Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

Yu Lao soon noticed the key point from Mu Xing's words, he looked at Mu Xing, his eyes were full of thirst for the unknown: "The souls say that you let them get free, So what's the difference between you and them? What obsession do you have that you haven't completed?"

He has lived for so many years, and he can be called accurate. Although this little boy looks delicate and delicate, his eyes are clear and bright, and he can see through to the end.

I can't see the people who stay in the world because of obsession.

Mu Xing spread his hands: "I said it before, I forgot."

"I just woke up and had my own consciousness. As for me getting them free..."

Mu Xing's expression "I don't know anything": "They found them by themselves. After they came, they regained their senses and have nothing to do with me."

He was originally talking nonsense, but Yu Lao nodded seriously: "I have carefully observed this place, and indeed, the structural design of this mansion is very consistent with the Taoist Yin-Yang and Five Elements. According to Feng Shui, there may be a reason for this.”

While talking, Yu Lao sighed: "The ancestors left too many things, I just hate that life is limited, and I can't concentrate on research all the time."

After speaking, he looked at Mu Xing with bright eyes, and made a request: "Little Master, can I live with you for a while?"

This yard, and the people in this yard, no, are the souls of the yard, they are all living historical relics.

He can't wait to be here 24 hours a day.

Mu Xing shook his head and refused: "No, what this place looks like now is just an illusion. In fact, it's just a rubble and there is no way to live here."

Yu Lao said decisively: "This is not a problem, we can bring our own intelligent assembly room, which is very convenient."

Mu Xing: "…"

He was almost moved by the persistence shown by the old man.

But after thinking about it, Mu Xing shook his head and refused: "There are too many souls here, and the ancient land is thousands of years old, and the yin is too heavy. At your age, staying here for a long time will treat you well. is not in good health.”

Yu Lao did not give up: "I have a medical team, if there is any abnormality in my body, I will leave."

Mu Xing: "...No."

Yu Lao began to bargain: "So, half a day? We will build a house nearby, and I will come to you every night. Your activity time is at night, right?"

This is true. After becoming a soul, it is completely different from before life.

Although they are not unable to come out during the day, they do prefer a cool and dark environment, and they are much more comfortable at night.

In the end, under Yu Lao's sincerity (hu), heart (stir), sincerity (barbaric) intention (entanglement), he obtained the gift of visiting (harassing) the house every night. qualifications.

Xianfei Cheng was finally released after several days.

Of course, he paid a large fine and was banned from many other related occupations.

He is not bad for this amount of money. After posting news on Xingwang and fans reporting safety, thinking about the previous experience, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels itching.

After hesitating for a few days, he still drove here.

From a distance, I saw a row of houses built on the periphery of the semi-protected area.

In the daytime, this ancient house becomes ordinary, dilapidated, quaint, overgrown with weeds, and it is completely impossible to see that it will become so mysterious and charming at night .

"Hi!" Xiang Feicheng got up from the ground, glared at the abrupt stone, frowned and looked at his right palm.

The moment he just fell, his conditioned reflex held his body with his hands, his palms were rubbed by the rough ground, and there were even fine sand and stones embedded in the flesh, burning hot pain .

Fortunately, he shook his hand and didn't twist it.

He thought he was careless and didn't realize that his fall was due to an external force.

And in the house, Mu Xinggang was going to let Xiangfeicheng suffer a little more and leave here - he didn't like this tangy guest who disturbed the peace of the soul.

Mu Xing's mind flickered, and a vague memory suddenly appeared.

The boy dressed as the prince in white was strolling around the market with a novel look, followed by a tall man with a lot of things in his arms.

The boy turned his head, and it was exactly what Mu Xing's body looked like.

He said in a happy tone when he arrived at the boy: "Brother Fang, it's really interesting here. But am I buying too much?"

The man said gently: "A Yu likes it, I can still carry this thing."

Mu Xing wanted to see the man, but the man did not look back.

After that, there is no more.

He came back to his senses from the memory at that moment, and there was a faint feeling in his heart: The story of this body, and even the death of the original body, is related to this man who can't see his appearance.

Is it a little bit starting to restore memory?

Still…

Mu Xing's eyes slowly looked at Xiang Feicheng, who was still clutching his palm.

Everything in this house could not be concealed from him, and the drop of blood just now was also in his eyes.

Maybe, it has something to do with the phase non-process?

Think about it again, when he woke up and regained consciousness, it was just when Xiangfei Cheng came to the ancient house to explore.

Maybe it really has something to do with him.

Mu Xing decided to try it out.

How to experiment?

Xianfei Cheng looked left and right to find his way in, and suddenly heard some noise above his head, he raised his head and startled a passing bird, the bird stepped hard and experienced countless wind and rain The loose rockery is loosened, grumbling—

It jumped into his hand, and the sharp corner of the rock slashed his short-sleeved arm, clearly scratching a deep blood mark.

"I'm going!" Xiang Feicheng took a step back.

He looked at the stone on the ground that was bigger than his fist. If this thing fell on top of his head, wouldn't he have to lie down?

He looked at the yard with some hesitation, always feeling that he might not fit the aura of this place today.

He didn't notice that a line of blood snaked down his arm and dripped on the ground.

Mu Xing saw something again.

It's still the boy, and the man who can't see his face clearly.

He mounted a horse and walked a few laps, wearing a thick cloak, running in the snow...

These ordinary things, he was never allowed to do by his family because he was born weak.

Mu Xing could see that when he was with that man, the young man's eyes were bright, and it was clearly full of affection.

And the man is not ruthless, the interaction between the two has already exceeded the distance between friends.

…

Mu Xing couldn't help thinking: Could it be that this is the obsession of this body?

He and this man can't stay in love with each other, is it a tragedy in the end?

But what does this have to do with phase non-process?

When Yu Lao came in the evening, Mu Xing asked him how they checked his information.

Yu Lao was a little helpless: "According to your clothes, we have initially confirmed that you are the son Yu of the Qi Dynasty in history. But there is really too little information about the son Yu."

Mu Xing thought for a while, picked up the pen, and quickly outlined the appearance of the person in the dream, saying: "I remembered a little bit of the past today, and it should have been like this when I was alive."

Elder Yu was overjoyed, took the drawing paper and looked at it several times, and said with certainty, "This costume is indeed your son Yu, that's right."

He stared at Mu Xing: "Can you give me this precious work?"

Mu Xing: "...Okay."

He said inadvertently: "By the way, what is the identity of the young man who came to us that day? When I look at him, I always feel as if his face is familiar. He doesn't have ancestors and I What's the matter?"

Yu Lao was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes brightened: "Then we can check Xiang's!"

So, Xiang Feicheng, who just returned home, was informed by his father that someone from the archaeological department had come to his home and borrowed a family tree for a view.

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