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The sky here is covered with dark clouds all year round. The wind blowing on your face carries a hint of moisture. The gloomy and depressing atmosphere makes people feel suffocated.

"You little bastard, you're ugly, you have no father or mother, you're a bastard!"

"You ugly bastard! Who told you to look at my sister? I'm going to dig out your eyes!"

"You bastard, hurry up and take out the copper coins you earned from selling firewood today, or I'll beat you to a pulp!"

In a small alley by the roadside, a bullying incident was going on. Several boys aged 5-8 surrounded a 3-year-old boy and beat him up with punches and kicks. The boy who was beaten seemed to be used to it. He curled up his thin body tightly, and protected the back of his head with his skinny hands, waiting silently for them to finish venting their anger.

It’s not that he hasn’t thought about asking for help from kind passers-by, but that would only result in more severe bullying afterwards. The little boy no longer expects help from others and can only continue to endure it, imagining that when he grows up, he may be able to escape the bullying he has to endure every day.

Finally, the children got tired of fighting and gave the little boy a final kick before running away from the alley to play somewhere else.

After making sure it was safe, the little boy who had been beaten staggered to his feet from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked out of the alley calmly, leaning against the wall with bruises all over his body, and limped slowly towards the direction of Qi's mansion.

Back in the woodshed where he was staying, he first busied himself with boiling herbs on the small stove, then went to the well and drew a full bucket of water with a small bucket. Although the wound on his body was split open again due to the force applied during the process, he was used to it and his expression remained unchanged.

He wiped all the wounds on his body to prevent infection. He had no medicine to bandage, so he just left the wounds bare with his upper body and ignored them. He ran back to the medicinal materials and carefully took the medicine pot off the stove. He poured the brown medicine into a porcelain bowl with a broken corner, and took the bowl to a small house next to the woodshed.

The one living here is the old gardener of the Qi family. He is seriously ill and has not much time left. He relies on the medicine that little Qi Gui earns from selling firewood every day to stay alive.

He had never treated little Qi Gui very well in the past. He just felt sorry for him and helped him secretly occasionally, because even he did not dare to offend the real owner of the Qi Mansion. After all, everyone knew that the young master of the Qi Mansion, Qi Zhijie, hated little Qi Gui.

But he didn't expect that just because of this little bit of favor, he, a childless man, would be taken care of carefully by Xiao Qigui, a 3-year-old child, after he fell ill. Otherwise, he would have become a member of the mass grave long ago.

After drinking the hot medicine, the old man tried to open his hazy eyes, but he could no longer see the child. He wanted to speak but could not make a sound. At the moment before his death, he prayed to God with all his heart, hoping that Qi Gui could have a happy and fulfilling life.

The old man left silently and no one paid any attention.

Because all the money was used to buy medicine for the old man, Xiao Qigui had no money to bury him, so he could only take the small shovel that the old man used as a gardener, drag the old man to the straw mat and wrap him up, and wait until midnight, then use his thin body to drag the old man step by step to the mountain outside the city.

He actually used a small shovel to dig for three days and three nights. When he was hungry, he ate wild fruits and grass roots, when he was tired, he drank stream water, and when he was tired, he used the ground as a mat. He actually dug out a hole the size of a person.

He pushed the straw mat wrapped around the old man into the pit and filled it up with a small shovel. It took him five whole days.

There was no tombstone, so he looked around and found a small sapling that had just broken through the soil in the forest. He transplanted it onto the mound where the old man's body was buried.

Finally, he knelt in front of the mound, kowtowed three times respectfully, and stared at the sapling in a daze.

He thought he should be sad, because he regarded the old man as a family member, and he didn't care about being beaten or scolded for his family. But when the old man died, he didn't want to cry, but felt a sense of "as expected".

Perhaps the rumors in the Qi Mansion were right, and I really was born unlucky and destined to be lonely all my life.

The little Qi Gui got up from the ground, looked up at the gray sky, frowned, and turned around to go back to the Qi Mansion. He didn't want to go back there at all, but if he didn't go back there, where else could he go?

Although this world is big, there is no place for him to stay. His heart has always been empty and he longs for warmth but cannot get it.

Back in the city, fortunately it was dinner time and the children who usually enjoyed beating him had gone home to eat, allowing him to return to the backyard of the Qi Mansion safely.

Walking to a remote corner, there was a pile of useless sundries and a firewood room. It was pitch black at the moment, forming a sharp contrast with the bright lights not far away.

Little Qigui walked into the doorway with his head down, and when he looked up without thinking, he was stunned where he stood for a moment.

At the door of the shabby woodshed stood a little girl who looked totally out of place in the current scene. Her delicate and lovely face and features were even prettier than the dolls in the paintings he had ever seen.

She was wearing a white dress that seemed to be glowing in the darkness, attracting his attention.

"Qi Gui?"

A soft and tender voice awakened him from his daze and made him notice a strange black thing floating on the little girl's shoulder.

"you know me?"

The little girl frowned, and Xiao Qigui subconsciously became flustered. He only knew that he didn't want to make the girl unhappy at all.

He ran a few steps closer, but was unwilling to get close to the girl because he was dirty. He wanted to get some water to clean himself up, but he was afraid that the girl would disappear when he came back.

Luo Yiyi was unhappy, very unhappy. She thought that Qi Gui had been possessed by a demon and the mission was naturally successful, but she didn't expect that the thousand paper cranes just told her that it was all an illusion.

In fact, they had entered into a hallucination as early as when they came out of the bubble and their bodies were surrounded by spiritual and demonic energy. Everything that happened afterwards was either the scene they most desired to see or the scene they most feared.

So, the answer is that Qi Gui was not possessed by a demon.

So the paper crane gave her another crooked idea - of course based on its own interests.

That is to bring Qi Gui to its true body, and then let Qi Gui absorb the demon. When the demonic energy hits the sealed demon root in his body, he will be possessed by the demon immediately.

Luo Yiyi agreed to this idea without even thinking about it. The most urgent thing now was to make Qi Gui realize that he was in a dream, so that he could break the dream and wake up.

Luo Yiyi had been hiding in the dark waiting for the development of the plot, hoping that Ding Yurou would appear at the grave to comfort Qi Gui. However, she did not expect that after waiting for several days, Qi Gui would go back home, and there was no sign of Ding Yurou.

After repeatedly confirming with Qianzhihe that there was no other human consciousness here except her and Qi Gui, Luo Yiyi had no choice but to go into battle herself, which led to the current strange scene.

Luo Yiyi sat on a shaky little stool. In front of her was a tattered low table with one leg broken. On the table stood a broken bowl with a missing corner filled with washed wild fruits.

At this time, Xiao Qigui brought in a medicine jar from outside the door and placed it next to the broken bowl. Luo Yiyi leaned over to take a look and found that it contained soup made from wild vegetables.

She asked curiously, "What is this?"

A blush appeared on Xiao Qigui's face, and he spoke almost shyly, his voice as soft as a mosquito's.

"This is my dinner."

Luo Yiyi nodded, and very freely reached out to pick up a wild fruit and put it into her mouth. According to her experience, the food served by Qi Gui was delicious.

However, when she bit through the peel, the sour and acrid liquid instantly filled her mouth. He immediately frowned and spat out the wild fruit residue in his mouth.

In order to get rid of the sour and bitter taste in her mouth, she picked up the medicine jar with both hands and took a big sip of wild vegetable soup.

"puff!"

She sprayed the wild vegetable soup with a strong smell of rotten water all over the little ghost's head and face.