"What do we do now?" Seeing that the original owner's mother disappeared, Wen Cha turned her head and asked Zhuang Ling, "Can I still go back?" ”

Zhuang Ling put away the talisman paper on the ground, looked up at her, and said, "You still have to wait."

“……”

"The half-moon period has not passed, your soul has not been raised, and the result of forcibly leaving is unpredictable."

Wen Cha nodded, "Then after I go back, can I go to reincarnation or what?" ”

The real ancient tea has been let go by her, and when she returns to the present world, is it considered that the task has been completed?

Zhuang Ling glanced at her with a faint face: "Secret."

Warm tea: "......"

"So what do we do now?"

"Go back first, keep it."

The two went back to the house unhurriedly, and this time there was no more food prepared by the original owner's mother in the house.

Wen Cha turned his head and asked Zhuang Ling: "There are two questions, I have not been clear."

"Say."

"Why am I repeating every day all the time?"

"Because you are already dead, if the dead person has an obsession before death, he will repeat the day of death to change his fate."

However, the past cannot be changed, and the pain can only be repeated over and over again.

The original owner's obsession is to go home, or there is another one, which is to let his parents hold a parent-teacher conference for him.

"Then I'm obviously dead, why do I wake up every time I die, and time continues?"

"It's the flower." Zhuang Ling stared at the jade pendant around his neck, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, "When your mother came in to look for you, she gave you the flower on the other side that can lead the soul forward, although this thing is good, but the magnetic field is too dark, every time the sun comes out, it can't continue to maintain the rotation of the next day, you can only keep repeating the past day to protect your spirit." ”

Wen Cha touched the jade pendant with a loss, and there was an inexplicable feeling in her heart, what the original owner's parents did, she already knew more or less about it, she couldn't complain, she couldn't blame, she just felt emotional.

Zhuang Ling lowered his eyes and looked at her deeply, "I can go back in three days." ”

Wen Cha hurriedly followed him: "After I go back, will I still be alive?"

"That's the third question." Zhuang Ling said expressionlessly: "You said that you only asked me two questions."

Warm tea: "......"

Back in the house, Wen Cha didn't say anything, lay on the bed and began to sleep, the soul didn't have to eat or drink, there was no worries.

When she woke up again, it was already the next morning, Zhuang Ling was reading in the courtyard outside the house, and when she heard the voice, she turned her head lukewarmly and said, "There is breakfast on the table, after eating, go to school."

Wen Cha looked at the soy milk fritters on the table and said in surprise: "You made it?"

Zhuang Ling shook his hands in disgust, "I'm not interested in the kitchen." ”

Wen Cha secretly rolled her eyes, she was not interested in discussing kitchen decoration with her mother again and again, eating too much?

But she didn't show it, politely thanked her and began to eat.

Three days passed in a flash.

Wen Cha only opened his eyes that day, Zhuang Ling didn't say a word, a piece of talisman paper was pasted on her forehead, Wen Cha was startled, and he said: "Close your eyes, I will put you in the mutton fat bottle now, and I will take you away in a while."

Wen Cha couldn't move, and after seeing him make a few complicated and strange gestures above him, he closed his eyes and thought of himself as a cabbage.

"The spirit of the floating slaughter, the disaster of no reason, pray to the gods, and the soul returns."

"Up!"

Then the warm tea got up, turned into a wisp of white shadow, floated into the thin mouth of the bottle, and squatted in it like a little frog.

"Don't be afraid," Zhuang Ling said quietly outside, "After you go out, I will let you out immediately."

Wen Chaxin said that except for being a little dark, she was not afraid at all.

"Your soul is not fully raised, I will destroy the barrier here in a while, you just stay in the bottle, you don't care what you hear or smell."

Zhuang Ling put the bottle into the Qiankun bag, turned around and made a magic circle under the incomparably lush money tree, the magic circle was based on the yin and yang gossip, quickly absorbing the yin qi in the ghost miasma, the clear sky, in an instant, flying sand and stones, the wind was fierce, and the yin was like a rainstorm.

Zhuang Ling walked to the bluestone alley step by step, looking at the lush locust trees, his face was cold and pasted the rune paper, the moment the locust tree was stained with the rune paper, the trunk was quickly scorched, and the leaves were scattered on the ground one by one, sending out a painful and sharp wail from the heart of the tree, the sound rose from the ground, straight to the nine heavens, and the people who listened to it were numb and creepy.

Huai, a ghost in the wood, has a heavy yin qi, summons yin spirits, and is mostly born in the cemetery, becoming a ghost miasma.

Zhuang Ling walked through a lane with a cold face, the lush locust trees, behind him turned into a cloud of black fog to disappear invisible, the sky began to rain heavily, pedestrians hurriedly passed by him, no matter how much they passed, they would turn into a cloud of smoke and disappear.

This place is fake, and so are the people here.

All people, including flowers and trees, are based on the memories of the original owner's mother and Gu Cha, with the ghost qi transforming into shape, and the soul of Gu Cha as nutrients, if it weren't for the jade pendant, the soul of Gu Cha would have been wiped out long ago.

When the formation sucks the surrounding ghost qi clean, the houses, streets, and schools disappear in front of you little by little.

When Zhuang Ling opened his eyes again, the sky was very dark, the dark clouds were low, and it was still raining, but it was no longer in the bluestone alley.

He spread out a black umbrella and walked quietly past the tombstones.

This is a rural cemetery, mostly nameless graves, and there is a verdant locust forest next to the cemetery, swaying in the rain, very arbitrary.

Zhuang Ling stepped through the puddle, as if he didn't hear the shouts of countless souls behind him, and left without looking back.

He should be glad that Wen Cha's illusion was created for her by the original owner's mother, so it did not lead to other vicious people, but this lesson is enough.

Walking out of the cemetery, the color of the sky was much brighter, Zhuang Ling stopped, looked back, and his pupils reflected the appearance of countless Yin spirits dancing behind him.

He ruined the ghost miasma that had been gathered by ghosts for many years, and of course these ghosts were unwilling and wanted to chase after them to take revenge.

But what can be done?

Pretending to be a Five Emperor Coin on his wrist, his fingers were slightly hooked, and the blood and water were mixed with the Five Emperor Coins, flying behind him, the sound of breaking the air was accompanied by a sharp shout, and everything was over.

He picked up the Five Emperors from the ground and continued to walk forward.

At that time, the sky was already clear.

Warm tea woke up, and the sun was shining outside.

She yawned and crawled out of the fat bottle to see where she was.

Zhuang Ling came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and changed clothes in front of her expressionlessly, Wen Cha was startled and quickly hid back.

"Hiding from what?" Zhuang Ling's face did not change and said, "Can I still eat you?"

Wen Cha sneered at each other's fingers, poked out an eye to look at him, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was already wearing his pants.

She poked her head out and asked, "Where are we now?"

"My home."

Zhuang Ling took out a white shirt from the closet, his slender hands buttoned the shirt lightly and elegantly, and his fingertips shuttled, and Wen Cha could see his white and materialized abdomen.

Typical clothing looks thin, and undressing has flesh.