"Uncle Seven, cousin, my brother and I are still alive and well, and you are cursed to death. You are bullying us without parents." Ye Jing handed Ye Wen to Ye Yuqing's arms, and then said coldly.

"I'm living well, why haven't I heard anything in your yard for many days?"

"Uncle Qi, cousin, can't you have to beat drums and drums every day in your life? The palace has changed and the world is in chaos. It is a blessing to be able to live. We are all brothers. Who dares to invade this yard? Let's wait until the court resumes and ask the yamen officials to make peace. Cousin, let's go back to the house to rest." Ye Jing said to the women outside the gate.

"If you live, just live. What's so great about it? It's not okay to rest. The gate of the villa has become a cemetery. Each family has a person to transport the body away. Whoever family is responsible for the burial." The seventh uncle and cousin's aunt looked embarrassed and said in a disgrace.

"Ye Jing, it's windy outside, you'd better carry Ye Wen back to the house. My cousin wants to repair the door that was broken by the mad dog."

"What? You dare to call your elders a dog, it's really uneducated. Building the gate is a matter of your own yard, and moving the corpses is a big deal in the entire villa. Why don't you go?"

"No, although I was injured and unconscious, I also knew that there were so many thousands of people in Ye's villa this time. We who survived and children of a certain age alone would be poisoned to death before we could finish the body, and then fill the dead souls on the pile of corpses." Ye Yuqing looked at the women in front of him and said.

"Then let's call the corpses piled up at the gate. Don't forget that there are your aunts there. In spring, it will not be the same as rotting and plague, and no one will survive by then. You, the person living in the villa, is the culprit."

"Don't put a hat on my head. If you die, you will be buried in peace. Don't mention that there are relatives from our Sixth Courtyards there. Even if you don't, you can't watch the body being exposed in the wilderness, let alone blocking the gate of the villa. My Miss is only in her teens and her two younger brothers are even younger. Even the surviving aunts, uncles, aunts and aunts are all women with no power. If you want to deal with more than a thousand corpses, you should come up with a safe way." Yuqing was just saying, and gongs and shouts sounded from the gate of the villa.

"The court has ordered that the bodies are not allowed to be thrown into mass graves. Every household will deal with them by themselves. Those who find them with the bodies on the street will be executed."

"Oh my God, this really won't let the people live anymore. What should I do? The clan is dead, the owner of the manor is dead, and there is not even a person in charge of the Qi Family Villa."

There were waves of sad, desperate and helpless voices coming from the gate, but a group of young and old women here looked at the Sixth Courtyard and refused to leave. Moreover, more and more people gathered, and pointed and said, suddenly a child shouted loudly.

"Ye Jing and Ye Wen were blown into the room by the wind. Mom, I'm scared!"

"Oh, my baby, don't talk nonsense. There are not many boys in the villa now. You are the biggest one. The villa is still counting on you to stand up."

"Yes, I'd better think about choosing a new owner. You can't let the bodies of those relatives block the gate of the villa."

"It's better to find the dead owner's wife. The villa can't be without the owner."

"Mother-in-law, I just saw Ye Jing and Ye Wen floating into the house by the wind..." The moment Ye Yuqing closed the yard gate, he heard the people talking away.

Hearing these voices, Ye Yuqing remembered the doubts in his heart. The two cousins ​​were clearly dead. Could it be that they had become ghosts? He traveled to a dynasty where people and ghosts coexisted, so he would not be so unlucky.

After walking into his room, the two brothers who could walk and talk just now lay side by side on the bed like Yuqing left, with their faces paler than before. Looking at the wrinkled clothes that were rushing down, Yuqing blurted out.

"Jing'er, Wen'er, are you alive or dead?

"Cousin Yuqing, we have come back to life, and we feel different from living. Something in our body seems to be about to run out, and we can't hold back. Cousin, help us."

Ye Jing's words mean Yuqing was even more ignorant. What is the thing in the body? Bones and flesh are essential to support the body. They will leave even if they run away. Is it the soul that can control the body and is illusory?

What kind of existence does the soul exist? It has been debated in the modern scientific community for many years. Some people even think that the so-called soul is a ray of radio waves. Only by acknowledging the existence of the soul can we explain the state of plant after brain death in many people. If the soul can be resurrected and can be summoned back when leaving the human body... Oh my God, you have to face such a profound problem that has not been concluded for thousands of years. I have really won the special prize.

But even if the soul can be summoned back, it has not left the human brain, but is just dormant state after the body is injured. Or it has been wandering around the host and never left. How long is this time? How many hours, days or longer, and what kind of opportunity does the soul run back or is awakened again.

Yuqing thought randomly in her heart, looked up at the two guys lying side by side on the bed, and couldn't help but have a hint of answer in her heart. Did she accidentally draw the lines of the two guys' faces just now, and she had some unexplained power? I remember when she left the house, she drew a circle on their hearts. Although she was just sighing unconsciously about the fate of the two guys, was it because of her actions that called their souls back?

And his own time travel, was it because of the eyes on the mural depicted in the ancient tomb? Yuqing thought of stretching out his right hand.

Is there something unique about this hand? Does this hand have any magical functions? The wide sleeves slid down with his raised hand, and Yuqing suddenly found a long scratch on her forearm. She remembered that she had woken up once. When she was unconscious, she saw two lights. One was the paintbrush of the jade pen that she had used in the ancient tomb, and the other was the silhouette of the light flashing with colorful light.

Just as I was thinking about it, a severe pain came from the scratched area. The pain was so painful that she shed tears when she was a doctor. It was really painful, as if she was slowly and dull on her arm, and the heart-wrenching pain tortures people's senses for a long time.

Tears fell on the scratches on the arm, and something strange happened. The paintbrush I used once appeared as if it was floating out of the water. This was called Ye Yuqing and was both painful and suspicious, and she felt very relieved as if her old friend had been reunited thousands of miles.

This pen was given to her by my grandfather, and it is said to be a treasure handed down by my grandfather. Originally, my grandfather wanted her to inherit her ancestral property in painting, but the doctor's mother asked her to study medicine to save lives. The father, who was an officer, wanted her daughter to inherit her father's business and be a heroic female soldier. As a result, my grandfather almost spoke with a lifetime. My father's persistence on the phone in the army lacked intimidation. My mother was the eldest, so she became a general practitioner. But under the influence of her grandfather in painting, she was also a very accomplished painter. She was able to fight and fight under the supervision of her strict father. Her medical skills were better than her. She worked in the emergency department of the hospital for two years, and then transferred to the archaeological team. As a result, she traveled through time in a short time. It seemed that the archaeological team was a site, and ancient times was her destination.

Ye Yuqing held the painting brush in his hand, and the feeling that he had never felt after using it for many years was revealed. The ancient jade pen holder was full of brilliance, and the pen tip of the pen made of unknown material was wide, narrow, sharp, round, plump, and illusory.

"Cousin, what kind of treasure are you?" Ye Jing asked, and Ye Wen, who was standing beside him, couldn't speak and giggled. The laughter was so contagious that Ye Yuqing was in a good mood. No matter whether it was randomly drawing it awakened his cousin's soul, now that he had a pen, he would draw it again.

"Jing'er, Wen'er, this is a paintbrush, a painting tool my sister used. I want to say that you are actually dead. Just now, my sister lamented the injustice of your fate, so she used her fingers to draw your face, and finally drew a circle on your chest. Jing'er, tell your sister how she is sober."

"Sister, Jing'er was in a black hole with no end at that time. Later, someone pulled me back, so I came back little by little. After I came back, I heard that the seventh uncle and the others wanted to occupy my yard. My younger brother was crying beside me, so Jing'er carried him out. Sister, my younger brother and I had no parents, and my sister will be our backbone in the future. It must be that my sister painted us and we came back alive. Sister, use your brush to draw us better. I just looked at my sister's dressing mirror, and our faces were as white as dead." Ye Jing said very much, but Ye Wen still giggled.

"Okay, sister, please give you a good idea. You can live well. Let's guard the Sixth Courtyard home together." Ye Yuqing said and drew Ye Jing's face.

"It's so itchy, sister, the eyebrows should be black, sister, the bridge of the nose should be high...heart, that kind of thing has reached the new mouth." Ye Jing was enjoying the itchy feeling while guiding his sister.

Ye Yuqing finally drew a few circles at Ye Jing's heart. She didn't feel anything, but Ye Jing felt that this time he really came back. He jumped to the ground with a carp, and then a feeling of hunger came overwhelmingly. There was a drumming sound in his stomach, accompanied by a few stinky farts.

"Sister, I'm hungry." Ye Jinggang finished speaking embarrassedly, and when he looked up, his sister was concentrating on drawing Ye Wen's shadow. He thought for a moment and turned around and left the house.

With the experience of drawing the soul for Ye Jing, he became more comfortable for Ye Wen. After a while, Ye Wen's face turned red and his hands were dancing and laughing sweeter. The little guy was giggling throughout the whole process, until he finally drew circles on his chest, the little guy was so cute that he could speak.

"Cousin, sister, sister..." Xiao Yewen kept shouting, but Ye Yuqing felt extremely tired in her head, and fell to the little guy in a daze.
Chapter completed!