Di Qin held Di Guiling's hand and walked aimlessly on the street.
Just now, the ghost told her that this is a world where nothing is respected. It is divided into two continents, namely the End Continent and the Counter Continent.
And now, the place they are in is the Moomue Kingdom on the opposite continent.
The life of these two mother and daughter is extremely difficult. They depend on each other for life and have to endure hunger from time to time.
Just because ghosts have no father...
But Di Qin absolutely didn't believe that Guiling's father was dead!!
If he is dead, why is there always a sentence echoing in his mind - "If you want me to take responsibility, come to Fire Cloud Kingdom to find me. Gold and silver are yours to choose."
This sentence was said by a man, most likely the child's father.
"Mom, where should we go next?" Guiling walked on the street, looking at the delicious and fun things around, but quickly looked away. They had no money, and eating was a trouble...
Di Qin touched a money bag hanging on his waist and curled his lips, "Let's leave first..."
Before he finished speaking, Di Qin suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw that the ghost suddenly had sweat on his forehead, his lips turned black, his face turned pale, and his pair of spiritual eyes were dim at the moment. She sat on the ground, lowered her head.
Sobbing softly, "Mom, tomorrow seems to be July 14th..."
July 14th? Ghost Festival? So what?
Inexplicably, Di Qin felt panicked and hurriedly squatted on the ground. Looking at the ghost with a face full of pain, his heart ached, "What happened on July 14th?"
"July, July 14th... is Guiling's birthday, mother, don't you remember?" After finishing this sentence with difficulty, Guiling fell headlong into Di Qin's arms, where she was already completely dead.
The black lips made Di Qin feel distressed just looking at them
But Di Qin quickly calmed down and thought about what the ghost said.
She said that July 14th was her birthday... and now, looking at the sky, it should be eleven o'clock, and it would be the Ghost Festival at twelve o'clock
Could it be that this Ghost Festival has anything to do with ghosts?
After a while, Di Qin, who was sitting on the ground holding the ghost in his arms, realized that they were surrounded by many doubtful people.
"Is she poisoned?" A gentle and elegant voice sounded in his ears, and Di Qin looked up.
But she saw a handsome man wearing a purple robe trimmed with gold, standing in front of her with an entourage in black. He had long hair that poured down to his waist like a waterfall, and a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes that were gently raised, deep and
He was enigmatic and exuded an evil but majestic temperament. Standing there, he looked like a god descending from the sky.
"No," Di Qin replied lightly, then picked up Guiling. Perhaps because she had been squatting for too long, her feet were a little numb. When her legs softened, she fell to her side.
Being hugged around the waist, a faint scent of tea hit his nostrils, making Di Qin frown in discomfort.
"Be careful. I think this little guy must have been poisoned. The corners of his lips are black. Why don't you come to my house and have a look? I have... the best doctor in the capital." Mo Duanjue said with a friendly smile.
no malice
Seeing this, Di Qin had to agree. In this case, it just saved the money for staying in the inn and seeing the doctor, so why not? If this man wanted something as collateral, she would wait for the ghost to wake up and take her with him.