"One month ago?"

Du Bai murmured and said word by word, his face unstable.

"Yes!" The big men over there didn't notice his strangeness, but continued, "I heard that the heavy rains continued in those days, and the water level of the entire Suwon River soared. One night, it suddenly crushed the embankment, and no one in the entire village survived."

"Aunt...aunt?"

Ying'er, who was beside her, also looked pale, looking so scared that she was about to cry. She quietly pulled his sleeve under the table and asked in a crying voice: "Then...whether the people in Suwon Village we saw that day were humans or ghosts?"

"It's human...not human..."

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, but he thought about some stories recorded in classics he had seen before, and he had some thoughts in his mind.

"They may have lived forever forever, wandering around the border between life and death..."

To put it more accurately, those souls trapped by the terrifying river god are eternal in its hands, and they cannot escape without being repelled.

Not a ghost, nor can you ever be an adult.

Perhaps they themselves didn't know that they were dead and were still alive, repeating that day and that night.

"It's a pity that I can't save them." Du Bai drank the slightly cool tea in his hand, with a slightly bitter taste in his mouth.

If he is really a Virgin, then there is only one result, that is, to be one of them!

If he has enough ability in the future, he doesn't mind going back and helping them.

It was already evening when Su Wanmiao woke up.

At that time, Du Bai was sitting at the table writing, continuing to nourish the righteousness in his body. He looked up inadvertently and saw Su Wanmiao's eyelashes trembling violently on the bed. His body seemed to twist a few uneasy times, and his graceful figure showed a little from under the quilt, probably about to wake up.

Sure enough, after a while, she slowly opened her eyes. After a moment of confusion, she suddenly seemed to realize something and looked around in panic. Her beautiful pupils seemed to have lost their focal length.

It was not until she saw Du Bai smiling at the table that she was stunned. She seemed to relax, and then she seemed to realize something. Her little face slowly turned red. She grabbed the quilt and carefully covered her body, and her voice was slim.

"I...why am I asleep..."

"Don't worry." Du Bai looked at her rare daughter's expression with interest, and suddenly moved his heart. He picked up the pen and wrote a poem on the paper, explaining, "Ying'er changed the clothes for you, and I didn't do anything strange."

"Strange... strange things..." Su Wanmiao's cheeks became more and more rosy, and she stuttered, as if she had confirmed that she had thought of some strange things.

However, seeing Du Bai's expression as usual and his writing was as good as a god, she seemed to not care about her little strangeness at all. While she breathed a sigh of relief, she felt a little disappointed in her heart.

After she carefully sorted out her appearance, Du Bai's poem almost ended, and the speed of writing was slower. She carefully hid the small fluctuations in her heart, and then walked slowly behind him with a little curiosity, and threw her eyes on the paper.

"The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick." She couldn't help but murmur word by word, "If it weren't for the group of jade mountains, she would meet under the moon on the jade platform..."

At the end, she suddenly paused, and her face was stained with a few red glows, and her breathing became a little more rapid.

She is not the kind of woman who likes poetry and songs very much. Most of the education she receives on weekdays is simple literacy and business matters. But this does not prevent her from feeling the admiration that is expressed in words between the poem. She can feel the emotions of the author when she wrote it, which is so intense that she can't help but feel a little shy.

At the same time, the loss in her heart disappeared, but some small joy.

"Is this poem written for me?" Su Wan's beautiful eyes secretly swept over Du Bai who had stopped writing in front of her and asked in a low voice.

Du Bai had been immersed in an experience that seemed to have some enlightenment before, but woke up after being reminded by her voice. He looked down at the poems he had just written, and was a little surprised that he could actually find these poems that seemed to have been forgotten from his memory in a complete way.

If I had such ability in the college entrance examination, it would be easy to get 985, 211 or something. What a pity...

He shook his head slightly and threw those strange thoughts out of his mind, then picked up the paper, glanced at the words one by one, and showed a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

If ordinary scholars read it, they can see that this poem from the earth is indeed well written, so good that most people will feel ashamed and amazed. However, few people can detect the arrogance and righteousness contained in the ink, and more people will just think that these words are written with charm, comparable to those of everyone, but they can't tell the reason.

Hearing Su Wanmiao's question behind him, he nodded slightly, turned around and handed the paper to her, and smiled and said, "Of course, you are my wife, who else can I write this poem for?"

He has never been a ignorant wood.

Su Wanmi's expression became more rosy, but she took the paper carefully and couldn't help but take a look at it. She liked the poem the more she read. The corners of her eyes were filled with the expression of her happy daughter who could not hide, and her smile was full of smiles.

"My husband, who is the famous master of your calligraphy? I think it's also great..." Su Wanmiao looked at the poem carefully, and then asked curiously.

"This... should be said to be self-taught..." Du Bai didn't intend to explain too much to her. Seeing that she put away the paper, he added, "It would be best if this poem could be kept in person."

Su Wan's wonderful eyes squirted, she glanced at him, then lowered her head slightly, and responded softly: "Yes."

Du Bai saw that she had a misunderstanding, but he would not explain it in a bad way.

The poems on this paper are secondary. What is really precious is the righteousness contained in it. Although it is not as good as the Buddhist instruments consecrated by the monks, it can also resist the harm of some evil spirits. It is definitely beneficial or harmful to carry them with you.

Late at night, Su Wanmiao certainly did not stay in Du Bai's room. She had another room herself, and she stayed here for the convenience of taking care of him.

Du Bai did not continue to practice calligraphy to nourish the righteous energy. Although the righteous energy can drive away evil spirits, it is impossible to be omnipotent to cure diseases and save people. The pain in his body has not been cured and he still needs some rest.

By the morning of the next day, her health was not as uncomfortable as yesterday. However, Su Wanmiao still insisted on getting on the road one day later just in case. Otherwise, if something really happened on the road, the doctor would not know where to find it.
Chapter completed!