"I'm sorry, Sister Qin...... He's dead, and now Long Long ...... Powerless. ”

The man who called himself Long Long whispered, as if sorry that he couldn't save the child.

Since the Faceless Woman's death, his voice has been much stronger than before.

"Is it already dead......

Only then did Chuan Yun have the realism that the little unlucky had died.

When Chuan Yun came back to his senses, he found that the old woman had fallen to the side, staring at her with a pair of cloudy eyes, as if he had to remember her appearance before he died, her face was even older than before, and her breath was gradually weakening.

At this rate, it was only a matter of time before she died of old age.

What's going on here?

It wasn't like this before, so why did it suddenly become like this?

Since entering this mysterious village, every place here has revealed absurdity, dragon's blood trees, villagers who have grown old for no reason, and faceless women......

Especially her, she was out of her body and inexplicably waved an invisible whip.

Chuan Soul suddenly trembled in his heart, remembering the crazy woman in the dream, and she had a long whip tied around her waist.

Be...... Is it?

Long whip, black felt hat, black robe and black robe, I recalled the woman's indifferent and ruthless face in my mind, and suddenly felt that her outfit really looked like the yin in the mouth of a faceless woman.

I think of the first time I dreamed of her, it was on the banks of the River Styx.

Don't...... She's really a bad guy.

Don't...... Is that really not a dream? Does that woman really share the same body as herself? But you're out of your body? And what about her? Where is she?

And how could the soul whip be in his own hands?

I think she once said, "I am you." ”

Thinking of this, Chuan Yun only felt that his scalp was numb, and cold sweat broke out all over his body, feeling that all this was even more ridiculous than the faceless woman he met in front of him.

"What the hell is going on?"

She desperately wanted to figure out the ins and outs at the moment, the owner of this voice knew herself, and she had a feeling that it would definitely give herself a satisfactory answer.

As soon as Chuan Yun's words fell, the golden light drilled out of Chuan Yun's forehead and stopped between his foreheads, and the light was even dimmer than before.

The faint light shook him, and instead of answering, he asked eagerly, "Sister Qin, have you forgotten Long Long?" ”

There was a mixture of anticipation in his tone, and there was some fear, afraid to hear answers that he didn't want to hear.

"Who are you?" Chuan Yun asked.

"A dragon is a dragon." The golden light flashed, and her tone was very lost, "Sister Qin said that this place is suitable for Longlong to cultivate, and you will often come to see Longlong, but it has been 10,000 years, and Sister Qin has not come once." ”

"Sister Qin forgot about Long Long." Long Long was very aggrieved.

10,000 years......

Chuan Yun was shocked: "You know me?" ”

"Of course Long Long knows Sister Qin."

"Who am I?"

"Sister Qin~"

Chuanyun: ......

Asking is equivalent to asking in vain.

She thought for a moment and asked a different question: "How did you end up like this?" ”

The golden light did not answer, the light group dimmed, and after a while, like a child who had done something wrong, he spoke cautiously: "Sister Qin, you ...... See for yourself! ”

The light cluster suddenly flickered wildly, and I saw that the vitality of the dragon's blood tree was extracted from the place where it had not yet died, and gradually poured into the light cluster between the eyebrows of Chuan Yun, and suddenly the golden light was vibrating, and the entire bottom of the tree was full of bright light, and the black and purple mist that was flowing stopped, and every mist began to flash out of the picture, and she looked closely and found that it was actually a child's life.

Every mist that flowed through these streams turned out to be a soul fragment!

Looking at the mountains of bones piled up in the corners, as well as the little unlucky corpses, Chuan Yun's heart was gloomy.

The people of the Bai family all died in front of her, and she couldn't save them, Master Bai and Mrs. Bai were, and so did the little unlucky guy.

Thinking of Bai Erlang, whose memory was erased and taken away by the immortals to cultivate, Chuan Yun suddenly regretted a little, regretting that he didn't tell Bai Saburo earlier that he was not alone in this world.

Chuan Yun was still immersed in guilt, and at this time, a wisp of black-purple mist supported by golden light floated over, and she looked back to her senses.

I saw the life of a woman named A-Ying flashing in the mist.

It was the name of the faceless woman.

She watched earnestly as A-Ying changed from a babbling child to a lively and cute little girl.

Her father was an elegant talent, and her mother was a gentle and virtuous woman, who acted like a down-and-out aristocratic lady.

The family background is very solid.

Because of the love of her parents at home, and she only had one daughter, her childhood was extraordinarily free.

Compared with the girls in the same village, she lived happily and was the object of their envy and jealousy, so no girl ever wanted to be friends with her.

She was lonely in her childhood.

There is an ancient tree in the center of the village, which is quite spiritual, and there are many people who are willing to come thousands of miles to seek marriage, heirs, and even a future, and it is extremely effective.

Chuan Yun looked at it and was sure that it was this dragon's blood tree.

A-Ying heard from the old people that the tree had been there for a long time, and she didn't know how many years it had been, and their village was called "Ancient Tree Village", which is where it came from.

So she likes to tell her heart in the hole in the trunk of the old tree, and the trivial things such as the child in the village bullying her again.

She only spoke, but never made a wish, and this telling was the whole childhood.

When she was a girl, A-Ying looked more beautiful than all the girls in the same village, and the matchmakers who came to the village to propose marriage all stepped on the threshold, but none of them could get into the eyes of her parents.

They only have this one daughter, so they naturally want to pick a good one and hope that their daughter will be happy for a lifetime.

This picks and chooses, and finally dragged on until the twenty-ninth year, and the girls of the same age in the village have already become married, and the children can run around with their feet, and A-Ying has also become a famous old girl near the village.

One of her parents was faintly anxious, and finally picked a talented person in the county who was over the age of weakness, and almost married their daughter happily as a dowry.

But only a year later, A-Ying suddenly returned home alone, ragged and wounded, kneeling in front of the house.

Her elderly parents saw this, her mother fainted directly, her father was so angry that he pointed to the sky and scolded that Xiucai was not a person, and actually stopped his wife and married another, her mother woke up, the mother and daughter hugged their heads and cried, and their father sat aside and sighed again and again.

In the end, a pair of elderly people who were already old went out of the house early the next morning, while their daughter was still sleeping.

Chuan Yun guessed that the husband and wife should have gone to the county seat to find Ayingfu's family to ask for an explanation for their daughter.

As soon as the picture flashed, I saw A-Ying dressed in a pickaxe, kneeling in front of the mourning hall to burn paper money, and there were two rows above the mourning hall, which were her old parents.

They died, and Chuan Yun was a little surprised.

Maybe the memories of that period were too heavy for the soul fragments to recall, and she didn't see what had happened, but she could guess something.

Just in the blink of an eye, A-Ying knelt in front of the ancient tree with blood on her hands, and kept kowtowing, as if she was making a wish.