, has finally begun.

Mu Ziyun thought about many questions before, he was eager to know everything about Xiao Hui'er, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to talk about it. Thorny Little Hui'er is very interested, she talks about life, and even the private things of the girl's family are generously told, as young as four or five years old, as old as fifteen or sixteen years old, the more she talks, the more interesting she becomes, where can I listen to it.

In the process of listening, Mu Ziyun has discovered the problem, that is, the various stories of different ages told by Thorn Le Xiao Huier are not from the same person, according to what she said, she drank ice plum water for a long time in the summer, but in a blink of an eye, there was no ice plum water in that place, but Thorn Le Xiao Hui'er is not lying, Mu Ziyun is used to it, he believes that Thorn Le Xiao Huier is not acting, it is all true feelings, and he reconfirmed that Thorn Le Xiao Hui'er is in the body, There should be at least four, if not more, souls.

Listening to the story of the ghost country told by the old dryad, he couldn't erase the figure of those poor women in his heart from time to time, where is this ghost country a perfect country, for these women, this is just a prison cell that endlessly repeats the pain of life, the souls outside the cell, no matter how slim their wishes can be fulfilled one by one, but they, wait for hundreds of thousands of years, millions of years, but still can't complete their almost unfulfilled wishes, the joy of the ghost country is more like a ridicule for them, The slightest resentment of the soul of that young girl for millions of years, why should these poor women be tormented so much?

Mu Ziyun remembered what the old dryad had said, these elected lords of the ghost country were all miserable people who had suffered extreme torture or extreme pain to save money. He turned his head to look at the thorny little Hui'er who was talking happily and happily, he really couldn't think of what kind of pain this girl suffered in her life, why she had different souls in her body, why she had the desire to play all the games in the world, isn't this wish easy to achieve, whether it is persecution or temptation, as long as a dead soul plays with her, won't it be realized?

There were too many questions locked in his heart, Mu Ziyun wanted to speak and stopped, and Xiao Hui'er finally stopped, blinked at Mu Ziyun and said, "It's your turn, you tell your story, always I will tell it, and you can also talk." ”

"I..." Mu Ziyun stared at the side and smiled lightly, okay, start with his own story, and slowly make the two more familiar, Mu Ziyun said: "I was born in a small village in Huzhou - Tai'er Village....." He told his past before and after entering Qingshan Peak, and also talked about the experience of going to sea, when he talked about Wanmin, his eyes were gloomy, and when he said the bell, his eyes were affectionate, but everything seemed to be a thing of the past, and the things in the yang world had been completely let go by him, at this time, He is more like a bystander talking briefly about his life.

Thorn Le Xiao Hui'er's curiosity surged up, she interjected, often Mu Ziyun finished speaking, she hurriedly asked a question, but sometimes she herself overturned her previous question and asked another question, Mu Ziyun patiently explained to her, how to be a martial artist, how to be a point, and in the end, he had to tell Thorn Le Xiao Hui'er about the details of his life, and also answered countless questions.

"Alright, alright, my story is almost done, it's your turn." Mu Ziyun has been talking for a long time, and from the perspective of the yang world, a few months have passed, and some of the past events he even told his actions, words and expressions vividly, of course he remembered it very clearly, because he had experienced his life too many times in the fantasy world.

Thorn Le Xiaohui'er nodded and replied, "What do you want to know?" I have so many stories. ”

"Little Hui'er... I... I..."Mu Ziyun stammered and couldn't open his mouth, and was urged by Xiao Hui'er a few times, but he still asked, "Xiao Hui'er, can you tell me that you are... How did you die? ”

For the first time, Joy Grace's face froze, and she didn't resist answering the question, because it was a chatting game that didn't talk about anything, but the terrifying memories that gradually became clear made fear permeate her mind again.

Thorn Le Xiaohui'er looked very timid like a child, and Mu Ziyun could only wait silently.

"He... He tore my clothes," Xiao Hui'er finally spoke, "and then I saw a white light burrow into my stomach, and he pulled the white light out, and I realized that it was a knife, it was Daddy's knife, and that person was also Daddy. ”

"You" Mu Ziyun said in surprise: "Was your father who killed you?" ”

"No," Xiao Hui'er spoke again, "It was a cup of poisoned wine, and my mother took pity on me and didn't want me to suffer, so she secretly gave me a cup of poisoned wine and let me drink it, and I died like this." ”

"Did your mother kill you?"

"No, no" Xiao Hui'er's soul in her body was trembling, and she said: "There are so many arrows, like rain, they are coming, I'm so afraid!" I opened the umbrella, it was a gift from Brother Ye, and I believed that it would protect me like Brother Ye. ”

Mu Ziyun hugged Xiao Hui'er's shoulder, Xiao Hui'er's body trembled very much, and an umbrella was stretched out above their heads, it was the paper umbrella that often appeared in Xiao Hui'er's hands, the umbrella surface was pink, the inside of the umbrella was white, and it was engraved with colorful patterns.

"Don't be afraid," Mu Ziyun said softly, "What else?" What else do you remember? Who hurt you, who is it? ”

"There are so many people.." Thorny Little Hui'er lost her mind and said: "There is an elder brother, a younger brother, a father, a grandfather... They're all here, uncles, aunts..."

"Why did they kill you?"

"Because I'm disobedient, I want to play games" The frosty face of Little Hui'er appeared rosy again, and her eyes became moist, her voice became choked, and she suddenly cried like a child of a few years old: "I was wrong, I was so scared." Suddenly, like a teenage girl, she cried rebelliously and emotionally: "I just want to play games, like all the girls out there, what's wrong with me, what's wrong with us, they are also women, won't they understand our wishes?" ”

The more she spoke, the more anxious she became, many details of her life were expressed by her ignorance, she regarded Mu Ziyun as the person she met before her death, she made a boo movement, and looked around cautiously like a thief, she leaned closer, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Ke'er, you just hide here, my sister goes and lure them away, you must not come out, they will not let us go." It seems that one of the souls in Xiaohui'er's body was once a little girl who was a sister, but her voice was already trembling.

After a while, Xiao Hui'er grabbed Mu Ziyun's hand tightly again, and kept asking nervously: "Qingqing, they won't really kill us, we.... Don't you just want to be free? Why kill us, my father will kill me too, I'm so scared. ”

Xiao Hui'er said a lot of words, and Mu Ziyun was a little messy, because in this continuous memory, Xiao Hui'er told the "past" of the moment before her death from the perspective of no less than forty girls, from this point of view, Xiao Hui'er's body lives with at least forty souls, which is hard to believe.

From Xiao Hui'er's intermittent and deranged final words, Mu Ziyun speculated that there was a group of girls aged four or five to sixteen or seventeen, who were executed by wicked people for some reason, and were ruthlessly killed by various methods, and among these wicked people, there were actually the closest relatives of the girls, and the games and freedom in their mouths, Mu Ziyun thought that there might have been a law for girls, which seriously imprisoned the behavior of girls, making them tired of resisting, but many of the girls don't seem to have done anything too bad, but they still can't escape the end of being executed.

The rain of arrows that fell from the sky was mentioned in the stories of many girls' souls, and Mu Ziyun deduced that they were eventually gathered into a heap, and the wicked people shot a rain of arrows to make the final disposition of the girls who were alive or had become corpses.

So the question is, who is Little Hui'er? Mu Ziyun had the heart to ask the names of different girls when their souls were told, but none of them were Thorny Little Hui'er, indicating that Xiao Hui'er may not be one of these girls, it may be that after these girls were killed, the resentment was too deep, and it happened that Thorny Little Hui'er passed there, or Thorny Little Hui'er was standing among the wicked, but she was a friend of all the girls, so the souls of those poor girls gave up the opportunity to enter the underworld and entered Xiao Hui'er's body instead, so that when Xiao Hui'er died, His dead soul fused too many poor souls, so his resentment was very deep, so he was found by the "Luo" soul and made him the next lord of the ghost country.

Mu Ziyun couldn't think of too many possibilities, but this one could at least explain the origin of Thorn Le Xiao Hui'er, and Mu Ziyun asked Thorn Le Xiao Hui'er: "Then tell me, who is Thorn Le Xiao Hui'er?" Mu Ziyun guessed that Xiao Hui'er might be a villain, and he could be regarded as an accomplice to the murder of the girls, and the souls of the girls entered Xiao Hui'er's body together, and completely strangled her ontological mind, making her lose her self-meaning, or Xiao Hui'er was originally pure and flawless, because the resentment of the absorbed soul was too deep, and her own soul was digested.

Although it is all speculation, Mu Ziyun can only do this, Xiao Hui'er's memory is very confused, and she has fallen into a state of collapse at the moment of death in her memories, Mu Ziyun has been holding her shoulders tightly to ease her emotions.