Gu Xu ignored him.

Although the Empty Gensan is the creator of the Snow Maiden, this does not mean that he has enough knowledge of the Snow Maiden's mind.

And the connection between the gods and souls constructed by the Thrilling Pen is mutual.

The Snow Girl can share her senses with Gu Xu through the Thrilling Pen, and Gu Xu can also use this to sense her mood swings and share her joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

At this moment, Gu Xu clearly felt that the Snow Maiden's mind was not completely swallowed by instinct.

She still has the last shred of humanity, like an island standing in the middle of a tsunami, even if the waves around her are turbulent, she still stands stubborn.

"I'll help you." Gu Xu said silently in his heart.

He practiced the "Eclipse", the technique of soul attack, and also comprehended the more powerful and mysterious "Star Wall" from it.

He knew that the Divine Soul Spell could not only be used for killing attacks, but could also be used to save people under special circumstances.

For example, when he was in Luojing City, he used the "Star Wall" to fight against the "Heart Gu" manipulated by the ghost servants of the Ghost King of Bishan Mountain, and saved Shangguan Jian from the abyss of negative emotions.

Perhaps today, he can also use the same method to help Snow Maiden regain her humanity.

So he took a deep breath, and through the connection of the pen, he let a wisp of his divine thoughts quietly burrow into the world of consciousness of the Snow Girl.

His eyes also unconsciously turned into a deep indigo blue, like a vast starry sky.

…………

The world of consciousness.

A girl in a plain white dress was lying by the window, her pale face was attached to the carved window lattice, looking out of the window with wind and rain, lightning and thunder, and unconsciously shivering.

The mother's coffin was placed in a mourning hall not far away.

There were incense sticks in the copper furnaces, candles and offerings on the tables, and white soul-attracting flags fluttering in the wind.

But very few people went to the mourning hall to pay respects.

Ever since her mother's death, the girl has always felt that everyone in this house has become a monster in human skin. They have a false appearance, a cruel mind, and an indifferent soul.

She had an inexplicable premonition that on the day of her mother's funeral, these people would show their true colors, skin her, drink her blood, and turn her into a feast for guests, to be eaten alive.

This premonition was so strong that it often made her feel like she was crazy.

She didn't know how long it had been before she heard a knock on the door behind her.

Before she could respond, someone outside the house pushed the door open.

"Miss, your supper!"

The people who came were two maids who brought her food.

The two maids wore the same plain and white dresses as her, had the same faces and appearances, and even heard her voices speak exactly the same as hers.

But the girls felt that their facial features were stiff and lifeless, as if they were drawn with pen and ink, like paper piercing people at a funeral.

Then the girl looked down at the food they were serving.

During the mourning period, she undoubtedly had to eat every day.

But at this time, in her eyes, the coarse tea in the cup was viscous blood, and the light rice on the plate was the stenching bones.

She suddenly felt nauseous, waved her hand again and again, and said, "No need, I'm not hungry." ”

The two maids, however, did not seem to hear her at all.

They stepped forward, one holding her head with both hands, and the other holding "tea" to pour into her mouth.

The girl's heart was terrified.

She struggled, gritting her teeth, trying to break free from the maids.

Her intuition told her that as long as she drank this "tea", she would no longer be herself, and everything would be doomed.

But the strength of the maids was too great. Even if she tried her best, she couldn't stop them.

But at this time, something happened.

Suddenly black smoke rose from the maids' bodies, and then a raging fire burned.

The golden-red flames were bright and brilliant.

In this dim and hazy rainy night, it is undoubtedly a gorgeous and dazzling scenery.

Soon, the maids were burned to ashes. They use bamboo strips as bones and colored paper as skins, exuding a choking smell of smoke.

It's really a sacrificial paper figure!

The girl sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, and saw a tall and handsome young man walking straight towards her with the black ash on the ground.

He was dressed in a plain green shirt with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

The bright light of the fire gilded him with a brilliant gold edge.

It looked like his whole body was glowing.

"Miss Lu, you're safe now," the young man held out a hand to her, "Why don't you go out for a walk with me?" ”

Miss Lu?

Is this my identity?

The girl's heart was in a trance, and she vaguely remembered something.

"It's raining too hard outside," she shook her head after a moment's silence, "you'll get wet when you go out." ”

Of course, the rain is just an excuse.

Outside this room, there were many, many things that were more terrible than the rain.

"And what if I let it stop?" The young man smiled.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of wind, rain, and thunder outside the house all stopped abruptly. There was silence in the room.

The girl looked out of the window in amazement, and saw that the heavy clouds in the sky had quietly dispersed, revealing a clear, starry night sky.

"This ......"

"This is my spell, 'Star Wall,'" the boy introduced, "and you can consider this starry sky my domain. Under its shroud, no one can hurt you. ”

The girl stared at the starry sky in a daze and was silent for a long time.

"It's beautiful." She said with heartfelt emotion.

"Shall we go out for a walk, then?"

"Hmm."

The girl nodded, and placed her white, cold hand in his palm.

The two walked outside the house hand in hand, the air outside was bitterly cold, but the girl did not feel the cold at all. In her perception, there seemed to be a warm current pouring into her body from the young man's palm, making her feel like a spring breeze.

They were in a mansion with no edge in sight.

Dilapidated houses, bleak walls, gray sedges, white dead trees...... The result is a bleak and dilapidated picture.

"I ...... What should I call you? The girl hesitated for a moment, then turned to the young man beside her and asked.

"My name is 'Gu Xu'," the young man replied with a smile, "My study is called 'Changsheng Zhai', you can call me 'Changsheng Gongzi'." ”

"Childe?" The girl called cautiously.

The title sounded so familiar to her, as if she had called it many times before.

"Huh." The boy responded happily.

"That'...... So who am I? The girl thought for a while, and then continued to ask, "I just heard you call me 'Miss Lu'......"

"Your name is 'Lu Shiyao', you are the young lady of the Lu family, the first beauty in Qingzhou, a talented woman with amazing talents, and the selected owner of the famous 'Jinghong Pen' in the Great Wilderness."

(End of chapter)