Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

An Xi didn't say anything.

Then dig it up.

Of course we have to dig. The dead are dead, and the living must live.

If she wanted to do good but ended up doing bad things, then maybe doing bad things would be a good thing, at least it could save her own life.

The child dug and dug until he found a bag of bones. The cloth that Aunt Yu was reluctant to use was covered with mud, and it was so familiar that it could be recognized at a glance.

There was also a very short knife thrown on it.

It looks like it has been around for a long time, it is badly worn and the blade is blunt.

These are not their relics, most likely buried with him by his family.

How strange! The corpses were buried randomly in a mass grave, but a knife was buried with them. Does he care or not?

The child couldn't tell the difference, so she took a knife and covered the soil back up.

The ghost asked her to dig up the newly dead, but An Xi still didn't say anything.

A gust of wind blew, and the child felt a little cold. She found that she was sweating all over.

The little boy said, "You must have wet the talisman paper."

The children thought so too.

She felt that she could only rely on herself now.

"Uncle Zhu, it's not that I don't want to, but I don't understand why I have to peel your skin. Can't I just swear an oath or something?"

"Okay, but I don't believe that. It's better to write it down clearly and leave a mark on it."

The child wanted to ask how to put off the work by leaving a mark, but he said, "Just put your bloody handprint on it. Stop nagging and dig quickly. The sooner you finish, the less worries we'll have."

No! Only you can rest assured!

The child responded while pouring spiritual energy into the knife, wanting to fight him, but...

This thing is really disappointing, how come it cracked!

"What are you doing?"

He asked, his voice heavy, perhaps noticing something was wrong.

The child said without even turning his head: "I wanted to infuse some spiritual energy, so I dug fast, but the knife broke."

Zhu An sneered, "How come you don't understand this? Ordinary weapons, like ordinary people, don't have the blessing to absorb spiritual energy. Just make do with what you have. Hurry and dig."

An Xi: "Don't do anything stupid, just dig, I'll find a chance to take action, and you take the opportunity to run."

It turns out the talisman paper wasn't wet...

The child put the blade back into its sheath and continued digging.

A fresh corpse soon emerged. It was a woman, very young and well-dressed. She had her hair in a bun and wore flowers and gold ornaments. Why was she lying here, waiting to be skinned?

The child looked at her neck with black and blue marks and didn't know how to cut.

Zhu An instructed her, "Turn her over, take off her clothes, and cut the skin on her back. Make a big cut and be careful not to tear it.

Don't be afraid, the dead don't feel any pain. Look at this woman, she's wearing gold and silver yet she's buried in a place like this. She must have done something shameful, forcing her family to kill her and bury her hastily. I'd find her skin dirty, so just cut it off, don't worry about it."

The child raised his head and saw him pouting in disgust, but his eyes were glancing at the woman again.

He said he was disgusted even with her skin, but he couldn't help staring at her. The look in his eyes was disgusting.

The child said, "You're a man. How could I possibly take off a woman's clothes in front of you? You should have been educated. Don't you know what propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame are? She's lying here. I don't know what happened to her, but I know there are many others lying here, even those who have sacrificed their lives on the battlefield. Did they also do something shameful? If you don't know, you shouldn't talk nonsense."

Zhu An was surprised by her rapid-fire response and said, "Okay, okay, I didn't realize you're not afraid of death."

"I'm scared! I dug up other people's graves because I was scared, but I shouldn't be afraid. I've never given in since I was a child, and today is no different!

Delaying, running away, or even risking my life are all less important than my happiness. This makes me unhappy, and I won't do it even if you kill me!"

Ever since the child dug out the knife, she felt like there was something stuck in her throat. Now, after shouting and yelling, she felt refreshed and full of energy. She hugged the soil and buried it back.

She didn't want to run anymore. What was there to run for?

Did she run away when she was the river god?

She also ran around during the World Mirror, running around busily and chattering, but it didn't help.

Now that she knew she couldn't run, she stopped running.

Isn't the purpose of life to leave no regrets?

Isn’t it just about finishing what you want to do to have no regrets?

What she wanted to do most now was to bury the people she had dug out, so she did it!

Of course she wanted to live, wanted to exchange herself for a dead person's skin, but that was just an idea, an idea she would never do!

The child didn't even raise his head or look at Zhu An.

She suddenly thought of Meng Yunhe.

She always thought that Meng Yunhe's behavior was stupid, but now she understood that there are people in this world who will die for inexplicable reasons.

Of course it's good to be alive, but she doesn't want to live like this.

The howling wind blew up leaves and gravel, cutting the child's face.

Zhu An said: "Since you are so ungrateful, go to hell!"

The child said: "Dead people also feel pain..."

The raised face said seriously.

The inexplicable words made Zhu An pause: "What?"

The child shouted, "I say! Dead people feel pain too!"

I don’t know which book this was from.

The crown prince of the previous dynasty was tyrannical by nature, but was also very much loved by the emperor. No one in the court dared to disobey his will, except for one censor who was not afraid of death and repeatedly wrote letters to impeach him. The crown prince was furious and beat him to death on the Imperial Street. His family wanted to collect his bones for burial, but the crown prince refused and hung his body in the market and whipped it. His family was heartbroken and tried to report it to the emperor, but they only got excuses and perfunctory responses. It even attracted assassins. Overnight, no one in the family was left alive. Only the youngest son who left home to study and the eldest daughter who had already married were able to save their lives. They should have lived honestly.

But they didn't. One asked the clan leader to remove him from the clan, and the other divorced her husband. Like a moth to a flame, she went back and wanted to assassinate the prince. Naturally, she died, but her soul was immortal and haunted the prince all day long.

The story goes that the prince was killed by them.

It is probably fabricated. Eunuch Zhang said that the history books said that the death of the prince of the previous dynasty was indeed absurd. He took medicine randomly and was poisoned to death.

The brother and sister were only mentioned briefly, without even leaving their names.

It was not until this dynasty that he was praised as a filial and heroic person, and a memorial archway was erected in his hometown.

When the child watched it, he was just angry.

It was not until now, when I thought about this story and many stories about dead people, that I realized that dead people also feel pain.

Maybe someone felt pain for them.

The family is crying, feeling sorry for them, and seeking justice.

It could also be that I'm in pain.

Cheng Tianbao would cry because of other people's misfortunes, and evil ghosts like Mu Shuanglin would also be anxious about their families and bow to her child to apologize. The Wuxiang True God protected the villagers, and the soldier spirits made excuses for their families...

The dead have feelings, just like the living.

Zhu An said that dead people don't feel pain, but he was wrong.

So the child wants to refute him.

But he obviously didn't care. The Yin energy seemed to have substance and approached with his palm.

A layer of white frost formed on the child's face, and the biting coldness penetrated his soul directly. It seemed as if he was pulling at the child's soul.

At the critical moment, he was interrupted by a talisman.

Is it An Xi?

"Phew! That was close! Don't just stand there, run!"

Children can do it without that voice saying it.

That's not a talisman to drive away ghosts at all!

Zhu An stepped back subconsciously, but waved the talisman again with ease.

Wait until he realizes he's been deceived.

The child had already run away, rolling and crawling.

"Damn little bitch!"

He was so angry that he roared to the sky, and he didn't care about anything else and just wanted to kill the child.

An Xi: What a great opportunity! What was supposed to come has finally arrived!