What does this have to do with my murder by Lu Bing? Yang Xing raised his face and shouted in disbelief. The bull head smacked him again, and said Of course you don't know, Sima Hua became a man after his death, and he was the young man Lu Bing who killed you. He avenged the death of you in his previous life. When Yang Xing heard this, he didn't cry anymore and turned back to defend himself unconvinced, as if he had become honest, and unconsciously walked through the Yin and Yang Realm, and handed him over to two armed and waiting Yin Cha, and then turned back to the Yang World to arrest the new undead.

After a period of time, the fat silkworm grows into a finger-sized man, and no longer eats mulberry leaves, but pulls out light yellow silk knots into light yellow silkworms, like the epitome of Yunxia is very beautiful. Despite this, Sima Hua's mother's eyes are also the color of melancholy, she has not yet come out of the grief of losing her daughter Sima Hua, even if the suspects such as Splash Pi have been brought to justice, it is still difficult to eliminate the hidden worries in her heart, this is an eternal pain, which has always accompanied her memory, so she can't be happy, even if the silkworm is bumper, it is just a bumper yield, lacking a taste.

Since the loss of her daughter, she always washed her face with tears, until one day the fat spring silkworm bit through the cocoon and flew out, becoming a moth with pink and white wings, hovering in the air, as if looking for an ideal perch, and before finding it can not perch, at this time, Sima Hua and her mother seem to be anxious about this silkworm moth, so she raised her head that had not been raised for a long time, she suddenly had a strange idea, this silkworm moth should be her daughter's soul changed, always flying around her, did not leave her sight.

Sima Hua and her mother seemed to understand the intention of the silkworm moth, and she immediately spread a white paper on the table, and the silkworm moth flew up, and after a while, dense silkworm babies were scattered, like a black rope head with a blank sheet of paper written all over it.

So the silkworm moth stopped moving, it completed the final succession of this round of reproductive life, and its life reached the end, like a falling flower, it died contented and beautiful.

Sima Hua's mother, pick up the dead silkworm moth, and other dead silkworm moths one by one, and bury them in the fragrant soil layer under the mulberry forest, clean and neat. Instead of letting the dead silkworm moth become food for the birds to peck at, it is better to turn it into sludge to fertilize the mulberry garden and accompany the mulberry forest.

Spring silkworm fat, like this 15 years of life and death, the production of brocade like a cloud, it is still reincarnated into silkworms, and Sima Hua and her mother, has aged Longzhong, it is still full of vitality in the reincarnation of contributing silk. When it reincarnated for the 16th time, pulled the silk, scattered the baby, and then died in the form of a silkworm moth, its soul was unimpeded in the netherworld. This time, on the eve of the reincarnation of the spring silkworm in the palace of the Wheel King, it met an undead whose real name was Lu Bing in the Yang world, and the undead who was nicknamed Tyranny was also about to be reincarnated as a silkworm.

It turned out that after Lu Bing killed Yang Xing, he was arrested the next day, and he was beheaded after the autumn, and he became a new ghost. After the completion of his sentence in the hells under the jurisdiction of each temple, he was sent to the palace of the Wheel King, and was about to be demoted to a side life—the silkworm. He said without hesitation: I am a dignified and well-known seven-foot man in the mortal world, and now I am going to become an insect, eating mulberry leaves, cheap food, spitting silk silk, and precious fabrics, which are too uneconomical, I will not do it. The Wheel King stood up and pointed at him and was furious: You are bold, what a dignified seven-foot man, you are clearly a despicable villain with a narrow heart, you complain so much and resent, and you will never be able to recover if you become a beast.

At this time, the fat man of the silkworm is also waiting here to receive the reincarnation post, and will continue to reincarnate the silkworm and contribute brocade silk to mankind. When it heard that Lu Bing was unwilling to reincarnate a mulberry silkworm and slandered it, it was unhappy in his heart, so he admonished it, saying that it was caused by cause and effect, and praised the selfless dedication of the mulberry silkworm to mankind in the tone of Yangshi poetry: The spring silkworm is to the end of the silkworm, and it is said that the death of the silkworm is the death of the silkworm, and it is the death of the silkworm without regrets, the glory of death, the death of heroism, and the death of deserved! I don't know if Lu Bing can listen to it, the king of the wheel ordered the yin cha to send him a reincarnation post, he refused to accept it, the post was attached to him and couldn't be patted, he was patting the dust, the two yin cha had sent the soup to him, he refused to drink, but was forced to drink, and then he was confused, a kind of karma, let him leisurely rush to the place of reincarnation of the silkworm arranged in the dark.

After Lu Bing's spirit body was reincarnated as a silkworm, the fat man of the silkworm often used silkworm language to enlighten it on how to do its best to spin silk and supply silk weaving raw materials to contribute to mankind. Driven by the fat man of the silkworm, it and the silkworms are deeply expected, and the annual production of dozens of quintals of silkworm cocoons like cloud brocade, waiting for the price to be sold, making it an important production base of silk weaving raw materials, not only bringing wealth to silkworm breeders, but also providing consumers with high-quality silk fabrics and even clothing. When it is reincarnated as the body of the silkworm for 500 lives, the king of Yama recites its great achievements, and escorts it to the palace of the wheel king to reincarnate as a human.

The fat man of the silkworm was born in a remote mountainous area, his father was called Sha Wushe, who was a winning hunter, and his mother was called Qi Lianhua, who was an embroiderer who was good at drawing flowers and embroidery. When he was more than a year old and very active and loved to grasp things, his parents thought that he would be able to become a good man in the future, but to realize this wish, he had to wait until he grew up. They wanted to foresee that his father put some books beside him, and his mother couldn't find anything, so she put some colorful embroidery in front of him, and his parents stood aside to see what he was grabbing, hoping that he would catch books and become a well-educated person in the future and be a pillar of the country. But the sand who was sitting on the ground clenched his hands into fists one after the other, as if he had grasped something, but there was nothing in his hands. If he could grab something or a toy with his hands down, he grabbed nothing, stood up, pointed to a shotgun hanging diagonally on the wall, and spat out a word that was not clear enough but could be heard: gun, gun, gun......

It's over, this kid grows up and learns from you to be a hunter, and it's useless. Qi Lianhua's face was full of worry. As she spoke, she picked up several embroideries she had placed in front of the child in disappointment. When Sha Wushe saw that the child wanted a gun, he shook his hand straight: You can't ask for a gun. He stooped over and picked up a book and stuffed it to Sandy, who threw it away, still pointing to the wall and saying, "Gun, gun, gun......

You can't ask for a gun. Sha Wushe was a little disappointed, he went over and took the gun from the wall, raised it above his head with one hand, and took it upstairs to hide.

Sha Di followed behind, and when she saw that her father didn't give it, and after a while, she lost the shot, so she cried her nose, tears rolling on her cheeks with a deep sense of loss. Sha Wushe came down from upstairs and said to Qi Lianhua, who picked up the child: It's not bad to ask for a gun, but you can't give it to him now, and when you grow up in the future, there is nothing bad about being a soldier on the battlefield, killing the enemy and making meritorious contributions, protecting the family and defending the country, and glorifying the court.

What if he can't be a soldier? Qi Lianhua asked not very optimistically.

If you can't be a soldier, it's not bad to be a hunter with a gun, we have game to eat every day, and we can make money if we can't sell it when we can't eat it. Sha Wushe said conceitedly, with a hint of smile lines on his face.