Han Yi picked up this girl by the river, he called her Little Butterfly, because when he found her, she closed her eyes tightly, clutched the broken wings of a butterfly in her hand, the clothes on her body were broken, fortunately there was no big wound, Han Yi wasted a lot of strength to make her palm open and take out the broken butterfly wing in her hand.

The girl was breathing evenly and had no wounds other than waking up.

Han Yi took out his quilt from Yizhuang and put it on the girl's body, and waited by the river with the fainting girl for a long time, but did not wait for the person who came to find the little butterfly.

The moonlight crept up, the fog was thick, and the river was flooded with an overwhelming white.

The girl looked to be five or six years old, and she was extremely small, so Han Yi wrapped her in the quilt and picked her up and brought her back to Yizhuang.

The little butterfly can't see with her eyes and can't speak, Han Yi doesn't know what her name is, where she came from, how old she is now, and she doesn't know where her parents are, she has hearing, she looks very gentle, her hair is jet black, and she looks good when she smiles. After getting along for a long time, Han Yi could also understand some of her gestures.

Little Butterfly doesn't know who she is.

In this way, the two children relied on each other in the Yizhuang of the old tomb in the lonely mountain.

No one noticed that there was an extra girl in this village.

Yizhuang is located in the river valley, surrounded by high mountains, rugged terrain, weak wind, and perennial fog near Yizhuang.

If a cultivator comes here, he will be amazed just by looking at it, and the feng shui here is extremely dangerous.

On all sides there are black and steep mountain cliffs, the mountains are deformed and rugged, and they are seriously protruding, and they are sloping towards this valley in the center, showing an overwhelming and coercive trend, as if they will collapse at any moment, crushing all the living beings in it.

Feng Shui is bad, and there is a natural aura lingering, and the people who live here are very likely to die in a short life, and everything will not go well.

Breeding the vision of heaven and earth, the occurrence of corpse mutation, and the return of the ghost to the soul are all trivial matters, and the feng shui here should be entrenched by the great demon of the ghost, as the old nest demon den, killing countless people, eating countless people, unpredictable immortals, and difficult for mortals to approach.

The ancestors set up Yizhuang here, originally to appease the undead here, so that they have a place to go.

But now I don't know if there are any undead in Yizhuang, but two children who are not eighteen years old together have lived in first.

In the middle of the night, the fog was thick, and the mist poured in through the cracks in the door like living creatures.

The little butterfly listened intently in the coffin, Han Yi's breathing was calm, obviously he was already asleep, the little butterfly pushed away the quilt covering his body, put the quilt on the little rabbit sleeping beside him, rubbed the warm fur of the little rabbit, opened the coffin, and climbed out of the coffin.

She was obviously a blind man who couldn't open her eyes, but after jumping off the coffin, she seemed to have eyes, went to Han Yi's coffin, tucked the quilt for him, and then walked out of the room along the thick white fog.

In the fog, there are ghosts and shadows, and countless black wooden coffins are neatly displayed in the Yizhuang hall during the day, and the coffin boards of these coffins are tightly closed.

In the middle of the night, when the little butterfly stepped out of the room, all the coffin boards were opened silently, the willow trees planted outside Yizhuang grew luxuriantly, the slender branches stretched out from the wall into Yizhuang, and the slender figure moved without wind and swayed gently.

The door of the demon fog forest is opened, and the feast of a hundred ghosts sends the soul away.

The little butterfly can't feel her presence, she can't feel who she is or why she is here.

She just walked out of Yizhuang in a daze along the thick fog as soft as water.

Outside the village, the sea of blood rolls, and the evil spirits cry.

All the ghosts were talking and wailing and crying and pleading, and they tugged at her sleeves and hems, and approached her ears to her unopened eyes, and even some demons tried to open her eyelids, hoping to get a little mercy from her.

Many of them were evil spirits who had wandered here for a hundred years and had not yet lost their souls, and they were more like children of squandering in front of this five or six-year-old child.

The little butterfly was dressed in a dusty dress, and her jet-black hair was slightly raised in the fishy wind.

She couldn't speak, just groped and sat down in front of Yizhuang.

There was no moon, no wind, no stars, and it should have been pitch black surrounded by ghosts, but in front of many ghosts, this little girl was so clean, clean to the point of glowing, as if under her texture it was not warm blood, sticky and pulsating organs, not even Sensen's white bones, but full of moonlight and snow.

Fortunately, the little butterfly's eyes can't see, so I don't know how creepy this scene looks to outsiders.

After sitting down, picking up a few fresh fruits brought to her by these ghosts, the little butterfly was scratched by the sharp nails of the ghosts beside her, she smiled and dodged the itchy hands of these ghosts, brushing away the ghosts that had been picking up her body, the little butterfly took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

Under her immature eyebrows, there is a pair of brilliant golden eyes, just like a broken sun, not about joy, anger and sorrow, just the simplest, without any emotional gaze, all the ghosts are prostrate, just a simple glance at her, there is a heart-shattering madness.

Under the backdrop of this pair of golden eyes, the girl's compassionate face is like a god and a demon, and she cannot look at it directly.

The demons hissed and roared in such a gaze, and the ghosts closest to the little butterflies slowly floated upwards in the envious gazes of the ghosts, as if they were drunk, drunkenly wandering to the clouds, whimpering, and dissociating pieces of reason, under the action of the inexplicable misty and relaxing divine power, the evil qi on the ghost slowly dissolved, and the soul gradually turned white, turned into a pool, and flowed around softly, and he was free from the shackles of this place, leaving the place that had imprisoned him for hundreds of years.

The demons watched him untie himself and opened their mouths wide, and their saliva was about to flow down with envy.

Turning around, the ghosts looked at the little girl in gray with greedy eyes, and as if they looked at each other, they rushed to the little girl's side even more fervently, snatching the nearest place for her.

Just when they were about to break their heads, Little Butterfly stretched out a finger and put it on the forehead of one of the most fierce ghosts, shook her head slightly, and sighed, her breath was very light, as if she was breathing at a blooming flower.

Immediately suppressed the most fierce ghost, and he obediently lined up at the back, not fighting.

Little Butterfly controls her power and tries her best to transcend those who have sanity and those who don't.

Her detachment is extremely simple, no need to touch, no spells, just need to use the golden pupil to gently sweep and control the operation of the divine power, and the evil qi on those powerful ghosts and unjust souls will naturally be detached.

As for life and death, good and evil, whether they should be rewarded or punished, that is the matter of the Yama ghosts after arriving in the Netherworld.

As soon as she arrived at this place, she knew that sooner or later this place would raise a king of ten thousand ghosts, this ghost king would devour all the ghosts and ghosts that wandered here, enter the ghost path, and do evil to the world.

And she seems to have been born with these methods of purifying the evil qi, not only will, but also extremely skilled, as if she has done similar things somewhere and countless times.

One night passed, and I don't know when the little butterfly sat on the broken wall next to the gate of Yizhuang, and a gray robe was blown by the wind and fluttered wantonly in the air.

In the distance, the morning sun pierces the sky, and the red clouds in the east smear the sky.

When the sun comes out, the demons disperse, waiting for a new night to come, waiting for their own liberation.

The little butterfly's golden pupils had also closed, and she had once again become the orphan girl who was blind and dumb, not knowing who she was.

Even the golden pupils could only let her see those ghosts, and when the golden pupils opened, she couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly.

Feeling the sun rising, the clear air between heaven and earth rising, the turbid air sinking, and the little butterfly stretched its waist against the rising sun.

When Xiaoyu found this place, what he saw was her back.

Compared with Wang Xiaotao's eyes, he is more familiar with her back.

He was always behind her, and his eyes had followed her back countless times.

Even if the current Wang Xiaotao is not Wang Xiaotao, but a little butterfly, he still recognizes her back.

Xiao Yu stared at the figure of the little butterfly with his back to him, and muttered, "I found you, little moss······"

Thank you for the commuter pass support that did not let you cut the happy classmates with characters!

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