As far as the eye can see, a pool seven to eight feet wide appears in front of you. The brown water is bubbling and looks like industrial wastewater. It looks dirty and a bit disgusting. This is Liu Mengying.
The soul-pregnant pool mentioned by Feng Mengxi.
"Brother, I'm going." As I was looking at the pregnant soul pool in a daze, Xiao Ling's voice suddenly appeared in my mind. The next moment, I only felt a breeze blowing by, and I knew that Xiao Ling had rushed towards
The pregnant soul pool.
"Sister Mengying, there is no road here. Have we come to the wrong place? What should we do?" Mo Xinqi frowned slightly, staring at the Soul Pregnancy Pond and asked.
Liu Mengying said: "The location should be right, let's just stay by this pool!"
"What's the use of guarding?" I also frowned sharply and asked in confusion.
Liu Mengying said: "Master Feng's words shouldn't be true. His original intention was to bring us here."
He didn't understand why Feng Mengxi brought them here before, but she vaguely understood something. When she was trying to remove the obstacle, she had been here and fought with three island nation bastards. Those three guys had never been willing to fight, and they would
She pulled away, presumably knowing that this place was different.
She didn't react at the time, but looking back now, those three guys had a purpose to lure her away.
"Look, what is that?" When we were unaware, Yun Yi suddenly pointed at the pool and exclaimed.
Hearing this, we all cast our eyes away.
I saw the water in the Pregnant Soul Pool gurgling up, showing circles of ripples. When the ripples stirred up, a bright moon glowed. When we looked up, we still saw the dark moving wall.
"this?"
Such a ridiculous thing happened. We were all stunned and our eyes were blank. We didn't understand what happened?
"Brass eyes?" Liu Mengying cried out.
Needless to say, we all saw what happened in the pool.
When the ripples completely stirred up, the moon in the pool became brighter and brighter, and slowly a black thread appeared in the middle of the moon, dividing the moon into two halves.
It is generally soft and smooth, and generally seems to be stained with blood.
Gradually, I seemed to walk under the moon, and it seemed that I could reach out and touch the moon that was divided into two halves.
Looking at this strange moon, I entered an extremely magical state. I was immersed in it. I don’t know how long it took. A breeze blew gently by my ears, but even though it was a bit majestic, I still couldn’t hold back.
Got a chill.
When the cold air penetrated into my body, my dull eyes seemed to change direction, and I found that the surrounding environment turned out to be familiar to me.
A small wooden house appeared next to me. It looked very familiar, and I couldn't help but walk towards it.
Seeing that the door was bolted, I stretched out my hand to open the latch and walked in. I found a candle lit in the room and an old man lying on a bench with a serious look on his face and pinching his fingers constantly.
"Grandpa Lin." When I saw him, I felt happy and shouted immediately.
But Grandpa Lin didn't seem to notice that I came in. He kept pinching his fingers and seemed to be muttering something in his mouth, which I couldn't hear clearly.
Discovering this, I couldn't help but wonder, why can't Grandpa Lin hear me? What's going on? When I looked at myself, I found that I had no body, only a head, and Grandpa Lin seemed to be unable to see.
I.
Instead, I found a piece of paper next to him, which was my date of birth. When I took a closer look, it was as expected.
Grandpa Lin just pinched his fingers, calculating something, and muttered from time to time. At a certain moment, he suddenly stood up from the bench, picked up the paper with my birth date and walked towards the center of the room.
In the room, he took the things he usually used to tell people's fortunes and looked at them. Soon he started a sacrificial ceremony, placed my birth date on it, and held a peach wood sword in his hand.
, waving continuously.
Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell out of thin air. The thunderbolt made no sound and struck directly on the wool. Grandpa Lin spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth and his breath was weak.
Then, regardless of his body being struck by lightning, he picked up the brush beside him and started writing on the paper.
I took a closer look and saw that it was exactly the few lines he left on my rough paper.
It seemed that before he had finished writing, his hands kept shaking and several mouthfuls of blood spurted out from his mouth, becoming more and more depressed.
When he tremblingly picked up the felt paper and placed it on the bench, he seemed to be going crazy, sweating profusely and trembling uncontrollably.
He quickly found a piece of white silk and hung it on the hanging beam. He had to tie a knot quickly, but he couldn't help but lift himself off the ground and move towards the white silk.
I was shocked to see this kind of abnormal movement that violated the laws of physics. I rushed over to pull him down. Unfortunately, when I stretched out my hand, it felt like it was touching the air, without any real object.
Grandpa Lin fell on the white silk, his eyes were scarlet, as if he had lost consciousness, and his body was shaking violently. And the thing about hanging the white silk was as if he couldn't help it, as if someone controlled him and had to do it.
My eyes were red as I watched from the sidelines, but I had no ability to stop this.
It was as if this scene was deliberately shown to me, so that the cruel scene that I didn't want to see was imprinted in my heart.
Grandpa Lin struggled hard. Unfortunately, the more he struggled, the tighter he was strangled by the white silk. I tried seven or eight times to put him down, but unfortunately, Grandpa Lin had already died.
Why is all this happening? Is there something terrible hidden in my life experience? Why did Grandpa Lin want to help me burn it, but in exchange for a thunder and lightning, he went crazy and hanged himself.
I clearly knew that Grandpa Lin's death was because of me. I wanted to escape, screamed hysterically, and wanted to escape from this terrible environment, but it was useless. I just kept wandering in his cabin, as if I was like
It's like a ghost.
"Hey, Master, this old guy tried to change your fate, but I killed him."
Just when my eyes were red, a gloomy voice appeared in my ears, and then, a man missing half of his face, no, it should be a ghost, appeared in front of me, trying his best to please me.
"Did you do everything just now?" I was originally afraid of the face that appeared, but listening to his tone, Grandpa Lin wanted to help me change my life, but he was killed by him. I couldn't help but feel the explosion in my heart.
With trembling energy, he roared violently.
"Master, don't you recognize me? I am your most loyal messenger, Guida. In the past, when you faced guys like this, you always killed them directly. Oh, no, it's not that guy, it's your mother."
When the grimace saw that I was angry, he looked at me with a smile and explained.
"What? You said my mother was killed by me?"
Hearing this, I seemed to have discovered some shocking secret. Didn't my father say that my mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me? Why is this happening? I even killed my own mother?