Chapter 416: Sitting is worse than lying down
But if the sound is not muted, the struggle of a person before death will probably disturb him to death!
Jihua had nothing to do, the air in the cave was getting thinner and thinner, and the fire stick in her hand was already shaky.
Yaohua was going to lie down on the big bed and think of a solution...
It's better to sit than to stand, and it's better to lie down than to sit.
At this time, Yuhua saw something that seemed to be placed on a branch near the big bed...
Like a package…
Yaohua walked over and took down the package
"Puff" to remove the dust from the package
The green cloth package was covered with dust. It had been left here for a year or two at least.
"Hey, why is there a package here?" Mizuze Xian said as he took the Huozhezi from Yuhua's hand.
Yaohua is also very surprised. This thing is still on the branch...it doesn't look like it was brought in by someone who ate it.
Open the package and take a look---
Inside were a few pieces of clothing, some scattered silver coins, and a few large cakes as hard as discus...
There was one more thing that particularly attracted Jiehua's attention.
It was a white lotus seed, but it was about twice the size of an ordinary lotus seed.
Why do these things look so familiar---
Everything seems to be related to me, but I can't figure out what the relationship is...
Memory, deep memory--
Yaohua still couldn't remember it, but her sixth sense told herself that these must be related to her, otherwise she wouldn't feel familiar.
"What's wrong with you, Jihua?" Xian'er couldn't help asking when she saw Jihua staring at these things for a long time.
"I just feel very familiar, very familiar, but I don't know why it is so familiar," Yuhua said seriously
"It's the first time I saw these things. You can't remember it wrong." Xian'er also wanted to share the worries for Jiehua.
Yaohua shook his head. He might remember everything wrong, but he felt that nothing would go wrong...
When I opened those clothes, I saw that they were worn by my 13-year-old figure...
Could it be that part of my memory was lost at the age of 13?
Looking at the green cloth wrapped around the thing, isn't it the same color and fabric as the robe worn by the female monk in my dream?!
Could it be related to dreams?
Or is it because I have dreamed about it before that it feels familiar?!
This chapter has been completed!