Chapter 22: The long-lasting hatred in life (Part 1)
Chu Ci's eyes shimmered as he carefully observed Shui Changdong's body.
"So that's the effect of the Soul Locking Technique."
The Soul Locking Technique itself achieves the effect of blocking memory by locking part of the soul. Now that Shui Changdong is dead, the effect of the Soul Locking Technique is still there.
However, as the main body of the soul has dissipated, it is useless no matter how powerful the Soul Locking Technique is. At most, this small part of the soul can persist for a while, and it will still dissipate over time.
"This is a good opportunity."
Looking at this group of remnant souls, Chu Ci was thoughtful.
To be honest, he felt that there was something wrong with the source of Shui Changdong's evil energy. Although he knew from his memory that he relied on the source of evil energy to generate evil energy, did he really get the source of evil energy accidentally?
To take a step back, even if Shui Changdong got it accidentally, how would he know how to use the source of evil energy? For ordinary people, if they get this thing, it is more likely to be invaded by evil energy and eventually become an evil thing that loses their mind.
Maybe this remnant soul can give him the answer.
Thinking of this, Chu Ci reached out his hand, touched the remaining soul, and activated his mind-reading ability.
The effect of the current Soul Locking Technique cannot stop him.
As the mind-reading skill is activated, pictures appear in front of Chu Ci like a movie.
There is heavy snowfall in a remote mountain village.
A little boy about six or seven years old stared blankly at the old woman next door who was still working, and said to the woman next to him: "Mom, that grandma is dying."
"Dong'er, don't talk nonsense." The woman glanced at the old lady next door and said with a smile: "Look at how strong her body is. If she is going to die, she will definitely live a long life."
"But she is about to die. Look, grandma's body is flying into the sky." The little boy pointed to the old man's position.
"You kid, you're talking nonsense." The woman frowned: "Grandma, if you can't just stay on the ground, why fly?"
"Let's go home. Mom will prepare delicious food for you tonight."
The little boy held by the woman's hand turned back three times with each step, muttering: "But grandma is just flying."
The next day, there was a funeral in the village.
The old woman of the Liu family left in the early morning.
Everyone in the village was talking, saying that the children of the Liu family were unfilial and made their old lady work on a snowy day, so they caught the cold and left.
The woman who knew this was very surprised and called the little boy over.
"Dong'er, how did you know that grandma was dying?"
The little boy frowned and gestured while saying: "There is another grandma in grandma's body, and that grandma is flying into the sky."
"Two grannies?" The woman was stunned, and after thinking for a long time she didn't understand what the little boy meant, and finally thought it was a coincidence.
After a few days, the woman became busy again and gradually forgot about the incident.
One day, the little boy ran home crying.
"Mom, hit me with two cents."
The woman quickly put down what she was doing: "Dong'er, what's going on?"
"I told Ermao that he was going to die. He was very unhappy and beat me." The little boy sobbed.
The woman's heart skipped a beat and she forced a smile: "Dong'er, don't talk nonsense. Isn't Ermao your best friend?"
"But he is about to die." The little boy cried and said anxiously: "His body is on fire."
"On fire? There is fire on him? Didn't anyone else notice it?"
"No, I told them that I had fire, and they all laughed at me, saying that Ermao was fine, but he didn't have fire."
It's probably some kind of game the kids are playing.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief and comforted: "Don't cry, this matter is your fault. A good boy can't talk about people's death casually. This is cursing others. Of course Ermao will be angry. Go to him tomorrow to apologize, and he will
Forgive you."
"Oh."
The little boy wanted to say something else, but in the end he said nothing.
It's a pity that Er Mao didn't hear the little boy's apology in the end.
That night, Ermao's house caught fire.
The cause of the fire was that the stove was left open all night, and a wooden bed happened to be placed not far away. The stove set the wooden bed on fire.
The good news is that it was discovered in time and the fire was prevented from spreading.
The bad news is that there was someone on the wooden bed that night, and it was Er Mao who slept there.
Ermao's parents were going crazy, and their hysterical cries could be heard from a long distance away.
The next day, the woman took the little boy to attend Er Mao's funeral.
At the funeral, a little girl pulled her grandma, pointed at the little boy, and said innocently: "Grandma, yesterday A Dong said that Er Mao was going to be burned to death, but he was really burned to death."
The little girl’s grandmother quickly covered the little girl’s mouth and warned: “Yaya, don’t talk like that!”
Although Yaya's voice was not loud, everyone nearby heard it and looked at the little boy and woman with surprised eyes.
The woman was on pins and needles and hurried back with the little boy after the funeral.
"Dong'er, no matter what you see in the future, don't say anything."
That night, the woman said a lot of things to the little boy in a sincere and thoughtful way, most of which he had forgotten, but he remembered this one sentence.
The next day, Yaya's unintentional remarks at the funeral were used as a conversation piece after dinner, and spread throughout the village.
But no one would take this seriously. They thought it was just a coincidence, except for Er Mao's parents.
After that, I lived a peaceful life for a long time, until half a year later.
One day, the sky was overcast, and the little boy was catching cicadas under the tree by himself.
I don’t know why, but since Er Mao died, the children in the village didn’t play with him, and even some adults avoided their family.
The little boy didn't know why, but Yaya secretly told him that Ermao's parents said something bad about their family in the village, so Yaya's family didn't let her play with the little boy.
The little boy doesn't get angry if he doesn't have any friends. He can play by himself.
The little boy held a small bamboo pole of nearly two meters with a thick layer of spider webs on it. He tiptoed close to the tree trunk and headed towards the cicada web on the tree with a "swish" sound.
"I know, I know——"
The little boy looked at the cicada flying away in annoyance, and just as he was about to chase it, a big hand suddenly placed on his head and touched his head.
"A Dong, what are you doing?"
Looking back, the little boy said happily: "Uncle Tian, I am catching cicadas."
"How many have been caught?"
"Not one." The little boy said dejectedly.
"Don't be discouraged, just come a few more times and it will be fine." Uncle Tian laughed, turned around and picked up the backpack behind him.
"Uncle Tian, where are you going?" the little boy asked curiously.
"Originally I was planning to go to the fields, but the firewood at home is running out. I want to go to the mountains to cut some firewood before it rains." Uncle Tian said with a smile: "I can't take you there today, maybe later.
It will rain."
The little boy suddenly froze and looked at Uncle Tian blankly.
"What's wrong? There's something on your Uncle Tian's face?"
The little boy hesitated for a moment and then said: "Uncle Tian, can you not go to the mountains?"
"Why?" Uncle Tian asked in surprise.
The little boy shook his head: "I can't say."
"You kid, you are teasing Uncle Tian." Uncle Tian laughed dumbly and touched the little boy's head several times: "Uncle Tian will be back soon, and he will bring back some of your favorite wild fruits." The little boy silently watched Uncle Tian's leaving figure. He saw that when Uncle Tian was talking about going to the mountains, the body of the other Uncle Tian became lighter and some dirt appeared on his clothes for no apparent reason.
The little boy wanted to speak out, but he remembered his mother's words and could not speak out what he saw.