"I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I keep talking to myself here...then you probably haven't seen me."
The other party suddenly stretched out his hand, as if to shake hands to show friendship. Yin Huan stretched out his hand hesitantly, and was immediately grabbed by her. He "swung" it hard up and down twice, and then quickly bounced it away. She looked up at this strange woman,
Still can't see it from under the heavy and neat hair curtain
Her eyes. When shaking hands, Yin Huan noticed that there was a white bracelet hanging on her wrist. Are these Buddhist beads? She glanced at them. The beads were all white, like clouds and jade. The center of each bead
They all have golden lines, some are thin
Thin threads are in the center or a little off; some are moiré gold threads, which are cleverly connected with the patterns of other beads. Since their patterns are naturally connected on the bracelet, Yin Quan suspects that they are made from the same piece of material.
Generally speaking, people will
We selected parts made of different materials but with the same texture for matching, because their prices are also different. It is rare to find such slightly messy jewelry that is difficult to price. Tridacna with gold threads in the middle is hard to find, and the worst moiré pattern is
The rich and powerful might still be able to afford it.
The main thing is...this bracelet doesn't match her overall appearance, so it looks particularly eye-catching.
"Ah? You are looking at this. This is what I want to bring to a friend. He needs it very much... Well, what is your name? You seem to be unable to speak. I met a girl who looks very similar to you many years ago.
She is deaf. Perhaps you called her her, so I asked her to change her name and cured her deafness."
At that moment, Yin Huan suddenly realized.
She remembered that they were still young at that time, and Ling Quan's name was not Listening Ling, but Linglong Ling. This matter was only mentioned casually by adults after they grew up. They must be both
I can’t remember. At that time, there was no way to cure Ling Quan’s ear. It happened that one
A fairy girl passed by the house and used her own practice to save her ears. Because it had been too long and she had no memory, it was inevitable that she felt strange when she saw this woman. But knowing this matter can still deepen her knowledge.
There are indeed very few people who remember deeply, and they are not easy to come across.
"I don't have a name, people call me Guixiangu." She let out a low chuckle, "I am so lucky to meet you."
Yin Huan nodded in a daze. She was a little at a loss and didn't know what to say, let alone she couldn't say it.
"You don't want to talk?" She could see it, "You two sisters are really..."
Yin Huan wanted to say something, but she just couldn't say it. She hadn't spoken for a long time, and she didn't get better even after taking Master Lintian's prescription several times. Would Guixiangu still help her? She didn't know, and she didn't know what to do.
Asking for help. Besides, she didn't have much money to pay. I saw Guixiangu picking up her chin and thinking for a long time.
"I understand, I understand... you are the reincarnation of Kalingbinga."
How did she know? Could it be that she could tell just by looking at it? Even Lintian Master was about to enter trance... Yin Huan nodded slightly in response.
"You can still speak, but you still don't want to say it deep down - if you don't want to, then there's nothing anyone can do about it. No matter how anxious you are, it's useless... You think you are willing, but you still can't speak. I can't help
You have to rely on yourself to fall in love with you. You can actually open your mouth and speak... You are afraid. You are afraid that if you open your mouth, someone will die because of you."
Yin Huan was stunned there, not knowing what to say. Maybe she was right, because she was indeed secretly worried in her heart. As the saying goes, "Misfortune comes from the mouth," especially when her voice contained huge energy, she was very worried.
Even if her voice recovers, she can't control it well. What is the source? Volume, or emotion? The cost of trial and error is too heavy, and she doesn't want others to pay unnecessary costs.
She fell into silence. Or rather, she was always silent.
At this time, black marks suddenly appeared on the face of the person who called herself Guixiangu. Judging from the position and direction of flow, could it be tears? But how could they be black? And they looked very sticky. Could they be...
…blood? Black blood?
Yin Huan showed a look of surprise, and she reached out and pointed hurriedly at Guixiangu's face. She probably realized something, and stretched out the back of her hand to wipe it from her face. The black marks disappeared and did not spread on her face. She was pale.
Their skin was stained with these ink-colored things, but soon they faded and disappeared in front of the two of them.
What on earth is this...? At least the owner of "Tears" didn't seem to be in any discomfort. Guixiangu spread her hands and explained:
"Nothing, nothing, this is a normal thing... My eyes are broken, but I can still see things. It just happens when I look at it for too long and get too absorbed. It's not a bad thing, it's just like this - it's very...
trouble."
Yin Huan seemed to know why she was called Ghost Fairy Girl. Even in the daytime, when two dark marks fell on her pale face like this, everyone who saw it felt shuddering. She wiped off the liquid casually, but fortunately
This kind of thing won't stain anything. Then Guixiangu straightened up and stretched. She lazily said to Yin Huan:
"Why are you here alone? You don't look like you are with your family. Could it be...Actually, you were attracted by something and ran away from home?"
Although the guess was not accurate, it was still close to ten. Yin Huan hesitated for a while, not sure whether he should nod or not.
"Did you know? Garuda's dead body...you must be able to feel it. Its bones were beaten into a demon sword, but about a few hundred years ago, it suddenly awakened and wanted to devour its owner."
Yin Huan seemed to have heard this story, but it was just a legend, and she heard it a long time ago, so she has no impression now. Now that Guixiangu mentioned it, she listened to it again with full concentration.
"Originally, its owner had a very hard time maintaining his own life. His friend Shuangyue Jun found many ways... and finally made a good deal with Yama Demon and let him do the Six Paths of Impermanence. What a coincidence, it happened at that time
Something went wrong and he was in danger of life or death
At that moment, the sword spirit of the demon sword died together. But why did there have to be a mistake at that time? This also makes sense - because one of the seven magical weapons of the Biluo Islands, the divine bird Garuda
The heart started beating again."
Yin Quan suddenly had a very special feeling. She couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but when Guixiangu said the last sentence, she felt vaguely uneasy. Of course she was not born at that time, not even her father
, Grandpa, and Great Grandpa don’t exist yet. According to Guixiangu, the re-beating glass heart resonated with Garuda’s bones, which activated the ferocious nature of the sword spirit. But... why did it appear at that time?
Start beating?
Guixiangu knew her doubts, after all, she had set up the suspense. Fortunately, she did not bully the mute, and continued to explain without giving up for a while: "This is another story. There was a wealthy businessman who had an affair with his wife in his early years.
He had a daughter, but since he was not a son, he was not prepared to let her inherit the family business. He also planned to have another one. But
There was no birth in the next few years. It turned out that the wife had a heart disease, which became more and more serious every year, and finally passed away. The wealthy businessman and his wife were deeply in love, and they decided not to renew their relationship, but to seriously raise the child alone.
.He is a strict father... He has instilled too many heavy things into that child since he was a child, including the familiarity of businessmen.
Knowing the evil of human nature, the child has never been very happy. She doesn't run or jump very much. She is either studying or settling accounts all day long. When she became an adult, they found that she could no longer run a few steps. In her early years, she still dared to get up early and work late at night.
Clearing goods and accounting with her father. She inherited her mother's heart disease, and the father became afraid. But
It was still too late. His daughter suffered from the disease without early treatment when she was a child. The wealthy businessman himself was old and frail. Many things that he had to do personally were taken over by his daughter. He could not control or stop him. She was in her mid-twenties and did not get married.
She took over all of her father's business. As time passed, her daughter naturally died - of a heart attack."
A wealthy businessman reaches middle age, but his hair is all white.
A wealthy businessman learned of a way to store corpses permanently.
A wealthy businessman went bankrupt in search of a miracle doctor, a secret recipe or even a forbidden technique that could save his daughter.
And this is easier said than done? When his daughter was still alive, he had already sought medical treatment everywhere, but it was extremely difficult to cure this inherited disease. It was nothing more than resting, resting, and maintaining his mentality... But his daughter had already been treated by him.
He was taught to be like that. Although he seemed quiet, he was ambitious. He didn't want to lie at home sickly, and he was used to such a fast-paced life. It was only a matter of time before a white-haired person sent a black-haired person to him.
.
But... there is no perfect way.
Before the rich businessman died, he got a heart.
A crystal clear glass heart.
Put it into the daughter's complete body, and then sew the skin and flesh completely.
Then, the heart starts beating.
Then, the skeleton wakes up.
Everything is irreversible.
"That woman is still alive now." Guixiangu put her hand on her chest and said vowedly, "I met her not long ago! It was just a one-time encounter... You will definitely see her,
Kalingbinga lets you see her."
Ye Yinyu didn't feel very good.
The familiar feeling of disgust resurfaced. She hated the color red, she hated her previous life, and she hated everything that had been arranged by fate. She felt distressed and troubled, but there was nothing she could do. It seemed that in the eyes of everyone who knew about it, she was not her.
She is just a container, a symbol of the existence of a dead person. The half-demon that has long been wiped out in the long river of time has turned into a crimson ghost, traveling through time and space for thousands of years, lingering around this future generation.
She is silent, but you know she is there.
"You don't seem to be happy - well, I shouldn't say this, I shouldn't make you unhappy. But it's okay, you, live a good life. You care about this, good, this is a good thing. You need time
Always remember who you are... If you feel that you are someone else, then you are someone else; if you feel that you are yourself, then you are yourself."
She didn't say anything. Guixiangu's eyes also had problems that she didn't know about - but she could see more clearly than anyone else. Probably this was also a kind of magical calculation that could clearly understand her own thoughts. But Yin Quan
I'm somewhat grateful, at least she supports herself as an independent person...even if it's just polite.
They didn't chat for too long. After all, Yin Huan couldn't speak. Besides, she didn't have anything to say. After so many years, Guixiangu no longer saw Linghua. Their routes were different. Guixiangu wanted to find Muyue.
Jun, so the two soon parted ways. Walking on the desolate road, Yingyue Jun stopped talking, and Yin Huan didn't know if she was still there.
When she heard Guixiangu speak, she had no real feelings. After the separation, she could no longer suppress her longing for her family.
