"That's their life. "How could Little Flower Roll know how to go up the mountain to collect herbs?" I remember I didn't teach her how to distinguish between wild grass and herbs. ”

"I don't know.

I only know that one day she went out early in the morning, and when she came back in the afternoon, she brought an 800-year-old wild ginseng and a handful of weeping flowers, saying that she was going to use it for you, but then she couldn't do it.

She took wild ginseng and weeping flowers to sell old man Yang into the city, and when she got the money, she knew the sweetness, and if it didn't rain, she would go up the mountain every day to collect medicine.

There are some good herbs, some rare and some common. ”

Yu Eniang sat up straight and glanced at Daddy Hua, "Your daughter, isn't it okay to have a little secret?"

Daddy Hua smiled, he pinched the cheek of his wife in his arms, and said, "She is still my daughter after all......" He lowered his head and pondered for a while, he considered his tone, a little lost and a little ashamed, "If it weren't for me, how would you have fallen to this point? I am an irresponsible husband, nor a good father......"

"No, you know, since I've decided to be your wife, I won't miss the comfortable life I used to live in anymore. What's wrong with mortals? At least it's peaceful, and it's a little bitter, but there's no blood here, and it doesn't make me worry about it all the time. Yu Eniang remembered the past, and her eyes couldn't help but darken, "I'm really tired of the struggle in the cultivation realm......!" Ah Wei entered the Liuyun Sword Gate, why didn't you worry me?"

Regarding her father's worries, Hua Chen and Hua Jia didn't know anything.

woke up in a daze, and saw the worried face of her mother under the oil lamp, and the flower family threw herself into Yu Eniang's arms and hugged her tightly.

Yu Eniang ran the little girl's hair one by one, and whispered: "Little flower roll, believe in the mother." Your brother he's not dead, he's still alive. My poor girl, you just take care of yourself, brother he's fine. ”

With tears in her eyes, she sniffed the fragrance of her mother's body vigorously, and suppressed her emotions and said, "Woo, mother, I believe in you." Woo, I'm so scared......"

"It's okay. Yu Eniang reassured.

When she woke up the next day, her eyes were red like rabbits, but when she saw the smile on her face, she knew that the little girl was fine.

Cheng Yun was infected with the epidemic and there was no cure.

She was lying on the couch, her body was hot and cold, her consciousness was drowsy, and she felt uncomfortable like never before.

After falling asleep and waking up, she looked at the peach blossoms blooming outside the window, suddenly grew a little more energetic, her brain returned to clarity, and she could also sit up and pour water for herself.

This is not a sign of healing, but a return to light.

Cheng Yun sighed leisurely, thinking of the corpse of the epidemic who died on the side of the road, thinking that she would become one of them, and thinking that her life was about to end, there was not much unwillingness and regret in her heart.

In the face of the terrible epidemic, the noble ones are not immune to disasters.

She is a little woman in the world, she can't choose, except for death, she has survived; what she can choose, her choice may not be the best and most correct, but she tried her best, and she has no regrets in her heart.

The only bad thing in this life is that my life is short, and I haven't been able to see better and more beautiful scenery.

...... Cheng Yun died, and a flash of spiritual light floated out of her lifeless body, flying into the dim and gloomy sky, just like all the people and animals who died of the epidemic.

There was a scarlet demon moon hanging in the sky, the color of which was like sticky blood.

Suddenly, a fresh breeze blew slowly, and the demonic red moon was like a shadow in the water, shattering into thousands of pieces in an instant.

Cheng Yun's aura was blown to the uninhabited wilderness by this gust of wind, just like inanimate dead wood and stones, looking at the change of day and night in this world, watching the four seasons in this world, no sorrow, no joy, no awareness.

One day, an old Taoist came from afar with a bell, stopped for a while, and went away.

Another day, a black wind with a fishy smell blew, wandering in the field for a while, and swept away with Cheng Yun.

......

......

Time goes by, time goes by.

Cheng Yun woke up.

She had a long, long dream, and at the beginning of the dream she saw a blood moon and almost died, and the rest of the dream was dull and tasteless, and there was nothing to describe.

However, when she opened her eyes and looked around, everything reflected in her eyes was more like a dream than a dream.

The moonlight poured down on the blood-like water, and the water was bright enough to illuminate the human figure. She stood in the pool, submerged from the neck down, smelling rust as she inhaled, and seeing ripples spreading in all directions as she moved. Beside her, translucent humanoid puppets stood like men, men and women, most with blurred facial features, a few with clear eyebrows, all with their eyes closed, as if they were sleeping.

The blood pool is an open-air cave, and the stone walls at the edge of the cave are steep and steep, and there are strange vines without leaves, which are also the color of blood and blood. Including Cheng Yun, all the figures faced the shore of the blood pool, where it was dark, and a few dead trees were faintly visible.

What is this place? Is she still in a dream?

Cheng Yun raised her hand and pinched her face, her face didn't hurt, and her hand ...... Her hands and body were transparent, and the moonlight shone down as if through transparent and colorless water.

So, what's going on now? Except for that long dream, Cheng Yun still remembers that she was infected with the epidemic, fell asleep deeply, and woke up again to be the present, and she didn't know what happened before she woke up.

She is no longer a living person, because a living person feels pain, and a living person is not transparent......

Cheng Yun is dead. But how can a dead man remember? How can he think?

Countless doubts were piled up in his heart, and the tide of panic and helplessness followed, and Cheng Yun, who lacked similar experiences, didn't know how to face it at all.

But it is true to recognize the facts and try to accept them, panic and fear do not help.

Cheng Yun thought like this and gradually calmed down.

Whether it's a living person or a dead person, now she's alive and kicking, and that's enough.

However, the chaotic thoughts were sorted out one by one, and the thoughts that had been ignored before also jumped out, as if someone was reminding Cheng Yun in his ear over and over again: Awan! Go to Awan and save her!

This idea came abruptly, but Cheng Yun didn't have a person like A Wan in his memory, but he remembered a girl named Xiaowan.

That's not Ah Wan. Her heart said.

There is no need to think about things that you don't understand for the time being, Cheng Yun shrunk back, hugged his arms, and felt cold.

Driven by the cold, she crawled to the shore, but she didn't want the moonlight above her head to be obscured, and the more biting cold hit in an instant, freezing her limbs and feeling like her whole soul was going to be torn into several pieces.

The threat of dying forced Cheng Yun back into the pool of blood to stay, and just as she was gradually adapting to the cold, a beautiful girl in rich clothes appeared on the shore, dressed in bright red, and her wide skirt was like a blooming flower, which made people shudder. Anyway, according to Cheng Yun's understanding, such a girl should embroider and paint in the boudoir, and it is impossible to appear in this eerie scene, which makes her feel dangerous.

The girl in red was indeed not a mortal, she stepped over more than ten zhang in one step, and came to the edge of the pool in a blink of an eye.

She looked down at Cheng Yun condescendingly, her eyes were like a hostess looking at the maid in the house, and like a superior person holding the power of life and death looking at the prisoner who was about to be beheaded for public display, picky, harsh, pitying, and hateful.

Cheng Yun blinked, trying to look docile and harmless.

She had tried it a few times, and now she couldn't pronounce it, and could only express her thoughts through her movements and eyes.

After a while, the girl put away her weird gaze, squatted down to look at Cheng Yun at eye level, and said with a smile: "I'm Ah Hong, does my sister remember her name?"

Of course, Cheng Yun remembered the name, and she also remembered that her sister was not like Ah Hong.

didn't get a response from Cheng Yun, and the smile on Ah Hong's lips was even more pleasant.

She reached out and touched Cheng Yun's forehead, and her voice was like a whisper: "Grandma sent me over to pick up my sister home, but sister, you don't seem to be awake when you look at it......"

No, I'm awake, but the look on your face tells me that you don't like to see me awake.

Cheng Yun tilted his head, silently thinking about the possibility of pretending to be stupid.

Ah Hong said: "My sister is a lonely ghost with no one to worship, wandering in the world with nowhere to go, grandma kindly picked you up, you have to respect and love grandma as a mother." ”

Who is Grandma?

Ah Hong said again: "Grandma likes my sister, so I personally picked out this comb for my sister." Sister, take it with you, don't worry about hurting your soul, come, take it!"

Cheng Yun didn't understand the situation, and he couldn't help himself.

Hong handed her the comb, she held it in her hand, Hong pulled her ashore, and she complied.

There is no shadow under Ah Hong's feet, he is not a living person, but his palms are warm. But Cheng Yun smelled Ah Hong's body fragrance mixed with the blood of living people, and then thought of the evil ghost who ate people and gouged out his heart, and the heart that stopped beating under his chest immediately trembled violently.

Could it be that Ah Hong and Grandma are evil ghosts? She is the evil ghost of the future?

Ah Hong didn't know what Cheng Yun was thinking, and led her to the depths of the cave where she couldn't see her fingers.

Cheng Yun found that the path under his feet was winding upward, and the comb in his arms was warm, easily dispelling the cold that invaded from all directions.

After a while, Ah Hong left the cave and walked into a garden overgrown with weeds.

Cheng Yun saw a blooming nightshade, and the flowering period of this flower is mostly in summer. She remembered that she died in the spring, and the peach blossoms she saw before she died bloomed one after another, like clouds on the horizon, beautiful and gorgeous.

Walking through the dilapidated verandah, through the small door and into the backyard, Ah Hong led Cheng Yun to a courtyard.

The flowers and plants growing in this courtyard were neatly kept, the slate floor was free of mud and fallen leaves, and under the porch hung lanterns of very new colors, the light was dim, and the house was pitch black, as if the owner had fallen asleep.

However, the people who live in the deserted house are not necessarily living people, but may also be ghosts.

Ah Hong took a self-portrait in the mirror, patiently sorted out her appearance, combed Cheng Yun's long hair casually, stepped forward and pushed the door in, and said loudly: "Grandma, Ah Hong has brought my sister back!"

The lights in the room quickly turned on, and two maids suddenly appeared.

They glanced at Cheng Yun, this one covered his mouth and smiled, and the other leaned over to whisper, and unhurriedly took out a small stove to boil water and make tea. Two more beautiful maidens, one on the left and one on the right, came out of the inner chamber separated by a woman, and three maidservants dressed like the daughters of the family.

They don't have shadows, they're all ghosts.

The man who was surrounded was the only one with a shadow, he looked to be in his early thirties and forties, dressed in gold and silver, his face was greased and powdered, and his walking steps and arm movements were the habit of women.

Cheng Yun took a closer look and found that he had a pair of black-brown horns on his head, which were as long and thick as fingers, with a slight curve.

She was a little stupid, thinking to herself: Is this person a ghost turned into a human or a monster who has become a spirit?

Ah Hong was not afraid of this suspected demonic woman man, threw down Cheng Yun and pounced on him, and said with a smile: "Grandma!

Grandma's reaction was not enthusiastic at all, and pushed Ah Hong away: "Don't make noise!" The tone was very impatient, and her eyes followed to glare at the ghost maid, "Hurry up and bring the lamp, I want to take a closer look at what this new girl looks like!"

His voice was shrill and hoarse, and it had nothing to do with the melodiousness.

Cheng Yun stared at her grandmother's open and closed mouth when she spoke, and could clearly see the blood-stained teeth and the bright red flesh between the teeth, and the tip of her nose smelled ten times the rich smell of human blood on Ah Hong's body.

This grandma is really a man-eating demon!

Cheng Yun was cold.

The ghosts came together with lanterns and chirped and talked, like a flock of lively birds.

Cheng Yun's smooth face was illuminated by the lamp like jade, the scorching color was like a peach and plum blooming, his eyebrows were picturesque, enchanting and wanton, and he really taught people to not even have jealous thoughts.

She was an outstanding beauty during her lifetime, and a rare ghost after her death.

"Sister is so beautiful! better than Ah Huan!" the ghost maids praised one after another.

Ah Hong twitched the corners of her mouth when she heard this, looking very unhappy.

"Beauty is beautiful enough, but I always feel that there is a lack of verve......," Grandma said.

He looked at the puppet-like Cheng Yun (scared silly), pinched her mouth and looked at her teeth, patted her shoulders and pinched her arms and touched her legs, like a girl sent by a bustard's mother, and finally said: "This girl is a good seedling, but she is a little stupid and doesn't open her mind." ”

"Grandma Ming!" The ghosts' laughter was like the squeak of a mouse, without kindness or malice.

Grandma also laughed with them, asked Cheng Yun's name and origin, but couldn't get her answer, she felt very boring, waved her hand and said: "Ah Hong, you take her to rest, teach her to cultivate, and tell me when she wakes up!"

Ah Hong responded respectfully, glared jealously at the pretty maid who followed her grandmother's left and right hands, and led Cheng Yun down.

The door closed behind him, the bright lights went out instantly, and the sound of laughter and conversation faded into obscurity.

The insects chirped at night, the wind blew slowly, and the chill was driven away by the comb, Cheng Yun pursed his lower lip, feeling that it was like being soaked in ice water from head to toe, and no place was warm.

Dead and ghostly, this body is no longer human.

If she wants to live, is she going to be a cannibalistic ghost like Ah Hong and Grandma, or is she sticking to the rules of being a person?

If a ghost has to eat people to live......

Cheng Yun thought coldly: People are good and bad.