"Don't you think you made a mistake?" Song Ling frowned and looked at Xiaoyu and said, "Forget it, you're right, I'm not interested. Let's talk about the other owner of this dream."
The depressed Xiaoyu seemed unable to hear Song Ling's words. He sat crookedly on the bedside with empty eyes and his head and body twitching constantly.
Song Ling had just given a small punishment, but Xiao Yu, a mortal body, could no longer bear it. Song Ling could only put her fingers on the ground and let her take a breather.
And the change happened suddenly at this moment.
The earth hung upside down, the forest spread across the sky like clouds, and the house furnishings slowly melted like candles, finally forming a small black pool at Song Ling's feet.
Half of the little fish's body was under the pool.
In the distance, an illusory figure is getting closer and closer.
When the person came closer, Song Ling saw clearly that it was the woman with a blurry face from before.
"After seeing this, do you still want to stop me?" the woman asked.
Her voice was like a heavenly voice in this strange scene.
"If they really did something wrong, I won't stop you." Song Ling answered truthfully.
Before the woman spoke, Song Ling continued: "But from what I have seen so far, isn't it just Xiaoyu who hurt you? Why did you drag so many people into the water and kill them? You will definitely not be able to go to Jiuyou in the future.
Reincarnation."
The woman stepped on Xiaoyu's head, hunched slightly, and said in a contemptuous tone: "What else do I ask for reincarnation? I just want the person who harmed me to be crushed and ashes scattered."
Sure enough, she is Mrs. Mu's daughter, the Qiushui in Xiaoyu's mouth.
"Where are the others? Have others harmed you too?" Song Ling asked tentatively.
Qiu Shui's face was revealed at this moment.
She has long eyebrows on her temples, slightly raised phoenix eyes, and she carries a good skin.
After crushing the small fish into the pool, Qiu Shui raised his chin, his eyes were as cold as the cold wind in autumn, and said: "You don't know anything, but you still want to come in and save people. This is what you monks call compassion."
?"
In and out of words, Qiu Shui seemed to be prejudiced against monks.
The pool was bubbling and bubbling.
It didn't take long for the movement to slowly start to get smaller.
Seeing this, Song Ling put her hands behind her back, and with her spiritual energy flashing under her fingers, she sent fresh air into the water and wrapped the little fish's mouth and nose, so that she would not die now.
After doing this calmly, Song Ling raised her eyes and said calmly to Qiu Shui: "Yes, I don't know anything. If you want, you can tell me everything like you did in the dream just now. If there is any
Whatever I can do to help you, I will do my best, no matter the cost."
"You..." Qiu Shui frowned.
Qiu Shui was obviously very surprised by Song Ling's attitude.
But she was no match for Song Ling, so after knowing Song Ling's unyielding attitude, she weighed the pros and cons and chose to tell the truth.
In fact, most of the story has already been played out once in the dream. Qiu Shui got two doses of medicine from her mother, Mrs. Mu. She originally planned to take it, but was stopped by Xiaoyu who came out in a hurry.
The two hid in the house and chatted for a long time.
During this period, Xiaoyu secretly changed Qiu Shui's medicine.
In Xiaoyu's words, he didn't know what the consequences would be if he changed his medicine. He only wanted to be able to safely become a saint and couldn't care about anything else.
This is where the tragedy begins.
Qiu Shui failed to wake up smoothly after taking Turtle Breath San, and everyone saw the death of the Saint. They naturally chose Xiao Yu as the new Saint, and held a funeral for Qiu Shui with great fanfare.
After the funeral, Mrs. Mu, who could not wait for her daughter to wake up, almost went crazy. After searching for famous doctors to no avail, Mrs. Mu hit her head on the coffin and died, choosing to leave with a determined and hopeless mood.
The fact is, Qiu Shui knows everything. She can hear everything in the outside world, but she can't open her eyes. She can only feel the passage of her life little by little, feel the grief of her parents, and count down her death in despair.
It was also at this time that Qiu Shui learned the truth.
But she has no way to take revenge.
Because after Xiaoyu became a saint, she began to have the opportunity to come into contact with Ran Zhao. From Ran Zhao, Xiaoyu gained a lot of knowledge that she would never have known before, and used it skillfully.
One of them is to completely cut off the possibility of Qiu Shui waking up.
Mrs. Mu hid Qiu Shui properly. Xiaoyu could not find it in Liuyun Ruins and could not leave Liuyun Ruins to go out to look for it, so she had no choice but to resort to this trick. Xiaoyu was really afraid that Qiu Shui would wake up. Once he woke up,
, Xiaoyu knew that his good days would be gone forever.
Ran Zhao is just a monk who is ignorant of worldly affairs.
Ran Zhao didn't understand Xiaoyu's calculations and didn't really want to know.
So even if Xiaoyu kept pestering Ran Zhao and asked questions, Ran Zhao didn't take it seriously. He would say anything and give pointers in his spare time. After all, in Ran Zhao's eyes, Xiaoyu is a pitiful person with only ten years of life.
People don't need to be careful.
What really made Xiaoyu have murderous intentions towards Ran Zhao——
It was that thunderstorm night.
"Ran Zhao came to find me and saw the soul-suppressing plate in my room." Xiaoyu crawled on the water in embarrassment and said in a whimpering voice: "She is a monk, and she could tell at a glance that there was a person locked under the soul-suppressing plate.
Soul, so start asking me the truth."
Qiu Shui folded his arms and stood aside with an indifferent expression.
It's like Xiaoyu is telling someone else's story.
"I was so scared that I just said it was my mother's soul and made excuses to cover up other things." Xiaoyu clutched her chest with one hand and was a little out of breath.
"But Ran Zhao is not such an easy person to fool. She will definitely come over to check out the Soul Resurrection Plate in your house later." Song Ling continued, "She wants to check later, and there are many ways. Even if you are a saint, you are just a
As a mortal, there is no way to stop her."
The little fish that was poked at the painful spot suddenly burst out with intense hatred.
She stared at Song Ling and asked loudly: "Aren't you here to save me? I'm still alive, she's dead! Who are you trying to save? Whose side are you on! Why do you always side with the dead?
That side? Why don't you save me?"
Song Ling shrugged noncommittally and replied: "No, you are wrong. I am here to uphold justice. Of course, I am on the side of the dead among the living evil people and the dead good people."
One sentence made all the color drain from Xiaoyu's face.
Even Qiu Shui didn't expect Song Ling to be so straightforward.
"Aren't you afraid of retribution?" Xiaoyu didn't give up. He crawled to Song Ling's side on hands and knees, stretched out his hand to pull Song Ling's clothes, and said: "Ran Zhao said, you monks can't kill people easily, you will be contaminated with karma.
Aren't you afraid of retribution? You saved me, I know I was wrong, and I will never do it again in the future. As long as you save me, I will definitely repay you in the future!"
A desperate person grabs a life-saving straw and refuses to let go easily.