There are bandits next to the farmhouse

Chapter 553 I Will Turn into a Handful of Clay

Xian Yu smiled and said: "Even if you really split, including Mo Xiaolin, there are at most two, where are the three?"

"Split? Will it really split? Will the soul also split?" Mo Linyuan seemed to be very curious about this topic suddenly.

Xianyu fell silent, thinking about what kind of interesting story to tell him.

When she was sick in her previous life, she knew she was going to die. In those days, she had read many stories about what happens to the soul after death.

I have seen a lot in ancient and modern China and abroad.

In order to ease the pain of being separated from her soon-to-be, she should tell him some anecdotes.

She said: "It is rumored that after a person dies, the soul will pass through the underworld and reach hell. Drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, forget the past, and enter the next reincarnation. Mountains, rocks, plants and trees have spirits, so the next reincarnation may not be a person."

"Then what will I become? What will you become?"

His deep voice twitched gently in her ears, as light as a spring breeze caressing a willow, as fine as a drizzle of moistening things, lingering into her body, until it made people tremble, but it also had a slight bitterness.

Xian Yu opened her mouth and said, "I don't know, maybe... the person who is worried about it will become another person, using someone else's body to complete the unfinished life."

"Really?" He asked in a low voice, "Then don't such a person need to enter reincarnation?"

Xian Yu shivered fiercely, and said: "Yes, she will not enter reincarnation temporarily, no one can miss anyone forever."

The person behind stood quietly holding her, without speaking for a long time.

Xianyu felt her legs a little sore, she turned her head and said, "Linyuan!"

"Ok?"

"What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking, what would happen if I entered the underworld!"

"Then... what do you want?" Xianyu asked in a low voice.

Mo Linyuan thought for a moment, then slowly said: "If my wish can be fulfilled, I would like to turn into a handful of dirt on the road to Huangquan."

"Mud?" Xianyu, who has read countless bizarre stories about the underworld, is the first to hear someone say that he will turn into a handful of mud, so he can't help being curious.

"why?"

"In that case, when you walk through the underworld, I can stick to the soles of your feet and follow you into the reincarnation of the next life, never to be separated."

Xianyu flickered, shocked.

She twitched the corners of her mouth and said, "But the soil is so humble and small, aren't you afraid that I won't see it?"

Xianyu thought for a moment, and then said something very unsightly.

"What if I change my shoes and wash my feet?"

But Mo Linyuan said: "Then I will wait for the next life, anyway, every time you pass by, you will take a piece of me with you."

"You..." Xian Yu bit her lip and said, "Then you are really stupid."

The person behind trembled slightly, and said, "Yes, I'm so stupid, then do you believe me, I really like a person, for her I am willing to turn into a handful of loess."

What he said today was strange and unlucky.

Xianyu faintly felt that he had something to hide from him.

But for Mo Linyuan, she must not be able to find out what he wanted to hide.

Xianyu could only sigh: "Okay, I believe you. If you want to turn into dirt, I will turn into a flower. How about you keep me?"

"Does the underworld also bloom?" He suddenly asked in surprise.

Xianyu was stunned for a moment, feeling a little speechless at once, but still nodded lightly and said: "Long, there is a kind of flower that feeds on dead bones and is bound by the sky full of dead souls. Use it as a guide, and with the souls of the dead to experience life, experience eight hardships And the tears we shed made a bowl of Meng Po soup, without it, where would Meng Po soup come from?"

(End of this chapter)