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    Chapter 23 Left a Poem

    All the way westward, I kept going, walking into the wilderness, panicking and having nowhere to go, adding a bit of loneliness to my body. The moon has stuck out his head, hanging high in the world, looking at the world with contempt. I think they don't like the world just like me.

    Walking out of the city, away from humans, I flicked my hand to open the barrier, and the scene in front of me immediately changed.

    I took a breath. At this moment, I was in the ghost world, which was shrouded in a light, white mist, and the ghosts were hiding in it, ready to attack and tease the human beings who strayed. Ghosts don't have the guts to hurt me. Sneaky people are generally timid, but I didn't expect many people to be more timid than ghosts and would be scared by them.

    There is no ghost gathering to catch today, the road is very deserted, and I also try to be clean, and the appearance of me saves the ghost world into chaos.

    I walked through the bizarre bushes, the thorns that tangled endlessly, the weeds that the wildfires could not burn, and after walking for a while, I finally saw a quaint two-story building, which was a tavern.

    A lit human bone was inserted into the roof of the building, which made the small building brighter. It was a thigh bone. It is said that it belonged to a dead emperor in the Qin Dynasty. One can burn for hundreds of years. Bought for the price.

    It's just that I'm not looking for the owner of this tavern, but the cook, Uncle Pa.

    Even though I didn't want to, my appearance caused a commotion. As soon as I walked to the threshold, the drinkers sitting in the drink dispersed in a hurry. I saw a little green light flying out of the tavern, and the tavern owner, Sister Hua, yelled. They were asked to pay, and in the end they were scolded again. Sister Hua turned out to be from Suzhou, and she spoke softly from Wu Nong, and the scolding was pleasant.

    I waited for a while, looked up at the fleeing ghosts, and laughed to myself. Suddenly, the door opened from the inside, and there was Sister Hua in a Luo skirt.

    Sister Hua has a coquettish and good-looking face, an oval face, Yuanshandai, her small mouth pursed slightly, and now she is twisting her graceful waist, staring at me with her beautiful peach blossom eyes, and tears fall before she speaks, "You have no conscience. Yes, it hasn't been here for hundreds of years! I thought you wouldn't come out again."

    Sister Hua held a silk handkerchief and tucked the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Come in quickly." As she spoke, Sister Hua pulled me, and her face changed suddenly, probably because I was too light, and Sister Hua's beautiful eyes flashed. Leng squeezed my hand, "Shu Li, what's the matter with you, what about your strength? I said that we only felt your breath when you walked to the door. You were hurt so badly, who hurt you? ?"

    "An old monster." I answered indifferently, and followed Sister Hua into the tavern. There was no staff in the tavern, just a cook and a lady boss.

    "Monster? Shuli, you are very different from before, you..." Sister Hua looked at me up and down, "How can you be like a person?" I sighed and told her the matter, Sister Hua raised her eyebrows, "Shili, so that means that even a little monster can hurt you?"

    "It's more than a little monster, a little devil can hurt me too." I shrugged, my face full of helplessness, "Sister Hua, call the eighth uncle out, my spare human organs are gone, let him make them for me again. set."

    "Okay, you wait." Sister Hua quickly agreed, "Uncle Pa is in the backyard, I'll call him, don't move." While speaking, Sister Hua disappeared immediately. I was sitting in the shop and I was still a little tired after rushing all the way.

    How could it be my turn to be like this.

    It seems that I really should go.

    I secretly speculated that I felt that my breath was weaker. If it was a normal new soul who couldn't smell it and didn't know how to dodge it, I couldn't help but worry a little bit. I didn't want to be hurt by ghosts. Last time, that old locust tree and that old monster could hurt me, so I still have to be more careful.

    "Bang!" The store door was kicked open, followed by a rough voice, "Sister Hua, come out and see what goodies I brought you?"

    I was stunned for a moment, and saw a big man with a big shoulders and a round waist in a tattered military uniform rushing in, carrying a bag on his shoulders. Something was moving in the bag. It seemed that he was from the Qing Dynasty. He stared at the door first. Seeing me, he sniffed and frowned, but his heart was rough and he only looked at me with a hint of surprise and hesitation.

    "Erhu!" Sister Hua walked out from the back with small steps, peach blossom eyes stared at the bag in his hand, "I asked you to buy the goods, have you come back until now?"

    When Erhu saw Sister Hua, he forgot to smell a trace of danger just now. I saw that he was completely ecstatic. He scratched the back of his head and threw the bag to Sister Hua, "I brought back something good, this woman has been dead for several years. Now, although you are not old, your soul is still intact, so it will definitely be very nourishing to make soul soup."

    The ghost world has always had the habit of nourishing the soul, making soup with those souls who are lonely and nostalgic and unwilling to leave, so that their souls will not be scattered.

    Sister Hua's face looked better, she lifted her hand to untie the bag, and a wisp of soul flew out from the inside.

    Suddenly, I smelled a familiar scent, and I didn't have time to think about walking over. I flicked my hands to hold my soul, and my soul gradually took on a human shape. That pretty face surprised me, "Bai Xue, why are you?" Bai Xue stood tremblingly. There, when she saw me, she immediately started crying. Sister Hua and Erhu looked at me and seemed puzzled.

    "She's my friend." I said to Sister Hua, who was stunned for a moment and then gave Erhu a pink fist, Erhu grinned.

    "You idiot, why did you arrest your own people?" Sister Hua scolded Erhu, who was also a fool, didn't say a word when he was scolded, and smiled embarrassedly.

    Sister Hua glanced at Bai Xue and asked Erhu to come into the kitchen to get a bowl of soup, Erhu turned around and went into the kitchen without saying a word. "Sit down first, girl, don't be afraid, Erhu is not bad, but he is a bit stupid."

    Erhu came out with the soup, and stood aside embarrassedly, "Drink it quickly." Bai Xue looked at Erhu, then at us, and I nodded to her, she is a ghost, made from the soup from Sister Hua's house Very good, it can help the soul to stay. Bai Xue lowered her head and drank the soup, her mood also stabilized 1;148471591054062.

    "I smell it. This girl has a strong human atmosphere, and she must have stayed in the world for a long time." Sister Hua glared at Erhu, "Erhu, how dare you run into the world?"

    "No, no, I didn't go to the human world. I saw her in the ghost market. She was bullied by a few hungry ghosts, so I brought her here." Erhu said hurriedly. Ghost city? I was stunned for a moment. Sister Hua also looked at me, and I looked at Bai Xue, "Bai Xue, what are you doing here in the ghost city?"

    Bai Xue's breath was much better, and she looked sad, "I want to get my memory back."

    Bai Xue stared at me, "Jiang Liu, do you remember the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you gave me, I cry every time I smell sweet-scented osmanthus, I want to know why, I want to get my memory back. All I know is that I am looking for People, but I don't know who, I want to know how I died."

    "I heard from an old ghost that there are ghosts here that can reshape memories. I sold a wisp of my soul to an old ghost, and he gave me a soul-gathering pill, and I could leave the station without fear of losing my soul, and then I'm here, I didn't expect it to be so dangerous here."

    Reshaping my memory, I thought about looking at Sister Hua, and winked at her, "Sister Hua, I'm sorry." Sister Hua squeezed my face, but only got a mass of air, she sighed, " You, take care of you first. I told Uncle Pa, that old guy has built a lot of organs for you and is waiting for you, you go in and let him install it for you."

    "Thank you!" I smiled happily and turned to see Bai Xue, "Sister Hua, Bai Xue will be handed over to you, try to open up her previous life." Actually, these were trivial things for me in the past, but now I can't help Snow White.

    Sister Hua covered her mouth and smiled and waved to me, and asked Erhu to close the store again. I glanced at Bai Xue, reassured her, and then dodged into the backyard.

    The backyard is very spacious. I walked all the way to the hut in the far corner. Uncle Pa's hoarse voice sounded inside, "Come in." I agreed and walked into the hut. Uncle Pa was a thin man with an average appearance. He was killed in battle and had many arrow wounds on his body.

    At this moment, Uncle Pa is sitting on a pile of hearts, livers, and big waists, looking at me with cold eyes, "If you don't come again, you won't even be able to enter the ghost world, your body is too weak, and in a few days, we are little devils. The anger will hurt you." Uncle Pa complained, and I sat cross-legged in front of him quietly listening, "I have restrained my ghost qi, you can breathe."

    "Thank you." I smiled, I think my face must be very ugly.

    Uncle Pa blindfolded and began to perform surgery. He muttered words in his mouth. A bunch of gleaming worms emerged from the gap. I sat there watching these worms lift their hearts and climbed onto my body. They submerged with their hearts. My body was busy with my little feet in it. Every time I installed an organ, the batch of spirit worms would destroy itself, and then another batch would come up. After four hours of work, my organs were re-installed.

    With organs, my body suddenly sank. I took a deep breath, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and I stretched out, very satisfied, "Thank you, Uncle Pa."

    "Don't thank me first, you can help me send those spirit insects away first. Being able to do things for you can be regarded as the merit they have accumulated over the years. May they have an afterlife." Uncle Pa untied the cloth on his face and looked at me. I nodded, Uncle Pa continued, "In today's world, there are many disasters, you should be careful, you are weak, don't stay in the ghost world."

    I smiled, the corners of my mouth raised, it was because of the many disasters in the world that I appeared. Even if my grandfather didn't carry me out, I would have been born on my own. I stared at it and thought, I sent the spirit insect away, said goodbye to Uncle Pa and returned to the hall.

    Bai Xue looked sad, and Sister Hua also looked solemn. Seeing me coming out, Sister Hua stood up and said, "Shu Li, I can't help her."

    Can't help? I was puzzled, and Sister Hua continued, "I think she must have suffered a lot before she died. She has a strong memory and is not allowed to pry." Sister Hua glanced at Bai Xue and pulled me aside, "But she wants to find The people I think were the ones who killed her."

    I frowned slightly and remained silent. Sister Hua took out a handkerchief from her cuff, "This is the only thing I saw in her memory. I thought it was useless, so I didn't tell her it was just to make her annoyed." I tucked the handkerchief into my hand and said softly, "It looks like a poem, I copied it down."

    under the eroded colonnade

    between dreams and nothingness

    the sound of your name

    Interspersed with my sleepless hour

    your light red hair

    it's summer lightning

    With the power of sweet rape

    The back that undulates in the night

    dark water in a dream

    flowing among the ruins

    constitute you in nothingness

    Painful tresses are forgotten

    Warm shore at night

    horizontally slapping a piece

    The ocean in sleepwalking has nothing.

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