Mrs. He showed pity on her face: "Other people's life is as long as several decades, but Ya Ya's life is too short, as short as morning dew..."

"She has experienced countless short lifetimes, and it is difficult for my husband and I to imagine how long Xiao Ya Ya had been wandering alone in difficulty before meeting us, and how many times she had stubbornly devoted herself to the long river of life..."

"But she is very lucky to be able to survive until she is a teenager. Most of the little Ya Ya don't live to be 5 years old, and she will always die from various reasons."

"So most of the soul form she came back was in the form of a child, like now she can grow up, I have never seen it."

"And the 'poisonous oath' issued by little Ya Ya did give her the power to take root in the world. Although Qingniang told us that this is no longer a poisonous oath, but a curse in disguise, Ya Ya still prefers to use thisA way to keep yourself alive."

"Just like this, I don't know how long the years like this lasted. From our youth to our twilight years, Xiao Ya Ya is still struggling to resist."

"Until the moonlit night a hundred years ago, Qingniang bid farewell to us, and she was about to start a new life. At that time, perhaps God had already hinted that a fork in our destiny had appeared."

"Things are not people..."

Mrs. He murmured these four words.

At this time, the rose-colored giant flame above their heads had already climbed up to their heads, and the divine light on Zhang Fanyu's back was separated from the sky, suffering the burning that switched to black flames in his field of vision.

There was a burning pain in his back.

And speaking of Mrs. He here, the thread on her body also burned from the inside out. She was really like a piece of broken wool, which was quickly burned out.

"Qingniang died unexpectedly in the end, Ya Ya also disappeared not long after Qingniang left us, since my husband and I still had a breath, stubbornly waited for Ya Ya to come back, and then I couldn't hold on anymore, and turned into a ghost wandering like a ghost. The Dream Inn is reluctant to leave."

"Even when Qingniang's ghost came back to the inn, Ya Ya still hasn't come back, so Qingniang did not hesitate to create a space for us to wait..."

"But this time the wait is too long." Mrs. He's voice was full of unspeakable vicissitudes.

The variegated thread group burned, releasing dim colored light groups in the figure, which fell in Zhang Fanyu's eyes, and Mrs. He only burned a small half of her body.

Xiang Ya stared blankly at Mrs. He, whose body was becoming more and more illusory, and she slightly forced Zhang Fanyu's big hand to cover her ears.

The ear canal suddenly filled with all kinds of chaotic sounds, and the familiar pain was all stuffed into the body at once.

At this moment, the memory was forcibly cleaned to the maximum value, and even all the memories from the birth of this life to the present were cleaned up, empty.

The burning flames in the sky raised their attacks high, but stopped eerily.

Time seems to stand still.

All the chaotic sounds were suddenly pulled so far away that they were almost inaudible.

Xiang Ya's heavy breathing was left in the space, and the causal thread inside He Niangzi's body continued to burn, as if it could make a slight "beeping" sound.

Zhang Fanyu was slightly stunned, and was stunned to leave his protection and walk forward with difficulty to Xiang Ya.

He still couldn't see Xiang Ya, but he could feel that she was walking in the direction of Lady He.

He immediately took out the [Contact Paperman], but he could no longer connect with Xiang Ya. Zhang Fanyu had a strong intuition that Xiang Ya was losing all his memories.

Zhang Fanyu said in a trance: 'What will people with blank memory do? ’

Stumble and walk on muscle memory? Or stand there in a daze?

Or like Xiang Ya, who he couldn't see at this moment, following the instinct to go to the light...

Xiang Ya in front of her was struggling to move forward step by step alone. The distance between her and Mrs. He was only three steps, but it seemed like she was going to walk for a lifetime.

At this moment, regardless of Xiang Ya's memory loss thousands of times, her mind is not as clean as a baby's, and her throbbing soul is trying desperately to learn how to call that sound—

"Ah... mother..."

Her body couldn't support the last step, she suddenly fell forward, and was firmly embraced by Mrs. He with the remaining strength.

Xiang Ya raised his head ignorantly, stared at her face gradually returning to youth, and lowered his eyes to look at Madam He.

"Ah... mother..."

"Hey." There were tears in Mrs. He's eyes.

She was gently watching Xiangya learn how to call her mother again, and at the last moment when the karma line dissipated, she gently responded to Xiangya's call.

At the same moment, Xiang Ya slammed into the ground with both knees, the breath of hugging her was completely annihilated, and the chaotic sound that was pulled away galloped back, the flames on his head were even more ferocious, and the blue light on Zhang Fanyu's back was like a cracked pattern. Cracked inch by inch.

The blood pendant hanging around his neck simultaneously produced numerous spider silk-like cracks.

Far away in the small temple in Pingchuan City, old man Zhou suddenly felt a stuffy and colic pain in his heart. He woke up from his sleep panting and sweating profusely.

Old Man Zhou's face suddenly became older, as if he was about to die at any time.

"A Yu..."

"Is it an unavoidable disaster..."

The old man Zhou murmured in fear, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at the small statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva placed in the corner of the house.

...

And at this moment, the portrait originally held in his hand was transformed by the ancient Shen Zhiliu, and he didn't know when it fell at Xiang Ya's feet, and Xiang Ya's eyes moved slowly while kneeling on the ground.

The white fog in all directions burned down to only one side, and the majestic heat even burned less than one meter away from Xiangya and Zhang Fanyu.

There was no way to help the two escape in the narrow space, and the goal of Black Fire was very clear - it wanted to burn down all those who knew the secret.

The sense of suffocation and despair with nowhere to escape rose from the heart, and then spread silently.

Behind him, Zhang Fanyu has already strode forward, and, following his self-consciousness, he touched Xiang Ya's shoulder.

"Ya Ya, are you okay?" He said anxiously, "I'll help you block for a while, there must be something useful in the prop space, yes, we also have [Observation Kaleidoscope], it can find strange places in space......"

At this moment, Zhang Fanyu's brain is still running wildly, desperately thinking about how to get rid of the fire that will burn them both to death.

While talking, he stabilized Xiang Ya's emotions. Even if Xiang Ya never answered his words, he quickly took out the kaleidoscope from the prop space with the other hand.

But as soon as the props were taken out, a slightly loud tearing sound rang from below.

In Zhang Fanyu's field of vision surrounded by black flames, a beam of white light suddenly shot up from bottom to top.

It turned out to be Xiang Ya silently tearing apart the ancient painting that the ancient Shen Zhiliu turned into.

White light emerges from ancient paintings.

As the white light became more and more grand, the screeching sound that was dense and harsh like the bite of nymphs and ants became louder and louder.

Xiang Ya's upper body leaned slightly towards the light mouth, and the white light illuminated her quiet and ignorant profile.

The lifeless vitality grew from under her eyes.

She couldn't help reaching out to Bai Guang, and her hand touched a thin film, which happened to block her way.

Zhang Fanyu felt the white light, and a huge surprise came out of his heart. He squatted down and learned to move his hand toward Ya to reach into the white light, but he was able to pass through the transparent membrane without hindrance, even under the white light. The force was pulling him down hard.

He immediately grabbed Xiangya's hand on the edge of the middle with his backhand, and led her into the white light.

With Zhang Fanyu as the medium, Xiang Ya can also follow the torn ancient paintings.

Before leaving, Zhang Fanyu saw the mighty flames blowing just above, like a hurricane sweeping the situation, and the flames were burning even white light.

Xiang Ya, who was the last to leave, almost got licked by the flames on her feet.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, they all seized this opportunity, and the white light or the ancient painting has been completely burned.

The transmission channel has been destroyed, and even the black fire that can burn the cause and effect of all things has not been able to keep up.

Zhang Fanyu subconsciously hugged Xiangya with the other hand, and the feeling of weightlessness continued. After an unknown amount of time, the two finally fell into a pond.

Zhang Fanyu suddenly stuck his head out of the pool water and raised Xiang Ya anxiously. The moment she fell into the water, she fainted.

When he came to this space, he felt that his vision and hearing had returned, and he could vaguely see Xiang Ya's appearance.

He kept calling: "Yaya? Ya Ya..."

It's a pity that Xiangya's breathing is weak, and he loses all responses to the outside world.

Zhang Fanyu gritted his teeth, narrowed his eyes, and tried to find a way out of his hazy vision.

The space here is now night, Zhang Fanyu suspected that this was the dreamland where the rest of the sleepers were in, he breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth, and prepared to swim to the shore with Xiangya half-laden.

The pond in front of him grows disc-shaped things, which can't be seen clearly in the dark. In addition, Zhang Fanyu has weak eyesight. He thought it was lotus leaves that grew out of the pond, and pushed aside these slightly soft "lotus leaves". .

After swimming for a while, Zhang Fanyu suddenly straightened his head and looked into the distance, but he still couldn't see how much closer to the far-straight shore.

Zhang Fanyu thought that the pond should be very big, and the place where they fell into the water should be right in the middle.

To swim from the middle to the opposite side, you need to cross a large group of densely growing lotus leaves.

He frowned and was about to lower his head when his eyes accidentally skipped a huge round leaf in the upper right corner not far away, and the leaf was just facing the two of them.

Whether it was an illusion or not, he seemed to see a human-like sight on the leaves.

Zhang Fanyu's heart sank, adjusted his posture of guarding Xiangya, and swam towards the leaf with some effort.

He wanted to make sure it wasn't his delusion.

Just as he swam to the front of the leaves, there was an eager voice from the shore.

"Brother Fanyu, run, run!" The voice was very familiar.

However, Zhang Fanyu's hearing did not fully recover. No matter how loud Shen Zhiliu, who was on the shore, risked his position exposure, he tried to shout loudly and fell into the ears of the party in danger. clear.

Zhang Fanyu didn't look towards the shore, and his attention was almost focused on the "leaf" in front of him.

When the "leaf" was blown by the wind, it tilted toward them even more, revealing the dark-gray dead face under the dim moonlight.

The surrounding "lotus leaves" don't know when they are getting closer and closer. At this moment, it is not the wind that blows their faces down, but these "lotus leaves" consciously look at the living person in the middle of the pond.

Countless black and gray dead faces looked over with expressionless faces.

Zhang Fanyu felt the gazes from all directions, like seeing him and Xiang Ya as dead objects, and the dead face with the corners of his mouth grinning in front of him.

"what!"

The bombing ghost sound exploded very close, a veritable sonic attack.

The author says:

Today is such a big thing, can hardly even code words