Nangong Qiao had just gone to inquire about the vanguard and the situation of exploring the road ahead, and when he came back, he happened to pass by the place where the coffin was placed.

His eyes saw the rat that made the top of his head tingle, and he was constantly circling around the coffin.

"Yun Jiao, is your mouse sick?" He shouted to Yun Jiao not far away.

When Yun Jiao heard this, she realized that the mouse had run away, she took her sister's hand and ran up, and seriously squatted aside to watch the mouse run in circles.

"Why is it running around the coffin?"

Shen Yunqing rubbed her head, "You ask it, we don't know if you ask us!" ”

Yun Jiao looked dejected: "I don't understand what it says at all." ”

A few people stared at the mouse again, so that it would not run around the coffin, but instead scratch the coffin with its claws.

Shen Yunqing analyzed: "It seems to want to enter the coffin......"

Yun Jiao: "Does it also want to sleep in a coffin?" ”

"Puff~!"

Yun Jiao's words amused Shen Yunqing, she tilted her head and said, "Is there a possibility that it wants to be next to the person in the coffin?" ”

Yun Jiao's eyes were confused, and she obviously didn't understand Shen Yunqing's words very well.

Who else but her would pay too much attention to a mouse?

Could it be that Qinglian was in the Taoist temple before her death, and she was with this mouse all day long?

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

The mouse scratched for a long time, and the coffin was only scratched by a few marks, and it began to be a little impatient, spinning in place.

Suddenly, Yun Jiao pointed to the back of the mouse's neck and shouted, "Sister, look, what is that?" ”

Guided by Yun Jiao's shout and the direction of his fingers, Shen Yunqing immediately saw a trace of red thread on the neck of the mouse's feet, and a small golden lock was tied to the red line.

The gold lock is really small, not as big as a fingernail.

Just when several people were looking at the mouse, the next second, the mouse hit his head on the coffin lid and didn't faint.

Then hit the second, third, and fourth hits.

Finally, the top of the mouse's head was a blur of flesh and blood, and he collapsed on the side of the coffin.

Shen Yunqing: "......"

Nangong Qiao: "How is this like suicide?" ”

Yun Jiao: "Woo woo, sister, it's dead." ”

Shen Yunqing took a step forward and picked up the mouse, and the mouse confirmed that it was out of gas, and she removed the well-hidden golden lock from the mouse's body.

Take it in your hand and look closely, there is nothing special about the front of the gold lock and the gold lock on the market.

It's all ordinary.

In general, the family will only make golden locks for the little doll that is born, but I haven't seen anyone wear a golden lock on a mouse.

She turned the back of the golden lock upside down, and carved a tiny, tiny lotus flower on it.

Although the lotus flower is still easily recognizable on the gold lock the size of a fingernail, it shows the skill of the person who carved it.

"Lotus? I seem to have seen it somewhere. ”

Nangong Qiao looked at Shen Yunqing and said disapprerovingly: "Isn't lotus flower very ordinary?" Summer is everywhere. ”

Shen Yunqing shook his head, he had seen it in the past two days.

At this moment, it is already late autumn, and it stands to reason that there will never be a lotus flower on the road, but Shen Yunqing looked at the lotus on the golden lock and felt very familiar.

"Oh, I remember." Shen Yunqing hurriedly got up and ran to the place where the back basket was placed.

Nangong Qiao looked sideways in the direction she was running, and Yun Jiao, who was squatting on the ground, raised her head and asked, "What's wrong with my sister?" ”

"I don't know, go over and take a look."

Nangong Qiao pulled Yun Jiao and walked in the direction of Shen Yunqing.

He asked, "What did you find?" ”

Shen Yunqing took out a few wooden plaques in the back basket, and he fixed his eyes on the tablet that Qinglian had asked her to bring back to the Li family's tomb in Yunchuan.

I saw her holding the smallest tablet, squinting and examining it carefully, and after a while, she flipped the tablet to the back.

"You see, the lotus on the golden lock is exactly the same as the lotus on Qinglian's daughter's tablet, both are only half open, and even the number of petals is the same."

Shen Yunqing pointed to the lotus flower on the back of the tablet and said.

She looked at it so carefully, it was difficult for Nangong Qiao not to pay attention.

He guessed: "This golden lock belongs to Qinglian's daughter?" So why is it on the rat's feet? ”

Shen Yunqing held the tablet in both hands and sat next to the back basket, "Maybe she pinned her thoughts on this mouse?" ”

The corners of Nangong Qiao's mouth twitched: "Then her transfer is a bit special, isn't it better to transfer an animal with a rabbit or something?" And in the two days we lived in the Taoist temple, we didn't see Qinglian pay attention to this mouse. ”

Shen Yunqing felt that what he said also made sense, "Then why does it have a golden lock on its feet?" And why commit suicide by hitting the coffin? ”

Moreover, the golden lock is generally a peace lock that the rich and noble families ask for the birth of the doll, and it is worn on the body for a lifetime.

It is very likely that this golden lock was prepared by Qinglian for her daughter.

Her daughter's golden lock ran to the mouse after the death of the owner, and the mouse ran back to Qinglian, and after Qinglian died, hit the coffin and died......

It's scary to think about!

Yun Jiao said "ah" at this time, clapped her hands and said: "I know, I know, after her daughter died, she turned into a mouse, found her mother and then stayed with her, and finally saw that her mother died, and the mouse was no longer alive." ”

"Isn't there a story of Liang Zhuhua butterfly in ancient times? Maybe that's really the case? ”

Shen Yunqing glanced at Yun Jiao and sighed, "You also said that it was a story, how could it happen?" ”

But after thinking about it, she came through time, Yun Jiao can also understand the language of other animals, although Xiaobai is a bear, her body size is twice as big as an ordinary bear, and Nangong Qiao's strange bell......

There is a strangeness to this world that does not make sense.

She herself was a little shaken in her heart, and before there was reasonable evidence to explain these phenomena, maybe there was such a possibility!

Yun Jiao was not convinced, pouted and asked: "How is it impossible, the stories are all told by people, and it is impossible for people to make up things without it!" ”

Nangong Qiao touched Yun Jiao's head, "Okay, don't argue about these meaningless things, what are you going to do with this mouse?" Carry it back to the Li family's tomb or bury it on the spot. ”

Yun Jiao and the mouse got along for a few days, if it weren't for taking care of Yun Jiao's emotions, Nangong Qiao would probably throw the mouse into the weeds.

Even if it's a refined mouse, with one eye red and one eye green, no matter what, it's just a mouse.

Shen Yunqing thought about digging a pit and burying it.

She just spoke: "Why don't you dig a ......?"

Yun Jiao frowned and asked seriously, "Is the rat meat delicious when it's roasted?" ”

The corners of Shen Yunqing's mouth twitched, "...... Well, I've heard it's not delicious. ”

Even when she was at the worst of her life before, she had never eaten rats when she ate insects and ants, because she couldn't get off her mouth and felt so disgusting.

I didn't expect Yun Jiao to tease the mouse for a few days, and when she was dying, she still wanted to eat it!

Yun Jiao said with a disappointed face: "That's it...... Then just bury it, what to carry, and carry it to the Li family's tomb, it also deserves it? ”

Nangong Qiao on the side also twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in his heart: Where did Yun Jiao learn these words?