Dark clouds roll down the rain and fog is filled, looking around the Yuque City and the surrounding peaks; like fog and rain, like rain and fog in the sky of light rain and falling with the wind, the wisps linger continuously.

But there is no freshness between the heaven and the earth, only gloom and sadness.

In front of everyone's eyes, this slap was crisp and loud, and it was particularly piercing in the slowly weakening sound of wind and rain. When Ying Ying's hand fell, Xiao Shizhu's left cheek already had five more red finger marks, making his cheeks, which were constantly slapped by the cold rain, suddenly feel hot.

The ghost mother didn't pull Ying Ying, nor did she comfort Xiao Shizhu, she knew that Ying Ying needed to vent at this time, and she also knew that her husband was a ghost who did big things, and this slap would never be counted.

And Xiao Shizhu hurriedly raised his hand, stopped the guards who rushed up to arrest Yingying, looked directly at Yingying with a disappointed face, and sincerely apologized again: "I'm sorry!"

Ying Ying didn't speak, just silently wept and then glared at Xiao Shizhu. There was no resentment in his eyes, but there was no hatred, and there was a faint disappointment, which made Xiao Shizhu feel a heart-wrenching pain every time he glanced at it.

Even if Yingying's eyes were full of hatred, it was much more comfortable than this disappointment and resentful gaze.

And in Xiao Shizhu's eyes, only self-blame and guilt sprung up.

After the two ghosts looked at each other like this for a long time, Ying Ying said weakly: "Carry back to Su Tianju." After that, there was no more to say.

Xiao Shizhu nodded, and silently carried the chariot towards the city.

Those people gave way one after another, and when the chariot passed in front of them, they all stood straight behind the chariot, bent down and bowed deeply to the small thoughts on the chariot.

The moment she saw Xiao Shizhu and Bu Yuan enter the city gate, Ying Ying's eyes turned black for a while, and her body collapsed to the ground......

Xiao Shizhu has been lying in the Juexiang Garden of Yuque Palace for three days. In the past three days, in addition to eating and going to the toilet, he has been lying on the big bed made of jade, looking at the curtain on the top of the bed in a daze.

For three whole days, he did not inquire about the defense situation in the north and the war in the south, nor did he go to meet the black and white impermanence of Toucheng, let alone personally interrogate the green pearls and pothos who had been detained and tortured in the secret prison and were already dying.

He put out a big word on the bed, lying quietly.

Dahua, who had been sent back by the Wu Xiaoshen soldiers with the supply ship, was also lying on the ground next to the bed, as if affected by the master's emotions, and his face was full of listlessness at this time.

After noon, the ghost mother who went down to the court walked in, signaled the palace people who were waiting on the side to step back, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Xiao Shizhu, who was still hanging with self-blame between her eyebrows, sighed softly and whispered: "Today is the day of Xiao Si's burial, are you going?"

In the past few days, she has seen her husband's decadence in her eyes and is anxious, she wants to comfort Xiao Shizhu, who seems to have lost her soul, but the other party doesn't want to talk to her, and always closes her lips and is silent.

Now Xiao Shizhu still didn't talk, but continued to stare at the curtain in a daze.

"Am I really the Son of God?" it wasn't until the Ghost Mother waited for a moment that he slowly replied.

"Of course you are. The ghost mother who didn't know the reason was overjoyed, and answered without hesitation, happy that Xiao Shizhu finally spoke, but there was still a trace of confusion in her eyes, just because she didn't know why Xiao Shizhu suddenly asked.

"Hehe, is it?" Xiao Shizhu smiled bitterly, and said hoarsely in a weak tone: "But I can't even save a child, is I worthy of being a son of God?" She is only twelve, not a single adult, and she has not seen the little female ghost in this world of flowers. ”。 As he spoke, the self-blame hanging on his eyebrows became a little heavier.

Xiao Shizhu, who has killed countless ghosts and experienced countless lives and deaths, tried his best to suppress his feelings, but he was helpless. The self-blame in his chest turned into infinite sadness, which made him breathless.

Xiao Si barely talked to him, this child was very much like Yingying who raised her, and she didn't talk much after meeting unfamiliar ghosts on weekdays. But it is such a little female ghost who can't talk about friendship at all, but she gave her life to save Xiao Shizhu at a critical time, which is the source of his self-blame.

And this kind of self-blame has gone deep into his bone marrow.

"yes, what a good boy. The ghost mother also sighed after a little thought, paused and said, "But she saved you, that is, let you complete the mission of the Son of God." It's better to say she's dead, it's better to say she's alive with you. Speaking of this, he raised his hand and stretched out his index finger and pointed at Xiao Shizhu's chest.

"Wei Lao, King Kong, Wu Zhiqi, and many, many ghosts who died fighting for the peace of the Nine Shadows Kingdom and the Underworld, don't all the nameless and nameless ones live here?" ”。

"The world they want to see, you still need to create, it is a world without war and discrimination, without oppression and reckless ghosts, and where all ghost races are united. Instead of wanting to see a decadent monarch, lying on the bed and doing nothing. The ghost mother took Xiao Shizhu's hand and said softly: "I want to think about this child, and I don't want to see you like this." ”。

These words shocked Xiao Shizhu. He suddenly remembered what Xiao Si had said to him in his consciousness before he died. There were not many words, but they kept repeating and lingering in his ears for a long time.

Yes, Xiao Si's eyes were full of anticipation when she said these words, and the world she was looking forward to was the kind of world in the ghost mother's words.

After a few breaths, he quickly got up, jumped out of bed, and strode barefoot out of the house.

"Where are you going?" asked the ghost mother who had caught up with the big flower.

"Su Tianju. Xiao Shizhu looked ahead without squinting, and said as he walked: "I'm going to bury Xiao Si and my decadence with my own hands." ”。

Two or three moments later, he and the ghost mother came to the door of Su Tianju. Xiao Shizhu stopped, stood on both sides of the sculpture of the ancient god carved with the human body and snake tail, and still draped in white silk and spirit flags, and was stunned and then stepped over the threshold.

In the court, the officials above the third rank have all arrived, and they are lined up in the courtyard with solemn faces. The ghosts did not cry, but their eyes were full of regret and sorrow.

Under the breeze, Xiao Shizhu silently walked to the open space to the west of the Sutianju Tower, and saw Yingying leading all the disciples of Sutianju, standing there in plain clothes, even Xiao Fuling was among them.

Under the tall old banyan tree in the clearing, a long deep pit was dug. The sika deer raised in the courtyard kept screaming in bursts of sorrow, one after another in the sky above Sutianju.

Xiao Si's physique had been sorted out again and put into a sandalwood coffin built by Lai Yueqi herself, which was three inches thick. Before the coffin lid was closed, Xiao Si could be seen lying flat in the coffin, his hands crossed in front of his chest, his ten fingers crossed and interlocked, and his pale face was still so peaceful and quiet.

The corners of her mouth seemed to be curled up, making her not look painless, but rather showing a smile of relief.

Xiao Shizhu silently took the hammer and coffin nail in the hand of a Su Tianju disciple, and after covering the coffin, he silently helped Xiao Si put the coffin nails on top one by one.

The next step is to enter the soil, fill the soil, erect a monument and so on. The whole process took half an hour, during which Xiao Shizhu was still silent.

The final farewell, in the mourning music played by the court musicians of the Yuque Palace and the sorrow of the deer, was carried out in an orderly manner, and the ministers bowed and said goodbye to the tombstone one by one, and after thinking for a while, they went out of Sutianju and went to their respective businesses.

After a while, in the huge courtyard of Sutianju, there were only five ghosts left, Xiao Shizhu, Xiao Poria, Ying Ying, Lai Yueqi and Ghost Mother. The other disciples of Su Tianju also returned to the tower to cry.

"You know that Xiao Si is a medicine ghost, but do you know that she grew up in a slave market?" After a long silence, Ying Ying gently caressed the stone tablet that Lai Yueqi had carefully carved for Xiao Si, just like caressing Xiao Si's head in the past, and after a long sigh, she said to Xiao Shizhu in a hoarse voice: "Her parents were sold to Xudu on the third day after she was born, and became the tonic and health medicine of the Emperor Xudu. As for whether it is swallowed raw or peeled alive, steamed or fried, it is not a matter of opinion. ”。

The mountain wind was howling, making the banyan tree on Xiaosi's grave rattle. A few fallen leaves swirled in the wind, and finally landed on Xiao Si's grave.

There was no ghost squeak, just standing quietly in place, listening to Ying Ying's hoarse voice.

"Slave owners, feed her with the milk of the beast soul, and prepare to sell her for a good price when she grows up. But when she was three years old, I was passing by the slave market and bought her, and I had selfish intentions. At that time, it was to prevent the co-workers from having something in case, so that they could use Xiaosi to save the co-workers. Yingying, who was full of guilt on her face, lowered her head slightly, and choked up: "So I privately taught her the technique of renewing the soul healing array, which is also selfish." ”。

The white dress on Yingying's body swayed a few times in the wind, and her slightly trembling hand clenched the spirit snake staff.

"But I didn't hide from Xiao Si that she was a medicine ghost, I also told her that she existed to save a ghost worth saving. Xiao Si was very happy, she said that she knew the value and meaning of her existence, and she was only three years old at the time. Yingying's tone suddenly calmed down a lot, and her face with her back to Xiao Shizhu flashed a trace of relief and pride: "She is very sensible." ”。

And when she knew that the king was in the kingdom and completely abolished the slave market and slave trade, Xiao Si was very happy. After a pause, Ying Ying raised her hand and patted the head of Xiao Si's tombstone, and sniffed heavily: "She said that she saw a real, human soul male ghost in her lifetime, although this soul is also an executioner, killing countless ghosts and hands stained with ghost blood, but this soul has done an earth-shattering thing, that is, to change the tragic fate of many ghosts in the underworld." ”。

"Xiao Si admires you from the bottom of her heart, she has never regarded you as a king, but as a father, uncle or brother, and treats you as a relative, so she will save you. That's why when you sent Poria to Su Tianju, you took the initiative to take care of Poria Cocos. Ying Ying turned around, looked at Xiao Shizhu with self-reproach on her face with her blind red eyes, as if she had seen through the knot in the other party's heart, and said word by word: "She definitely doesn't want to see you shrink in the palace doing nothing." ”。

"Xiao Si saves you, but also because you can save more ghosts, this is what she can't do, and it's what she wants you to do your best; Ying Ying walked slowly towards the tower, and said softly, "My apprentice has given his life, so don't let her last wish be fulfilled again." ”。

Before the words fell, Yingying's figure had disappeared into the courtyard.

"Hmm. Xiao Shizhu stared at Xiao Si's tombstone and nodded heavily. The self-blame that was still hanging between the eyebrows has disappeared at this time.

"Lie down in peace, I won't let you down. Xiao Shizhu took a step forward, stretched out his hand in the breeze, stroked the waist-high cold stone stele, looked at the vigorous and powerful inscription on the stele, and said solemnly: "We must create an underworld that is different from now." ”。