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In fact, the fortune teller has never thought about this question.

Her idea was very simple. She was taking care of these statues. Even if she died in the future, she would not go to hell. On the contrary, because of her belief, she would eventually get a good destination. Then when she went to the world of gods, she should serve the statues.

When I think this way, I feel at ease.

I think it is heaven and hell. Isn't hell a terrible place? Many people who have committed crimes are sent to the eighteen levels of hell. Some don't need to drink Meng Po soup, then cross the bridge and reincarnate. This completes a reincarnation.

In fact, she also hopes that there is a world of the dead, so that she can go and see it, or live there. She doesn't want to be burned and buried in a grave after death. It seems extremely cruel, but what can she do?

To live, one must live after all.

"I think that they have been reborn. They should go to hell, cross the bridge, drink Meng Po soup, and then be reincarnated." The witch said in a calm tone.

"Reincarnation? Is this a good idea?"

"Of course it's good. This way they have started their own cycle of cause and effect. Isn't that a good thing? We should do the same in the future."

"We want to do this too?"

"Yes."

"Then can I choose to reincarnate myself?"

"Haha, this shouldn't work. The higher-ups must have their own arrangements, and everyone has their own reincarnation. I don't think it's arbitrary."

"If it's not what I thought, it wouldn't be fun. What if I turned into a pig?"

"It's not good to be a pig. I eat and sleep, sleep and eat."

"Living in a pigsty and being killed in the end is horrible. I don't want to become a pig."

"So what do you want to become? Haha."

"I haven't thought about it yet. I'll tell you when I do."

The fortune teller was amused by this kid, but what will these things be reincarnated into in the end? Does the fortune teller believe what he saw? Others will definitely not believe it, but as long as the fortune teller believes it, it's fine. But he didn't know that the fortune teller was actually lying to him.

Perhaps because of the old man's obsession, the fortune teller believes in gods from the bottom of her heart.

She had never thought of not believing, but sometimes, in the face of birth, aging, sickness and death, it seemed that the gods were powerless. She had also experienced these things, but she just didn't want to talk about them. She would rather believe that they existed, so that when she died in the future, there would be a world of gods, or a good reincarnation. The Eighteen Hells were not what she wanted to go to. It was terrifying just to think about it.

He got the answer he wanted here, and he needed to go down the mountain, otherwise his grandfather would mobilize everyone to look for it again, which would be bad. After bidding farewell to the witch, he hurried down the mountain, still thinking about these round and cute things, and forgot about the painting of the lady in his home.

The painting of a lady is just a painting of a lady. In fact, I just like it. There is nothing in it. Where did the round things go? They all went to the sky. Now I think about it, I don’t know where they are. When he got home and cooked, his grandfather came back. He still smoked. Today, he was very satisfied to see his grandson cooking for him.

He always felt that his grandson's brain was getting worse and worse, and others also said so, but he firmly believed that his grandson was fine. Seeing that he could cook for himself now, he couldn't help but praise him. Ye Chunhao also benefited from it. His grandfather often praised him and loved him very much.

He was very clear about this, but he thought that his illness was nothing, but a good thing. It was really good that he didn't have to study or go to school. And sometimes, he would learn some of the things he learned by himself.

Moreover, an older brother in Murakami would often tutor him, tell him stories, teach him many things, and he could also read some books by himself. Learning in school was too boring, and it was good to learn without any restraint. He also heard that they were often beaten by the teacher, and sometimes their palms were red, which scared him to think about.

So it's really good now, he likes his current life very much, but sometimes when they go to school and he has no playmates, he feels very lost.

But other than those times, it was very happy.

He kept thinking about the round thing. After washing up, he was still thinking about it while lying on the bed. He knew that if he told his grandfather about it, he would not believe it. Besides, he would think that he had become stupid again, which would be terrible. If he was told that he had become stupid, he would be given medicine, which would be even more terrifying.

In fact, he would miss his parents, but maybe because he had lived like this for a long time, he no longer wanted to get the so-called love, so it would fade. He thought, just treat them as if they were not there, that would be fine. Isn't A-Mao at his grandmother's house without parents? How pitiful.

Thinking of this, he still felt lucky.

He didn't know where this so-called luck came from. Anyway, it's fine as long as you feel good. This is what is called contentment. It's also what my grandfather always said. Don't compare. Everyone is different. Just be yourself, be happy, and be healthy.

Live, just be content.

He knew that these made sense, but he didn't quite understand them. But in his world, he was happy, although sometimes, when he saw that they had parents, he was still envious. But when they were beaten by them, haha, at that time, he still wished that they didn't have parents.

Well, everything is contradictory.

Lying in bed, looking outside, it was summer, the sky was full of stars, crickets were chirping, frogs were croaking, everything was fine. But he always felt uneasy in his heart, thinking that there was nothing wrong, at this time, he saw something flying in, ah!

It was those round things, about 17 or 18 of them, they flew over to Ye Chunhao, he reached out to touch them. They seemed soft, and then they entered the painting one by one! This shocked Ye Chunhao, they didn't go to hell to be reincarnated! They went to the painting!

He was shocked when he saw this magical scene.

But no one shared it with him, and he didn't know why they flew into this painting. Could what the witch said be false? He felt that there seemed to be many problems with this painting. Could there be a female ghost in it! ?

He thought, if there was a female ghost, wouldn’t that be terrifying?

So, thinking of the talisman given by the witch, he found it, applied glue, and pasted the talisman on. But no matter how hard he tried, it would fall off. No matter what he did, it still didn't work, and he felt more and more that there was something wrong with the scroll.

Thinking that there might be a ghost inside, he became panicked and even dared not touch the scroll.

Should I tell the fortune teller? No, if she takes it away from me, it will be no fun. I also want to see those cute little souls go in. If they knew, they would be very happy. No, I can't show it to them, they will take it away.