soul seeker

"Do you know Xiaoye's exact address?" Greedy Weichun asked.

The dryad shook his head, "I only know that he lives in the next city."

"Ah, then this is hard to find, it's so big..."

"Oh, by the way," the tree demon suddenly stopped, "Postcards, Xiaoye will send postcards to his grandmother, although he lives very close, but he still sends them often. But I don't know if they are still there after the fire."

"Then go back and look for it." Lu Weichun also stopped and looked at him, "Although it will be troublesome, it will be even more troublesome if you don't look for it."

Saying that, Kuweichun activated his little finger, turned his head and told the evil spirit, "I use the ring, you take it, it saves time."

The evil spirit felt extremely troublesome in his heart, but he was used to Greedy Tail Spring's troublesome personality.

Although the blood line did not cut off Feng Minghai's neck, it did cut off the soul thread leading to Wu after Feng Minghai's neck.

In this way, the people above knew that the situation was bad this time, perhaps Feng Minghai had already been eaten.

They urgently sent a soul seeker from the same city as Feng Minghai who had no missions to the scene to see the situation of him and the dryad. Although they couldn't know the detailed location, they could still know the general area through the soul thread breakpoint.

The closer the night comes, the faster the sun sinks, so fast that the specific changes can be seen with the naked eye.

In the small kitchen, because it was piled up with a lot of sundries, it seemed even smaller. Xiaoye prepared dinner for herself in it, because after all, she used a knife and was cut many times before, so every time she cooks He is very nervous.

He stirred the eggs with chopsticks and beat them. He couldn't help thinking about Li Shu's mixed feelings of sadness and joy when he went there next week.

A smile could not help but climb on his face.

After the egg liquid was beaten, Xiaoye took the knife and prepared to cut all the vegetables in one go, because every time he used the knife, he was too nervous to breathe.

Just at this time, the phone in the living room, which had hardly rang, suddenly rang, and Xiao Ye, who was startled, turned around subconsciously, and her right hand holding the knife hit the cardboard box behind her, and the knife cut the palm of her left hand, cutting her It wasn't shallow, but because the pain was not obvious at first, he didn't realize how deep the cut was. Instead, he took a few pieces of paper to cover the wound, and hurried to answer the phone.

Knowing that he had blood on his hands, he clamped the phone between his face and shoulders and sat on the sofa: "Hello... Oh, I'm Lin Danye, may I ask who you are?"

While talking, he dragged the tissue box on the coffee table next to him to stop the bleeding, because the amount of blood was more than he thought.

Soon, the other party's words made him stop wiping blood, and his expression became flustered.

Then he stood up and asked loudly, "What about that tree?"

"Ah?" The other party was a little surprised, because he didn't ask how the house was, but asked a tree that didn't seem to have anything to do with him. So serious... Hello? Hello? Mr. Lin, are you still there?"

Xiaoye bowed her head in silence and hung up the phone.

The sense of bewilderment and helplessness of losing his mother reappeared, even more intense, because at least at that time, there were still pear trees in the invisible world, but now there is really only the darkness in front of him.

The only clear thing in his chaotic mind now is that he remembered his mother's previous insomnia, and he had to take medicine almost every night to make himself fall asleep.

"Where did you put that medicine...?"

He stood up and walked to the bedroom, still expressionless as before, but his body no longer trembled, there were no tears on his face, and he was calm as if nothing had happened.

He opened the drawer dedicated to his mother's belongings, and rummaged through it with bleeding hands, as if the pain and expression had disappeared.

Xiaoye sat on the chair in front of the dining table in the living room, chewed and swallowed the half bottle of sleeping pills one by one like eating candy, and laughed while chewing.