"Hahaha, hahaha..."

After I finished speaking, the old lady who picked up bones raised her head, her rickety body seemed to be filled with unknown power.

She looked at the bright moon in the sky, and then laughed more and more crazily, while the souls around her were still moving forward unconsciously.

Comparing the two, the boundary between life and death is so clear and so ironic:

"Wrong way?"

As she spoke, two lines of turbid tears slowly fell down from her heavily grooved cheeks, and then she said in a hoarse voice:

"I have taken too many wrong paths in my life."

She turned her head again, her owl-like head carrying a deep chill:

"Little girl, do you want to know the most wrong path I have taken? Let me tell you-"

She stretched out her withered old palms and grabbed my wrist tightly. The rough palms rubbed my skin, making my heart tingle.

"I'm telling you," she stared at me closely:

"The most wrong path I took was when I fell in love with a man!"

"Since then, I have spent more than a hundred years in my life trying to atone for my wrong turn!"

I was horrified.

The emotion in Mingming's eyes is so sincere, why did the bone picker say this?

Could it be that somewhere I didn't see, there was a break between the two of them?

This emotional betrayal is no small matter, and the profession of the bone collector is so special. If something really happened to stimulate her, it would not be impossible for her to change her temperament...

At this moment, I even forgot about what she said about Bai Xuan being covered in dragon blood, and just quietly held her thin wrist:

"Mother-in-law, what happened?"

The bone-picking mother-in-law was about to speak when she heard someone calling me at the end of the street:

"Yu Xin!"

I turned my head subconsciously and saw Xiaolian holding a lantern and lightly holding the hem of her skirt, walking towards me.

The chatter of the lanterns came again on the wind—

“I said I was going to steal some offerings from ghosts, why don’t you…”

"Today's offering is also useful to me, why can't I steal it..."

"I haven't snatched it, I just want to try it..."

I'm afraid no one in this world can tolerate its long-winded mouth. Fortunately, Xiaolian is not a human.

At this moment, she quietly held the lantern, watching the moonlight of Chang'e getting darker and darker under the moonlight, and turned a deaf ear to his nagging.

Then he turned his attention to me, and saw the old lady who picked up bones, and her expression became slightly wary again:

"Yu Xin, this is..."

Lantern also closed his mouth, and then murmured in a low voice: "I've never seen one before, what a strange old woman."

The Bone Collecting Granny often lives in the mountains and old forests and rarely walks around in the streets. The lantern is used as a welcome lantern in an inn. It’s strange to see it!

The next moment, Xiaolian looked at the big iron pot on the side again, and was shocked for a moment by the thick rice porridge: "It smells so good!"

"Yu Xin, are you and this mother-in-law here to give alms and incense to the ghosts tonight?"

"Why didn't you call me?"

She happily pinned the lantern to a branch nearby, then picked up a large spoon from the pot and poured rice porridge from the sky into the empty porridge bowl beside her:

"You should have called me a long time ago! I am willing to do this kind of thing."

She said with a slightly wistful expression: "After all, not every ghost can be so lucky to meet someone like you."

"If I hadn't met you, I would either have become a vicious ghost who only knows how to kill, or I would have gradually become such a numb soul as the days and nights passed by, and finally dissipated silently..."

She laughed, handed a bowl of porridge to the ghost who walked in front of her, and asked thoughtfully:

"Isn't it delicious?"

"Wow, the incense ash added here is very good. It is full of yin energy. It will definitely nourish their souls."

I forgot that Xiaolian is also used to doing this kind of work. Her movements were so logical and quick that the bone-collecting grandmother and I were stunned on the spot, unable to get a word in at the moment.

But that’s fine too.

I quietly looked at the old woman who was picking up bones, and then quietly let go of her hand, and then stood aside silently.

But I saw the old lady who picked up bones looking at Xiaolian with a distant look:

"If I had died then, I would probably be like this now..."

She murmured, then touched her cheek:

"It turns out that I am already so old..."

Seeing that he was relaxed, I quickly held down her rickety body, and then quietly pushed her to the side:

"Mother-in-law, there are many ownerless and lonely graves in the barren mountains and wild fields. Tonight is a rare good day for hundreds of ghosts to walk at night. Let's ask them to quietly taste the incense."

Then he bent down and poured the cold, flavorless rice porridge into the ditch again.

The rice porridge eaten by the soul was poured into the ground at this moment, and it seemed to have turned into a pool of water and seeped into the ground, and soon there was no trace left.

Xiaolian didn't know what happened, but she saw the bone picker sitting there and asked with a smile:

"Mother-in-law, you have such a kind heart."

She only regarded this person as an ordinary old man with some small skills, and she never realized how many things he had done with this pot of porridge.

The bone-picking mother-in-law was stunned and did not refute for a moment.

I also squatted aside, holding Yintang down at this moment, and the familiar feeling surged in my eyes again.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a deep mountain and old forest in front of me.

In this deserted mountain, one can vaguely hear the chirping of insects and birds, making it extremely quiet.

The familiar young master was walking quietly in the mountains and forests, with his robe tucked into his belt, lest he be scratched by the branches.

Looking at the woods in the distance, a familiar girl's figure is also walking steadily ahead.

That was none other than the young bone-collecting granny.

She seemed to be still doing what she was accustomed to do. It was already dark now, so she took advantage of the vast twilight to shuttle through the mountains and forests, as light and nimble as a young deer.

Behind him, the young master was groping in a particularly unfamiliar manner, trailing far behind him.

Until the figure of the girl in front stopped.

He hurriedly hid behind a big tree, held his breath for a moment, and when he looked forward again, he lost sight of the girl.

The young man panicked for a moment, then quickly trotted forward two steps. When he came to a slightly wider area, he was stunned.

Because there is an old cemetery in front of me.

The stone tablets are broken, and the wooden inscriptions are now pitted with decay. The uneven tombs are overgrown with weeds. Even the graves that are older are even.

It seemed that a heavy rain had just passed, the ground was full of mud, and the tomb became pitted and pitted, with traces of the movement of birds and animals trampling on the soil, which made it look miserable.

The dark-skinned girl knelt down and kowtowed three times in the graveyard seriously.

Then she didn't get up, but just walked forward on her knees, groping along the way.

Soon, a stick-like object was pulled out from the moist soil.

It was already dark, but my eyes were not completely blind. I could even clearly see how the young man hiding behind the tree covered his mouth with a look of horror on his face.


Chapter completed!