Weird fairy

Chapter 330

"Father, this is a mooncake with jujube paste filling. I remember you like the one with jujube paste filling the most." Bai Lingmiao deliberately held a mooncake with red marks on it, and stood on tiptoe in front of a spirit tablet.

"Brother, you like to eat bean paste. You can't find bean paste in the village. Try this sesame one. It tastes pretty good."

After distributing the mooncakes, Bai Lingmiao took out three sticks of incense and lit them again, knelt on the ground and bowed to them, sticking them on the remaining mooncakes.

A little smoke slowly drifted among the spirit cards, and the Bai family ancestral hall was filled with incense again.

Bai Lingmiao looked up at the black wall in front of him, as if he was thinking about something.After a long time, a smile appeared on his face and said: "Today, Yuexi, let me spend it with everyone."

She picked up a piece of moon cake from the plate and walked two steps forward, and sat down on the steps of the ancestral hall.Looking at the bright moon in the sky, I ate mooncakes with small bites.

While eating, a figure appeared beside her, Bai Lingmiao stretched out his right hand, and put the mooncake in his hand into the red hijab of Ershen.Immediately afterwards, she leaned her head slightly to the left, leaning against the red silk satin clothes of the Great God.

Just like this, on the steps outside the Bai family ancestral hall, two women with exactly the same head snuggled together silently, eating the same moon cake, and admiring the same full moon in the sky.

Suddenly there was a fire in the distance, Bai Lingmiao stood up and looked around, and saw an earth kiln built with tiles and stones in the distance.

The kiln is very high, higher than other houses in Niuxin Village, and the soaring flames envelop the kiln like a huge bonfire.

Gouwa was standing on the roof beside him, barking strangely while throwing all kinds of old clothes into it.

On the eve of the moon, the earthen kiln was going to be fired. Bai Lingmiao remembered that it happened every year, but this kind of thing was always liked by the elders and younger brothers in the village, and the girls didn't like it very much.

Looking at the flames soaring into the sky in the distance, Bai Lingmiao thought of his own brother who had been worrying all the time.

The eldest sister is like a mother, and the parents at home are busy with things every day. This younger brother is basically brought up by her alone.

She watched with her own eyes that the little child in the cradle gradually turned into a young man who could jump and run, but everything came to an abrupt end.

The longing for her family almost reached its peak, and she finally touched the drum at her waist with trembling hands and began to beat it.

"Dong dong dong ~ dong dong dong~" The rhythmic drum sounded in the deserted village.

After a few moments of hesitation, Bai Lingmiao opened her mouth tremblingly and began to sing, the tears that she had endured all night finally flowed down.

She used the mourning melody of the mourning family, her voice seemed to contain extreme misery, and everything around her trembled.

"Qingfeng~~Smoke Soul~~~ woo woo woo."

At this moment, she resonated with the libretto. If everything before was just a picture of a gourd under the persecution of the Xian family, she suddenly had a higher understanding and feeling for those moves.

Only when enough people in the family have died will they understand what kind of feeling it takes to sing the tune of crying smoke and soul.

She found that the emotions in her heart had infected the Xianjia, and this feeling was very special.

It can even be said that the current Bai Lingmiao is much stronger than the original Li Zhi at least in terms of Beijia, but this kind of price is something that Bai Lingmiao doesn't want at all.

The drums continued to sound, and the incomparably bleak tune was still sung.

"Smoke Soul~ The three worlds of the Yang Dynasty are people waiting, and the three cities of the Yin Division are the Soul of Smoke."

"It is said that the sky is a treasure and the earth is a pool, and people are like fish in muddy waters in the world of the earth, woo woo woo"

"After a while, take two hours, and after two hours, you will lose a moment."

This time it was the great god's turn to watch, watching Bai Lingmiao sing the tune of calling back souls, wisps of wind blew past the gate of the Bai family ancestral hall, passed the red hijab of the great god, finally blew out the white lantern, and began to surround Bai Lingmiao Turned slowly.

Seemingly sensing something, Bai Lingmiao could hardly continue singing, but finally she gritted her teeth and pounded on the drum at her waist.

"Hearing that Yanhun shed tears of sadness, my heart seems to have suffered a lot. You have nowhere to complain to Yanhun if you have grievances, and there is nowhere to complain if you have such a grievance."

The cloudy wind became stronger, and the spirit tablets in the entire ancestral hall were blown and shaken, as were the tiles in the entire ancestral hall, as if the entire Bai family's ancestral hall came alive at this moment.

Singing and singing, a cloudy wind gently passed the skirt of the great god, and got into the blood-red red hijab.

A burning smell began to emerge from Dashen's body, she raised her hands tremblingly, and leaned towards Bai Lingmiao dully. "Naughty girl."

The moment he heard the voice, Bai Lingmiao's heart trembled, and he didn't care about it, he opened his hands and rushed towards the voice. "mother!!"

The moment Bai Lingmiao hugged the Great God, it seemed that Bai Lingmiao found support again, and immediately told everything accumulated in her heart.

She closed her eyes and talked for a long time, but she didn't get any feedback until she stopped.

When she looked at the red hijab of the great god with her red eyes, she got a disappointing result. The moment she stopped her tune, she had already left.

"When my mother left, did she say anything?" Bai Lingmiao asked softly.

The great god stared at Bai Lingmiao for a long time through the red hijab, and finally said slowly: "She is not your mother..."

"No, she's my mother! My father and grandfather just came back! They're all blaming me!" Bai Lingmiao shook her head and vetoed loudly.

The great god didn't say anything, and opened his arms to embrace the other party in his arms again. She knelt down, hugged Bai Lingmiao whole, and gently rocked in her arms.

Bai Lingmiao opened his eyes, followed the slight shaking, silently looking at the beams on the top of the ancestral hall, as if thinking about something.

The earth kiln outside did not know when it went out, and the two sat silently in the dark ancestral hall.

"If I leave, can you help me stay with Senior Brother Li? There really is no shortage of people around him." Bai Lingmiao spoke suddenly.

Dashen just hugged her without any reaction.

"I'm sorry, but I really can't hold it anymore, I can't do anything, I can't even avenge my family!"

The weeping Bai Lingmiao broke free from the other party's arms, and took out the rope that had been prepared.

She walked to the center of the ancestral hall, threw the rope in her hand to the beam and began to tie it.

Dashen then stood up, and she walked behind Bai Lingmiao and hugged her slender calf, helping her complete the next steps.

When Dashen gently put down his hand and took a step back, the creaking sound of the rope being tightened instantly, and the uncontrollable sound of inhaling began to sound.

The Almighty ignored these voices, went around silently to the steps of the ancestral hall and sat down again, continuing to watch the full moon in the sky.

Behind her red hijab is Bai Lingmiao's slightly wobbling little white shoes, and behind the little white shoes are the dark tablets of the dead that are densely packed like a black wall.

(End of this chapter)