"I'm sorry, Sister Yao...he is already dead, and now Longlong...can't do anything."
The man who called himself Long Long whispered, as if he was sorry that he could not save the child.
Since the death of the faceless woman, his voice has become much more powerful than before.
"Is he already dead..."
Only then did Chuanyun have the real feeling that the little unfortunate was dead.
When Chuan Yun came back to his senses, he found that the old woman had fallen aside, staring at her with a pair of cloudy eyes, as if he wanted to remember her appearance before he died. Her face was older than before, and her aura was gradually weakening.
.
At this rate, it's only a matter of time before she dies of old age.
What is going on here?
It was obviously not like this before, why did it suddenly change?
Ever since I entered this mysterious village, every place here has revealed absurdity, the dragon blood tree, the villagers who have grown old for no reason, the faceless woman...
Especially her, her soul was out of her body, and she also waved an invisible whip inexplicably.
Sichuan Hun's heart suddenly trembled, and he remembered the crazy woman in his dream. She had a long whip tied around her waist.
Is that it?
Wearing a long whip, a black felt hat, and black clothes and robes, I recalled in my mind that woman's solemn face and cold and ruthless look, and suddenly I felt that her outfit really looked like what a faceless woman would call a sinister person.
Thinking of the scene when I dreamed of her for the first time, it was by the River Styx.
Could it be...she is really a shady person?
Could it be...that it really wasn't a dream? That woman really shared the same body with him? But he had already left his body? What about her? Where is she?
And how could the soul-beating whip be in his own hand?
Thinking of her once saying: "I am you."
Thinking of this, Chuan Yun felt his scalp numb and cold sweat breaking out all over his body. He felt that all this was even more ridiculous than the faceless woman he met in front of him.
"What happened?"
At this moment, she desperately wanted to figure out the whole story. The owner of this voice knew her, and she had a feeling that it would definitely give her a satisfactory answer.
As soon as Chuan Yun finished speaking, the golden light came out of Chuan Yun's forehead and stopped in his forehead. The light was dimmer than before.
The weak light shook her, and instead of answering she asked eagerly: "Sister Yang, have you forgotten Longlong?"
There was a mixture of expectation and fear in his tone, fear of hearing an answer he didn't want to hear.
"Who are you?" Chuanyun asked in response.
"Longlong is Longlong." The golden light flashed, and his tone was very disappointed, "Sister Yang said that this place is suitable for dragons to practice, and you will come to see Longlong often, but it has been ten thousand years, and sister Yang has not come once.
"
"Sister Yao has forgotten Longlong." Longlong felt aggrieved.
a thousand years……
Chuanyun was shocked: "Do you know me?"
"Of course Longlong knows Sister Yang."
"who I am?"
"Sister Ya~"
Chuanyun:......
Asking is equivalent to asking in vain.
She thought for a moment and changed her question: "How did you become like this?"
The golden light didn't answer, and the light ball dimmed. After a moment, like a child who had done something wrong, he cautiously said: "Sister Yang, you...see for yourself!"
The light group suddenly flashed wildly, and the life of the dragon's blood tree was extracted from the undead areas, gradually pouring into the light group between Chuanyun's eyebrows. Suddenly, the golden light vibrated, and the entire bottom of the tree was filled with light. Those
The flowing black and purple mist stopped, and each mist began to flash pictures. She looked carefully and found that it was actually the life of each child.
Each of these flowing mist is actually a soul fragment!
Looking at the mountains of corpses piled up in the corner and the unlucky little corpse, Chuan Yun felt sad.
Everyone in the Bai family died in front of her, and she couldn't save them, not only Master Bai, but also Mrs. Bai, and so did the little unlucky guy.
Thinking of Bai Erlang who had his memory wiped and was taken away by immortals to practice Taoism, Chuanyun suddenly regretted not telling Bai Sanlang earlier that he was not alone in this world.
Chuanyun was still immersed in guilt. At this time, a wisp of black-purple mist backed by golden light floated over, and she came back to her senses and looked back.
What I saw flashed in the mist was the life story of a woman named Aying.
It's the name of the faceless woman.
She carefully watched Aying transform from a babbling child into a lively and lovely little girl.
Her father is an elegant scholar, and her mother is a gentle and virtuous woman, who behaves like a down-and-out aristocratic lady.
The family is very well off.
Because her parents were very loving and they only had one daughter, her childhood was particularly carefree.
Compared with the girls in the same village, she lived a very happy life and was the object of their envy and jealousy. Therefore, no girl was ever willing to be friends with her.
She was very lonely during her childhood.
There is an ancient tree in the center of the village, which is quite spiritual. Many people are willing to travel thousands of miles to seek marriage, heirs, and even a future, and it is extremely effective.
Chuan Yun looked at it and was sure it was the dragon's blood tree.
Aying heard from the old people that the tree had been there for a long time, and she didn't know how many years ago. This is how their village was called "Old Tree Village".
So she likes to talk to the tree hole in the trunk of the ancient tree about her thoughts, and about such trivial matters as that kid in the village bullied her again.
She just talked, but never made a wish. This talk lasted her entire childhood.
As a girl, Aying was prettier than the girls in the same village. All the matchmakers who came to the village to propose marriage had passed the threshold, but none of them could impress her parents.
They only have one daughter, so they naturally want to choose a good one and hope that their daughter will have a happy life.
This process of picking and choosing finally dragged on until she was twenty-nine years old. Girls of the same age in the village had already gotten married, their children were running around, and Aying became a famous old girl around the village.
Her parents were a little anxious, so they finally chose a scholar in the county who was already in his prime, and happily married off their daughter with almost their entire family wealth as a dowry.
But within a year, Aying suddenly returned home alone, her clothes in tatters, and her body covered with injuries, kneeling in front of the house.
When her elderly parents saw this, her mother fainted. Her father was so angry that he pointed at the sky and cursed that the scholar was not a human being. He actually stopped his wife and married another. Her mother woke up. Mother and daughter held each other's arms and cried. Her father sat aside and continued to cry.
sigh.
Finally, the elderly couple left the house early the next morning while their daughter was still sleeping.
Chuanyun guessed that the couple went to the county town to find A Yingfu's family to ask for an explanation for their daughter.
As soon as the screen flashed, Aying was seen wearing a full suit, kneeling in front of the mourning hall and burning paper money. There were two rows of people above the mourning hall, and they were her old parents.
Kawa Yun was a little surprised when they died.
Perhaps the memory of that period was too heavy, and the soul fragment did not want to recall it. She did not see what exactly happened, but she could make some guesses.
Just in the blink of an eye, Aying's hands were dripping with blood, and she was kneeling in front of the ancient tree in a miserable state. She kept kowtowing and muttered words, as if she was making a wish.