When Song Yuan heard us discussing these issues here, she suddenly became excited.

"Ahh Die! I don't want to die ......"

After that, she actually began to cover her face with her hands, as if she was afraid of poisoning.

I always felt inexplicable next to me.

Has this girl forgotten that she is dead?

Are people who are already dead afraid of dying again?

It's just weird.

Song Jiu comforted her with a smile on her face and said: "Be far away, don't be afraid, this tree is a kind of tree transplanted from the south, we belong to the north, and the north can't support this tree, generally speaking, in our place, this medicine is more used as a medicinal material for curing diseases than as a poison." ”

I kind of know why Song Yuan died as if he didn't die.

Because of Song Jiu's performance, he was too doting, and in this kind of doting, it seemed that Song Yuan was really a living person.

But I know that most of what Song Jiu said was to comfort her sister, and it was obvious that if this matter would not be solved so easily, then Song Yuan would make a fuss, and we could only overdo it for her in the same place.

This road is not as safe as Song Jiu said.

The further you go, the more obvious the smell of this poison becomes, and this smell actually has a feeling of being controlled, as if you smell the stench, and suddenly burst into a burst of fragrance.

Of course, if the fragrance is not based on a situation that makes people feel sick and about to die.

I asked Song Jiu in a low voice, "Is there really no problem with this road?" ”

The smell of poison became more and more obvious, and I began to worry about my own future.

Song Jiu turned his head and said lightly: "Since ancient times, no one has died. ”

Good guy, can she see it?

"I said, it's not the first time I've walked this road, so I know what the road ahead is like, don't worry, we'll be able to get out soon, there's only a stone gate in front of me, although I haven't reached the end yet, but ......"

Listening to her words, I suddenly realized that something was not quite right.

This is what she said: 'Although I haven't made it to the end yet'

At first glance, this doesn't seem to be a big deal, but if I think about it again, it feels completely wrong, if she has already walked through this place and walked here, then why didn't she just open this stone door and go out? Instead, he told us that he had never come to the end.

I squinted, feeling a little too trance-like.

Now that we have reached the end of the steps, Song Jiu turned his head to look at Song Yuan, staring at him without speaking, as if he was in a daze, but I know that it is true that her eyes can't see anything, but it is also true that she can see people and ghosts.

"Sister, what do you think I'm doing?"

Song Yuan found her gaze, and Song Yuan seemed to realize something, as if he was too sad to suppress a panic: "Sister, what are you doing here, you go out with us...... We'll go out and talk about it then, don't be here, talk here......"

Song Jiu said to himself: "I can see your face now, Xiaoyuan, your face is so good-looking, although I still can't see it clearly, but ......"

She put the wooden stick she was holding in her hand, "Give this thing to you, I shouldn't need it in the future." ”

This thing is called Fuya.

My grandfather told me when I was a child that if I saw a woman with a stick in her hand on the road, she must stay away.

Such a woman is a demon girl, and looking at them will absorb energy.

Later, I learned that in fact, people are also good people, but when I was a child, I didn't talk carefully, and I always upset anyone at every turn, and my grandfather was afraid that I would make them unhappy when I spoke, so he bowed my head to me.

A woman who can help a beggar, her life is short.

On the wooden stick in Song Jiu's hand, there was a red rope, which had faded a little now, but there was no trace of wear and tear at all.

It's clear that this is a good thing.

Song Yuan confiscated: "Sister! This thing is yours, you, what are you doing for me! Take it yourself! Also, you'd better move on! What are you blocking my way for! You ......"

She stammered when she began to speak, and Song Yuan seemed to realize the seriousness of the problem, but she didn't want to believe this fact, she looked at Song Jiu in a daze: "Sister, you go out with me, please." ”

Song Jiu suddenly smiled at her.

"I'm not going out."

"You, why don't you go out! Don't be so unreasonable, you ......"

"I can't go."

Song Jiu's face was exposed to the sunlight outside, and I noticed a slight change in her face, and small red dots fell on her life palace.

This is a dead man's mole, and other black and white impermanence collects the mark of ghosts.