Shikigami Cultivation Guide

Yi Mu Lian looked at him, even after hundreds of years, he didn't know how to comfort Ban Ruo who had gone through such a thing.The lifespan of monsters is very long, many good things, some happy things happened to many monsters in the long years, and some things were heartbroken or even wiped out.Each monster's resume is a thick book, and the experience is also strange.Can't empathize, but there is only one thing they all know, that is loss and loneliness.

The loss and loneliness after establishing emotions with human beings.

The loss and loneliness of being betrayed by someone else you trust.

The loss and loneliness caused by the tragedy caused by the passage of time.

Even so, though, good things are like bonfires.

It was warm and warm, and even if it burned to death, you could still feel the warmth for a moment.

That's enough.

Banruo's crying is very forbearing, at the moment of tears he didn't even realize that he was crying, but when he touched his cheek subconsciously, he found that his hand was cold.He looked at the wet fingers, and at that moment, it seemed that all his emotions disappeared.

He lowered his head to look at his tears-stained fingers, his face was blank, and after a long while, he raised his head and said to Yimulian: "Let's... let's go?" The sweet voice seemed to have been artificially added a lot Coptis chinensis dyed the clear and soft young voice into a low and hoarse voice.

Yimulian took a step closer to him and reached out to stroke his blond hair.He summoned the dragon that followed him and took Prajna away.

The torrential rain poured down again, and Yimulian created a barrier for Prajna. Even if the sky and the earth were dark, he was still warm as before.

Hannya's eyes looked ahead, empty and silent.

Yimulian raised his hand slightly, paused, and took Prajna into his arms.

Prajna didn't refuse, but there was no response either.

What's going on here……

Had he lost his friends, had he lost his soul too?

"Master Yimulian, I want to rest." Banruo said in the sound of the rushing rain, the voice was not loud, but Yimulian could just hear it.

Yimulian hooked his chin, kissed him, and then covered Banruo's eyes with his hands.

He hugged him tightly, even though this monster was in his arms, even though they had just had physical contact, they felt that the distance between them was as far away as the world and the underworld.

Prajna is like a cup, Zhu Zi filled his first half of his life with friendship and fetters, but the emotion was too strong for the cup to bear, so he poured them all out.Now the Prajna in his arms is an empty cup again.It's just that feelings can really be like water, leaving no trace after being poured out?

What if the thing poured in is not water, but sulfuric acid?

If the cup is not strong enough, the whole thing will break.

Although he didn't know what happened to Zhuzi and him, if he could meet him earlier than Zhuzi, and treat him better after meeting, wouldn't he have no regrets now?

After following a patient for too long, and being seduced by him for too long, he fell in love with him dramatically.

He rubbed the other party's blond hair as soft as golden velvet again, and the words in his low voice, so indistinctly indistinct, came from his heart——

He promises you friendship in the first half of his life, and I promise you gentle companionship that will never be lonely in the second half of his life.

At the same time, the rain became heavier, and the long-planned torrential flood broke through the high dam and erupted. Huge waves and strong winds swept across the land of Heianjing, and countless dwellings were destroyed. Overnight, Heianjing seemed to be soaked in water Same.

At that time, there was a family in Ping'an Jing, and that family had two children, one named Fan Wujiu and the other named Xie Bi'an.They called each other brothers and lost their lives in the monstrous flood.

In the village where they lived, the god they believed in many years ago was Yimulian.

Later, the two entered the underworld, and the ghost made Bai drink Meng Po's Meng Po soup to forget everything. The two were taken under Yan Mo's command.However, their more commonly used names are Guishihei and Guishibai.

Bai Shibai has forgotten everything that happened in the world, but the despair of dying for no reason has been lingering in his heart, and Meng Po Tang can't dilute it.

Maybe there are other monsters in this flood, maybe there are other reasons, otherwise the resentment would not be so deep.

Staying in this dark and damp underground forever, without reincarnation, even though he has power, that's not what he wants.

He asked Ghost Shihei many times about the cause of his death. He wanted to retrieve his memory and leave here, but he could only get irrelevant information. The most important thing Ghost Shihei never told him.

He had to go find those memories himself.

What happened to his past.Po Meng said that he entered the underworld with Ghost Shihei, but why did she lose her memory in the end?Every time Gui Shihei faced him, he looked relaxed, with a casual smile and ridicule, but there were many times when Gui Shihei didn't notice, he saw his dignified expression.

He must know something about the past.

Why not tell him?

What is the real reason for his death?

Yan Mo said it was a flood, but is it really a flood?The woman in the picture scroll told him that it was Yimulian, the former god whom he had a vague impression of.Naturally, he wouldn't believe everything the woman said, but if he found Yimulian, he could at least get some clues.

At the same time, he continued his work as a soul ecstasy——

Bargained with passing spirits, though none so far have been successful.

Soul that follows me, tell me your unfulfilled wish, and I will fulfill it for you.

But the price is that you will replace me as the ghost messenger.

No soul is willing to accept such a condition. For most souls, everything in the world is empty after death, let alone remember nothing after drinking Mengpo soup.

However, even so, he was unwilling to give up.

He holds the ghost's life in his hands, as well as his own past and freedom.

Either way, he will get it.

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. . .After a long time, Calvin finally found a clue. . .

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