The girl looked very white, with an oval face, and a pair of round eyes, which was particularly attractive. She was wearing a light pink skirt, her hair tied up, and her youthful appearance as a woman, rubbed her eyes blankly in the darkness, looking around.

"Where am I...?"

Chu Wanning said: "You are in the barrier of return that I set."

The girl was shocked and said in panic: "Who are you? Why is it dark here? I can't see you, who is talking?"

Chu Wanning said: "Did you forget?...You are dead."

The girl opened her eyes wide: "I have...I..."

Slowly, she remembered.

She lowered her head, her hands folded on her chest without any ups and downs. She whispered softly, "I...I'm dead..."

"Only the soul can come to the barrier of Guizhen, where hatred will be eliminated. Whether the dead people turn into evil ghosts or ordinary ghosts behind them, they will retain their character and appearance when they were alive, which is called "Guzhen".

The girl was stunned for a while, as if she was gradually remembering the past, and suddenly she lowered her face and cried silently.

Chu Wanning said: "Do you...have any wronged?"

The girl cried and said, "Are you the King of Hell? Or Bai Wuchang? Are you here to argue for me?"

Chu Wanning held his forehead and said, "...I am not the King of Hell, nor is it Bai Wuchang."

The girl sobbed in a low voice. Chu Wan Ning was quiet for a while, and didn't say anything. When she cried a little more, she said, "But I am here to help you make trouble."

When the girl heard this, she sobbed and raised her eyes, and said with joy and sorrow: "Then you are indeed Lord Yan!"

"..." Chu Wanning decided not to continue the topic with her, and asked instead, "Do you know, what did you do after you die?"

"I don't know...I'm not very clear, I just remember that I'm very sad, very sad. I want to take revenge...I want to go find them...and I want to find him again..."

When the soul just woke up, I couldn't remember many things for the time being, but it didn't matter. Chu Wanning patiently asked her: "Who do you want to find?"

The girl whispered: "My husband, Chen Bohuan."

Chu Wanning was furious, Chen Bohuan - Isn't this the name of the eldest son of the Chen family?

He asked, "What's your name? Where are you from?"

The power of Tianwen was infused into this illusion barrier, and almost all the dead people who came inside would talk to Chu Wanning honestly. The girl replied, "I am Luo Xianxian, who is from Caidie Town."

"Before I came, I had reviewed the files in Caidie Town. There were more than 500 families in this town, and there were no family members in the Luo family. Who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one

The girl slowly remembered the details, so her sadness in her eyes became even more serious: "My father was once a scholar of Murakami and my father-in-law's brother-in-law. A few years ago, he suffered from tuberculosis and had passed away. Later, I was the only one in the family."

"Then why did you die?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, then she cried: "I have no other way except death. They lied to the secret recipe for fragrant powder left by my father, beat me and scolded me, threatened me, and asked me to leave Caidie Town. I... I am a weak woman, where can I go elsewhere? I have no relatives in this world... The world is so big, where can I go? Apart from the underworld, there is no other place to tolerate me..."

After recalling the past and death, she felt infinite pain and sadness in her heart, and she was eager to talk to others. Even Chu Wanning didn't ask any more questions, but she just kept talking slowly.

It turned out that Luo Xianxian lost her mother since childhood. My father said that she had an older brother, but her brother was separated from them in the chaos of the lower cultivation world. Later, she never saw her again, and she didn't know whether she was dead or alive. When her brother was lost, Luo Xianxian was not yet one year old and was huddled in her cradle. Later, she tried hard to recall her brother, but she still had no impression.

The Luo family was left with Xianxian and his father. The father and daughter depended on each other and wandered around. Finally, they built a small house in Caidie Town and lived in it.

That year, Luo Xianxian was five years old. Chen Bohuan, the eldest son of the Chen family, was two years older than her.

At that time, the Chen family had not yet made a fortune. Several people lived in a two-bedroom earth rammed cottage. An orange tree was planted by the low walls of the yard. When autumn came, the lush trees grew over the low walls and came to the Luo family's yard.

Luo Xianxian raised her head, and the oranges on the branches were like lanterns during the Lantern Festival. She was shy and introverted and did not play with others. She always held a stool alone, peeled the beans obediently, and looked up from time to time to see the oranges exploring the Chen family yard.

The oranges are very yellow and tempting. Against the sun, you can think of sweet and sour juice.

Luo Xianxian looked at her eyes and gulped from time to time, her cheeks were so greedy.

But she didn't reach out to pick it. Her father was a scholar who was not as good as her younger brother. After losing the exam, she did not lose all her energy. Her sour scholar's mind was probably broken and she always warned her daughter to be a "gentleman".

Luo Xianxian knew at the age of three that wealth and honor cannot be lustful, and poverty and humbleness cannot be moved. Although she was jealous, she never reached out to pick the orange that was close to her.

One night, Luo Xianxian sat in the yard with the moonlight and was washing clothes.

Her father was not strong enough to rest early. The poor child was in charge of the family. The little girl rolled up her sleeves, soaked her thin arms in the wooden bucket, and rubbed her little face seriously.

Suddenly, a hoarse cough came from the door, and a young man covered in blood staggered in and stared at her.

The little girl was frightened and even forgot to scream.

The young man's face was covered with dirty blood scabs, but his eyebrows were very rebellious and handsome. Two people, one big and one small, just stood still for a long time. In the end, the young man couldn't hold on. He slowly sat down against the wall, panting, and said hoarsely: "Come some water."

Maybe the young man didn't look like a bad person, or maybe Luo Xianxian was kind-hearted. Although she was afraid, she still ran back to the room, took a cup of tea and handed it to the young man's mouth.

The young man was not polite either. Gudugudu drank it clean. After drinking, he wiped the corners of his mouth, rolled up his eyelids, stared at Luo Xianxian's pretty face, his eyes were a little straight, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

He didn't say anything, and Luo Xianxian didn't say anything, but blinked her eyes timidly, and was at a distance she thought was safe, holding her hands not far or near, and looking at the stranger.

"...You look quite like an old friend of mine." The young man suddenly grinned, squinted his eyes and smiled gloomyly. With the blood stain on his face, it was really ferocious. "Especially, his eyes are round, and it looks like they want to dig it out, poke it on his fingers, and swallow it one by one."

The terrifying words of Senran were said so plainly by him, and even with a little smile, Luo Xianxian shook even harder and subconsciously covered her eyes.

The young man said, "Ha, girl is smart, just cover it like this, don't keep staring at me. I can't control my own hands."

He spoke with a curled tongue, with a northern accent.

The moonlight shone in the yard. The young man licked his cracked lips and suddenly saw the orange tree in the yard. For some reason, his eyes lit up, and his pupils flashed with brilliance. The luster was bright and dim for a while. Then he raised his chin and signaled.

"Girl."

Luo Xianxian: "..."

"Pick an orange and peel it for me."

Luo Xianxian finally spoke, her voice was soft and trembling, but she did not hesitate: "Brother, this is not my fruit tree, it is from someone else's, and it cannot be picked."

The young man was stunned, not knowing what he remembered, and his face slowly calmed down.

"I said I would pick it. I want to eat oranges, pick it for me!" The last sound was fierce, as if it was shattered from the cracks of my teeth and then spit out. Luo Xianxian was so scared that she still stood stubbornly.

The little girl is soft-hearted, but in her bones, she is like her extremely decaying father.

"I won't go."

The young man suddenly narrowed his eyes, arched his nose, and his face changed: "Does the stinky girl know who you are talking to?"

"You want to drink water, I will pour it for you, I want to eat, and there are still some at home, but the orange tree is not my home, I can't pick it. My father said that it's called stealing if he doesn't tell me. I am a gentleman. If you want wealth and honor, you can't be lust, you can't be poor and humble, you can't be fish..."

When he was nervous, he said that the half-year-old girl blushed as if she was decent, insisting on what her father had taught her, and finally stuttered all the words, but under the gaze of the young man, she was already trembling and swaying her feet.

The young man was speechless.

If it is not inappropriate, I heard that such a little guy is still a girl, saying "If you don't complain, you will be called stealing", "Wealth and honor cannot be lustful, poverty and humbleness cannot be moved", and - "I am a gentleman"??Puff, he really couldn't help laughing out loud.

But he couldn't laugh.

On the contrary, there was a strong resentment that rushed into the sky in his heart and crushed his heart.

"I hate you the most, what is called..." He held the wall, stood up shakingly, and squeezed out two words from his lips, "Good man, gentleman, hero, and kind man."

Under Luo Xianxian's horrified gaze, he slowly moved his injured feet to the orange tree, raised his head, and sniffed the smell of the orange tree almost greedily, and then suddenly a red light of hatred burst out in his eyes. Before Luo Xianxian could react, he climbed the tree, shaking it hard, kicking, and hitting.

The oranges on the branches were all shaking down, falling to the ground, rolling aside, the young man's smile distorted, shouting casually: "What a good person who won't sue is called stealing, how rich and powerful can't be lust! How powerful can't be betray!"

"Big brother! What are you doing! Stop! Dad! Dad!"

Luo Xianxian didn't want to call her father. Her father was weak and had no power to tie a chicken, and she couldn't help even if she came out. But after all, she was a little girl, and she finally got scared and collapsed until now.

"What are you shouting! I'll chop him up with your father!"

The little girl was frightened and with tears in her eyes, there were water beads spinning in her round eyes.

The Chen family next door went to visit relatives in the neighboring village, but the whole family was not around, and no one stopped the little lunatic.

The little madman shook the oranges all over the ground, but he still couldn't relieve his anger. He stepped on the ground a few times, crushed several fruits, and suddenly became fierce. He had some strength from somewhere, jumped up and flipped into the Chen family's yard, found an axe, and cut down the entire tree in a few seconds. Then he turned back and laughed.

As he smiled, he suddenly stopped laughing, squatted on the ground, dazed in a daze.

Suddenly he turned his head and waved to Luo Xianxian: "Girl, come here."

"..." Luo Xianxian did not move, stood there, with small cloth shoes embroidered with yellow flowers crushing the ground.

Seeing that she was hesitant, the young man slowed down his tone and said as kindly as possible: "Come here. I have something good for you."

"I...I don't want...No, I can't go..." Luo Xianxian was lowly, before she finished speaking, the young man suddenly became fierce again-

"If you don't come, I'll go into the house and chop your father up now!"

Luo Xianxian shook violently and finally moved towards him step by step.

The young man looked at her sideways: "Hurry up, I don't have time to watch you dance yangko."

When Luo Xianxian lowered her head and moved to him, there were still a few steps away. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the person over. Luo Xianxian screamed, but the scream was blocked roughly by something. The young man stuffed an orange into her mouth, and did not peel it or scrub it, and stabbed it into her mouth with the soil.

Luo Xianxian could not eat an orange in one bite. The young man forced it, and the orange cracked and rotted, making half of her face covered with fruit mud. But the madman was still grinning, crushing the fruit on her face, and stuffing it into her mouth that was trying to close.

"Aren't you a gentleman? Aren't you not eating stolen things? Then what are you eating now? Well? What are you eating now!"

"Woooo... no...I don't want...Dad...Dad..."

"Swallow." The young man squinted his eyes and stuffed the last bit of flesh into Luo Xianxian's mouth. The faint light shone in his pupils, and he shivered, "Swallow it for me!"

Seeing Luo Xianxian being forced to swallow the orange, she choked in her throat and called "Dadfather". The young man was silent for a while and suddenly laughed.

That smile is more terrifying than his hideous face.
To be continued...