Xiao Xue Xiao Gathering Soul

It is not advisable to stay for a long time, the road ahead is long.

Xiao Xingchen collected his thoughts, turned and left.

The ancient temple has no human voice, and it is even more decayed. The windows are closed on the window lattices, and there is a creak.

Chapter [-]. Knowledge

A calamity that cannot be circumvented.

The places where the soul and the body stay are very scattered, most of them are remote and ruined walls, but this time, it is a little different.

Following the guidance of the soul lamp, Xiao Xingchen entered a bustling street.It was already autumn at this time, but there were many people on the street.

Some sell persimmon cakes, and there are sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice balls made with new wine.

Mentioning these, Xiao Xingchen unconsciously thought of the person who was addicted to sweets, but he didn't know when the two of them would reunite and drink a glass of sweet wine together.

Xiao Xingchen bypassed the crowd and caught a glimpse of him in a branching alley.

Xue Yang had shed half of his childishness at this time, and his brows and eyebrows were gradually outlined.

The black hair was tied into a ponytail with a red string, and a blade of grass was dangling from the corner of his mouth. He sat on the stone pile, his legs dangling.

Looking like twelve or thirteen years old, Xiao Xingchen thought to himself, the soul and body are really... getting bigger and bigger.

Then he realized something, and his mouth was slightly bitter.

These soul bodies represent Xue Yang's life?

What he collected for him... Could it be... the reincarnation of a lifetime.

Xiao Xingchen smiled, and suddenly felt that this was very similar to empathy, but it was completely different from empathy.

What he saw was every Xue Yang who was the same but different...

Seeing Xiao Xingchen staring at him, Xue Yang whistled, "Eh? Daoist, can you see me?"

Xiao Xingchen came to his senses and nodded slightly.

"Ha, are you here to take in me, a lonely ghost?" Xue Yang smiled mockingly.

Xiao Xingchen was startled, he actually knew that he was not alive...

Forced to be calm, said: "Where did you say that?"

"Oh, I'm walking around in this alley, but no one can see me. Touching things and passing through, don't you know if I'm a human or a ghost?" Xue Yang glanced at Xiao Xingchen provocatively, " However, Daoist, you can suddenly see me and talk to me."

Xiao Xingchen pursed his lips: "I... don't want to hurt you."

"Heh, then why are you here? Taoist priests and ghosts are different paths." Xue Yang was a little impatient.

Xiao Xingchen stretched out his hand to him: "I'm here to help you, what's more, you're not a ghost, but...a soul..."

Xue Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, suddenly feeling that the Taoist priest was cute and silly, "How much difference is there between a soul and a ghost?"

"And how long do you want to talk nonsense..." Xue Yang suddenly lost his interest, "Shut up quickly, let go quickly, I don't have the strength to resist anyway."

Xiao Xingchen didn't expect him to say that, and murmured, "No...not."

Xue Yang rolled his eyes, wondering what he wanted.

The fluorescent lights of the soul-gathering lamp danced one after another, like mourning and lingering.

Xue Yang said, "Then you plan to let other Taoist priests accept me?"

"Impossible!" Xiao Xingchen seemed to be stimulated by his words, "Come with me."

Seeing the Taoist priest stretching out his hand to hold him, Xue Yang was slightly surprised that he could touch him.

These hands are really... so warm.