[Murong Bai] Daily life in Shiniu Town

Although the world is big, I am alone.

And I've lost my love.

Murong Bai said that he pushed me into the crack, which made me in a dilemma.

I am not the same, making him in a dilemma between righteousness and demons.

If I have suffering, there is pain.

How can he escape.

In this life, who of the two of us owes whom? Why don't we go to the underworld and make it clear.

If Murong Bai's mind and soul are gone, then I will also be gone to accompany him.

I had already made up my mind just now, so my movements were very decisive. I raised the sword in my hand and wiped it towards my neck.

"Susu!" I heard the exclamations of Xiaomei, Wang Dahui and even the villagers.

Then, I felt something hit me in the head.

it hurts!

I fainted.

Someone knocked me out.

This was done by my father who has been traveling for many years.

He stood by my bed, and when he saw me wake up, he blew his beard and stared and shouted: "Your body and skin are from your parents, you unfilial daughter, how dare you kill yourself with a sword!"

I looked at him blankly and asked, "Where's Murong Bai?"

The old man became even more angry, he stomped his feet and said, "You unfilial daughter, I haven't seen you for many years, and you don't know how to greet your father first."

"Daddy..." I haven't seen him for a few years, but Daddy has become fatter, darker, and his beard has grown thicker, I looked away, "Daddy, just pretend I'm dead, I'm going to find Murong Bai."

It's not that I'm unfilial.

But the past few years without me, Dad, seems to be doing pretty well.

In the past few years without my father, I don't mean that I have much on my mind.

But I don't know what would happen to Murong Bai without me.

Anyway, without him now, my life has lost any hope and expectation.

I am Murong Bai's guardian.

Since I was a child, I have existed to protect him.

Now that he's gone, why should I keep it?

Dad didn't blow his beard or kick his feet.

He didn't even yell back at me. I guessed that I must have used his lines back then to make him a little guilty.

Dad didn't speak, just looked at me quietly and deeply.

I felt a little guilty when he saw it.

Well, I'm a little unfilial.

When a white-haired person sends a black-haired person, I said that it is too burdensome.

"Then what..." I raised my hand, touched the back of my head that was still hurting a bit, and said to my father, "Daddy... Murong Bai and I still have some savings over the years, put them in..."

Retirement needs to be done properly.

Dad ignored me, he asked, "Where are you going to find it?"

"what?"

"You said you wanted to find Murong Bai, where are you going to find him?"

Up to the poor and down to the underworld.

I thought so, but didn't answer him, just looked at him quietly.

Dad also looked at me for a while, then handed me a red gold gourd.

"Your precious Murong Bai is here." He said to me.

I took the gourd suspiciously: "I don't read much, so don't lie to me."

My father glared at me, and said to me: "Even if you die, you won't be able to find Murong Bai. That kid died with the demons in his heart, and his soul flew away. Thanks to your father, I came in time and used this gourd to collect all of his Wisps of soul. The remaining two souls and seven souls, it is up to you to slowly recruit him back."

The amount of information is too much, I am a little confused.

Could it be that Murong Bai can come back to life?

This red gold gourd is similar in structure to the purple gold gourd of Murong's family.

I could see a pure white, flame-like thing in it.

This is indeed Murong Bai's fault.

Because it feels so familiar to me.

No one can give me such a sense of peace of mind and stability except him.

I looked at my father excitedly: "How do I recruit?"

The old man said: "Recite the incantation first, consume mana, and recite it for ninety-nine eighty-one days to draw his soul back and weave it together, and then use ninety-nine eighty-one days to reshape his physical body. Nine days and 81 days, using blood as a guide to lead the soul back to the body..."

Hearing this, I have another question: "How to reshape the physical body?"

The old man brushed his beard and laughed quite complacently: "You think I've really gone out to play all these years? For you two little bastards, I'm so worried."

The author has something to say: dear father!