Chapter 5

The black-clothed priest did not refuse the other party's kindness, reached out and took the cup, and drank the water inside.

"I'm worried about you, I'm fine, you can go back first. "The black-clothed priest lost the gloomy madness of the day, and unexpectedly had a little kindness from his beloved.

"Wait. The black-clothed priest seemed to remember something, and spoke out to stop Shaohua from leaving.

"What's the matter?" Retracting the kick from the door, Shaohua returned to the black-clothed priest's window and sat down against the edge of the bed. A pair of agile eyes looked at the black-clothed priest.

"Can you tell me about that dream of yours? It is a prophecy that I will be the dream of your future husband. The black-clothed priest's words were carefully listened to, and there was a kind of anticipation that he tried to hide.

The dream of prophecy?Yuki, who was observing the two of them in the dark, couldn't help but be a little curious. It seems that this dream is the reason why the girl will return to this place.

The image in his mind was of the black-clad priest stabbing him to death. What kind of dreams does a girl have?

The location of a person's birthmark is a sign of the wound that was sent to the door of death in the previous life. The recurrence of unexplained objects in dreams is often the link of the previous life.

So what kind of bond and regret will there be between this woman and the black-clothed priest, which is worth remembering in the next life?

"Perhaps, this is my home in my last life, or perhaps one of the longest prisons that have imprisoned me for the longest time. The girl looked around, and there was deep confusion and fear in her eyes. Seeing this, the black-clothed priest reached out and grabbed his trembling hand, his expression a little pale.

He had never seen a girl take half a step out of the Shaohua Temple, and he had never seen a girl take the initiative to communicate with the villagers outside, listening to the prayers between the names of the village and having her brother explain on the side.

It feels like watching the girl and preventing the girl from leaving for no reason.

"For as long as I can remember, I have been a helpless orphan. All that's left is the dream that haunts me day and night, and I think that if I find the vision in my dream one day, and find the person who has been waiting for me in my dream, it will prove that I am not a rootless duckweed. At this point, there was a look of hope in the girl's expression. Hearing this, a soft look appeared on the face of the black-clothed priest.

Even if you don't come, I'll look for you. Every time he is reincarnated, he can always find the girl at the end of the year to complete the sacrifice.

"The furnishings here are no different from those seen in dreams, where there are vaguely warm red candles, soft gauze tents, and us in bright red wedding dresses. ”

The dream described by the girl is a part of the memory in her mind, and it is a very vague fragment, otherwise it is impossible to mistake the bloody clothes for the happy clothes.

Yuki couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this, the original terrifying and poignant impression before death turned into a happy herald of peace and joy under the girl's narration. How weird and ridiculous!

Judging from the girl's erroneous memories, the probability that she is the nucleus of this enchantment has dropped a few points. This hidden core in the depths makes Yuki feel very tricky. If this delay continues, Chu Yao and their side don't know what kind of variables will appear.

The boy didn't know that this barrier was completely started because of him and opened for him, and the other two were just passers-by who were unfortunately implicated by him.

The girl's fingers slid down her long hair and stopped at her abdomen. At the age of fourteen, her hair grew to her ankles.

Gently tugging at the strand of hair, the girl continued to recall, this vague dream was a clue to her roots, and she had thought about it countless times in her mind, and it was naturally impossible to deviate.

"The door is like every pair of newcomers. You cut my long hair, which symbolizes lovesickness. The girl looked at the black-clothed priest, and an expression like that of a girl appeared on her originally almost ruthless holy face, infatuated and in love.

According to the custom of Shaohua Village, long hair is a symbol of acacia, and a woman cannot cut her hair until she meets someone who is willing to promise her this lovesickness. When a woman gives her long hair to a man, she means that she has found the person she agreed to live with in her previous life.

Shaohua didn't look at the black-clothed priest, and the expression on his face returned to his original holy appearance, "Maybe my life was born for that man named Biluo." ”

The moment these words came out, the fingers that were holding each other parted, and the black-clothed priest turned cold and dark again.

"Spring cold. A deep voice echoed through the empty house. The eyeless boy walked out of the corner silently, a ghostly figure, without the slightest breath of life.

"The night is more dewy, the girl really shouldn't come out casually, let the servant send you back. The cold hand attached to the girl's cold face, and the rare considerate tone of the black-clothed priest made the boy who was lying on the ground startled and uneasy. Years of experience had taught him how much gnashing anger lurked beneath such a suppressed and disguised tone.

"En" The girl who didn't notice the dangerous aura on the black-clothed priest nodded obediently, got up, and left with the spring cold.

"Huh. The black-clothed priest grabbed the quilt tightly and bit it with his teeth, trying not to make a sound. You can still feel his cyan face and trembling body from his fury that even the beast will be deterred.

He had a hunch that there seemed to be a great misunderstanding between the two, and that the owner of the wrong name, Biluo, was probably the cause of the misunderstanding.

This observation made him pay more attention to the name Biluo. He could be sure that Biluo was not the name of the black-clothed priest, who could make people indistinguishable faces, and the two were mostly blood relatives who were very close to each other.

But if it is a father, the current age of the girl is not very old, and it is impossible to experience the youth of the two generations of father and son at such a young age. Then the likelihood of misidentification is relatively low. Brothers of the same generation are more likely.

"Are you back?, is the box open?" Yuki said. Originally, a man wearing a black robe and a hat covering half of his face appeared in the room of the New Moon and Night.

The black-robed man took off his clothes, and a joyless face reflected the moonlight, adding three points of solitude and two points of coldness. Who is it if it's not a new moon?

On the first day, when Yuki saw the outfit of the servant here, he made an identical outfit. No matter what is hidden under the coat and hat, such an outfit is nothing more than the best opportunity to sneak in.

"Yes. How do you know it's me and no one else. New Moon asked. He could detect it at all, and when he saw the light flashing in Yuki's eyes, he was a little embarrassed.

"Don't be afraid. He didn't know if this eldest young master would be as fragile as Chaoyang's weakness

Shuoyue snorted coldly: "Don't underestimate me, if you dare to say it, I will dare to listen." ”

"There is only one person whose soul is still in the body. "It seems that he still has to be honest.

"Because of the image produced by the hallucination, you can still see the soul?" said Shuoyue frowned.

"Before I got here, I said it was a plane-time barrier. See this in detail in Book I, Chapter 28. Yuki reminded the new moon, "We have been transported to another past or future that really existed. ”