The snow falls on Lion King Mountain, and the dark night is reflected by the snow as if it were day. Xi Yue, wearing a red cloak, independent of the mountainside, sighed softly and whispered to himself: "Why are you so obsessed? She shook the soul bell in her hand, and the crisp sound of "Ding Ling Bell" echoed in the silent snowy night. The snow seemed to fall more rapidly, with a rustling sound. In the depths of the mountains and forests, wolves howled one after another.
Xi Yue frowned slightly, and the soul bell in her hand shook more urgently. Soon, something seemed to be wriggling in the snowdrift. She couldn't take her eyes off it, as if she didn't realize it. Gradually, a half-human, half-beast figure staggered to its feet and staggered towards Xi Yue. When I got closer, I found that it was a humanoid skeleton, and it was difficult to distinguish its true identity for a while.
The skeleton slowly walked to Xiyue and stopped, and the conjuring bell in her right hand changed to her left hand, and the bell became more and more dense. A moment later, something slowly crept out of another corner, revealing the white bones in the snow. Xi Yue glanced faintly, and there was no wave in her eyes. After a few more breaths, both skeletons came up to her. Only now can I see that they are all humanoid skeletons, emitting a chill for no reason in the deep night.
Xi Yue looked at the two skeletons, and frowned slightly: "Your appearance is really scary, even at night, it's not good to be bumped into by the living." As she spoke, her hand moved slightly, and she added two black robes to one hand as if she were juggling. With another wave of his hand, the two black robes were covered by the two skeletons. After doing all this, Xi Yue opened his mouth to introduce himself: "I am Xi Yue, the soul returning master, you can report your name and address." ”
The taller skeleton on the left spoke, and his voice was low and gentle, sounding like a middle-aged man before his death: "My name is Wei Mu, and my ancestral home is Weijia Village, Pingxiang County, Xiliang City. But I hope to return to Liu'er Hutong in Pingxiang County. The shorter skeleton on the right also spoke, and his voice was hoarse, obviously an old man: "My name is Wen Yong, and my family is in Wujia Village, Pingxiang County." ”
Xi Yue nodded in understanding: "Your obsession is too heavy and has not been dissipated for so many years, since I passed by here, I will give you a ride and get rid of your obsession." Say the last thing you wish in your heart. Wei Mu sighed and said, "I want to see my most beloved person again, tell her about the sum of silver I hid during my lifetime, and let her raise my son well." Wen Yong was silent for a long time before he spoke, his voice full of vicissitudes and longing: "I originally prepared a wooden hairpin for my wife, but the years have passed, and the hairpin has long been decayed, just want to see her for the last time." ”
Xi Yue nodded lightly in understanding: "In that case, let's go, send Wei Mu first and then Wen Yong." Neither of them objected, Xi Yue picked up the soul bell and shook it lightly and shouted: "The soul is back!" Let's go back to our homeland! Now I'm going to send you home! As the bell rang, the two followed Xi Yue on their way home, the tooth-aching creaking sound of the skeleton under the black robe echoing in the silent snowy night.
Along the way, Wei Mu and Wen Yong talked to try to pass the long journey, they talked about their past and regrets, and also shared their thoughts and concerns for their families. Accompanied by the cold wind and snowflakes, their voices are sometimes low and sometimes passionate, echoing in the mountains and forests, as if they want to imprint this obsession on this land forever. Xi Yue, on the other hand, silently walked in front and listened to their stories, knowing that this was her respect and respect for the deceased, as well as her duty and mission as a soul returnee.