Chapter 14 Ye Ji is on Tuesday, please follow up(2/2)
She farted over it.
At the dinner table, Wang Xilou asked Ye Ji if she was the one who kept calling at Liu's house, and got a positive answer.
After the old lady passed away, her granddaughter kept clamoring to find her grandma. Yeji was quick to think and came up with this solution.
The supernatural events that frightened a group of adults in the Liu family were indeed caused by monsters.
After the old lady died, the children were competing for the old lady's inheritance, but this monster, which had been with the old lady for most of her life, was guarding the old lady's most important inheritance.
In Yuan Mei's "Zi Bu Yu", it is written at the beginning: "You must know that all kinds of things are not uniform. There are human beings but do not know the strange ones. There are strange kinds but there are those who are better than others. You cannot stick to one theory." In Yuan Mei's view, human nature is the
It is the nature of things, and the nature of things cannot be separated from human nature. The so-called monsters, spirits, ghosts and ghosts are all things that are different from humans, but what is seen in them is human beings, and they are also human nature.
There are bad people, and there are good monsters.
When talking about the old lady of the Liu family, Ye Ji, who has always been arrogant, also showed other expressions on her face.
"Why does Xiaoye want to continue to protect that little girl?" Feng Wuli asked.
"...Xiaoxiao is very similar to her when she was a child. I think this way, it will be like me being by her side again."
On the table under the tree in the backyard, there was delicious food, an 800-year-old zombie, a black cat that turned into a beautiful girl with long black hair, and a human cub who was born without a yang god.
The sun shines through the cracks in the trees, and there are mixed lights and shadows on the table. The sunlight, which is cut into pieces by the tree trunks and branches, falls on the girl's long, straight black hair, as if it is covered with the Milky Way, but there is loneliness in her eyes.
There were many flowers planted in the yard, and she looked at a withered woody flower on the wall.
"Human beings are really fragile, but they wither away in just a few decades."
Chapter completed!