Death and life parting, like Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly.

- Ming Hu Wenhuan "Selected Group Sounds: "Casting Notes: The Huns Are Sleepy"

Purple butterflies fluttered in the air, and the young girl reached out to grab it.

The voice of a mature woman in "Yangui" came from afar.

The bells of the fishing boats, the singing of the fisherwomen, the silver shimmering water.

The Woman took off her embroidered shoes, and the cold water made her hiss.

"Yangui"

The voice came again, and the black-haired five-year-old girl was walking by the river overgrown with copper coin grass with a lotus-shaped soul lamp......

"Yangui"

The voice became anxious, but the girl still walked on her own. The Girl seems to have spotted the girl as well.

She pinned the shredded hair from her ear behind her ear and looked at the girl.

"Who are you?"

"I ...... It's Yangui"

"Yan Gui!"

Bell----~

The soul lamp went out violently, and the appearance of the Huansha girl also dissipated.

There is chaos, and in the chaos there is only a trace of clarity. A butterfly~

yes, yes, yes, turn into a butterfly.

The soul lamp fell to the ground, and the girl turned into a butterfly and flew to a place where there was a gap, and there was a bell sound from the gap.

"Yan Gui, Yan Gui" The woman shouted eagerly, "How is it?"

The girl named Yangui held her forehead, got up from the bed, looked at the anxious woman, and said, "I'm fine, mother"

The woman who was called her mother breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's fine."

The childish voice of "Mother" came from the garden outside the house, and the woman who was called Mother walked to the window and looked at the girl in the garden, and said softly, "What's the matter, Aoi Wen"

"Mother, look. Snake"

Aoi Bun grabbed a green snake in his hand and shouted "Mother, snake"

Yan Gui also walked down from the bed and looked at the girl outside, "Kwai Wen, have you done your homework today?" Still playing here"

The girl who was called Aoi Wen puffed out her cheeks, and the sun shone warmly on Aoi Wen's face.

"Sister!"

Time flies, and both sisters have grown up.

Yan Gui pushed the book on the table and leaned the brush against the notch on the inkstone.

Take a paper bag from under the table and open it. A fragrance wafted in, Yan Gui swallowed his saliva, opened his mouth and prepared to take a bite.

"Du Tan Yangui"

The man's voice came, Yan Gui put down the paper bag in his hand and looked at the man in front of him, and said, "Teacher, I'm hungry"

"Hungry?" The man said, "Didn't you just finish eating?"

"Oh, what about the human body," Yan Gui said.

The man sighed and said, "Eat."

Yan Gui said excitedly, "Thank you, teacher"

Then, she opened the paper bag, the golden shortbread, the crispy crust.

Take a bite and the tender crust has the aroma of chives.........

The man looked out the window at the pool, and on top of it was a bamboo stick, and the bamboo stick was dripping.

Endless......

Yan Guiyi is eighteen in the blink of an eye, and Kwai Wen is also fifteen.

Speaking of which, I have to mention Nanshan.

Located in the southern part of the world, Nanshan is famous for its art of drawing souls from dreams.

Speaking of wishing dreams, it is a spell practiced by Yan Gui. Fall asleep with butterflies to eliminate memories, obsessions with people or things.

The soul-seeker, the soul-luring person, and the soul-being person are separated on both sides of the Nanshan altar. The soul inducer will recite the incantation, and at that time, the soul inducer will endure endless suffering.

It is completed when half of the soul of the soul is separated and enters the body of the soul recipient.

The price of Soul Channeling is that the Soul Giver will never remember you. When hell freezes over...