Immortal Voices Chapter 344: Lonely Soul
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Rong Xian threw a piece of silver at the guard, and walked into the city unhurriedly.
Along the way, it looks like someone is showing the way, with a clear goal towards the fairy village in the distance.
Shenxian Village is a village in this city. There are about 3,000 people in the village.
Rong Xian raised her head and looked at the tall gate. Although the three words "Shenxian Village" on it were immature, they gave people a sense of spirit.
From a gatehouse, you can roughly see the mental outlook of the villagers in this village.
With a gentle smile at the corner of Rong Xian's mouth, she stepped into the gatehouse and walked towards the village.
She had just stepped into the village, and a gloomy wind rose on the ground, and the sky above her head was dim.
Rong Xian's footsteps paused slightly, and her tone was gentle and gentle: "Chan'er, I will be fine."
She looked into the distance, her deep eyes seemed to have an invisible vortex, she wanted to sink everything that could be seen into the darkness.
She smiled slightly and said, "You and your eldest brother will have to pay for the death."
There is no one around, but Rong Xian can see clearly, and a little girl has been closely following her.
She is as old as she is now, only fourteen years old, blood is ticking all over her body, a big hole is broken in the empty mouth, and tears of blood are lying on her dark eyes.
That is her twin sister, Rong Chan.
One year ago, my eldest brother rushed to the test and passed by here, but died unexpectedly. My mother couldn't bear the pain of losing her son and followed.
My father sent someone to find the head catchers of six doors to find clues, but finally returned to no avail.
Although Rong Chan is young, she is extremely clever.
She realized from the vague words of the head catcher that things were not that simple, so she secretly left home to investigate the truth about the death of her elder brother, but she died in this fairy village, so miserable.
The pain Rong Xian suffered half a year ago was the pain before Rong Chan's death. The twins felt that she still had lingering fears when she thought of the pain.
Rong Xian's clear eyes are full of waves, and her smile is sweet, but it makes people feel chilling for no reason.
It seems that no matter which sister she is, the result is not so good.
In this case, let everyone in Shenxian Village pay for the death of my sister.
Rong Xian walked towards the village unhurriedly, her speed was not fast, she brought the good education of the family with her every gesture.
As soon as she passed a fertile field, she ran into three men carrying hoes.
The corner of Rong Xian’s mouth curled up, and she stepped forward two steps: "Three big brothers, I heard that the **** temple in your **** god village is very famous. I don't know how to get there?"
The three peasants turned pale when they saw Rong Xian, and their eyes were full of horror, as if they had seen something incredible.
Hearing Rong Xian’s question, one of them resisted the horror and asked: "This young man came to worship the gods at the gods temple?"
Rong Xian stroked the jade crown on her head, smiling like a spring breeze: "Yes, I am here to worship God."
She is very good-tempered and said: "I heard that the Shenxian Temple is responsive. I want to pray for my mother, brother and sister, and also ask the three eldest brothers to show me the way."
It was noon at this time, and He Miao Yan'er was exposed to the sun. In the sun, the son was gentle and harmless. But the three of them only felt gloomy. Not only did they feel terrible, their backs were chilly.
Wang Daniel held the **** tightly, as if this would bring him a sense of security.
He tremblingly pointed to the green hills in the distance, and said: "The temple of gods is in the mountains, let the son go by himself."
Rong Xian smiled and said, "Thank you very much."
She bowed her hand and headed towards the green hill enthusiastically.
Seeing her walking away, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Daniu swallowed, his voice trembling and asked: "You said, is he related to Rong Chan?"
"Wang Daniel!" Li Yang whispered: "Don't mention that name."
It seems that those two words have turned on some taboos, causing the three of them to shudder severely.
Zhang Laizi said with a pale face: "He and the girl look so alike, will they and will they be a family?"
Li Yang thought for a while, threw the **** to Wang Daniu and said: "This matter must be told to the village head. If they really have a relationship, we must find a way to deal with it as soon as possible. You can go ahead and do it first."
In the distance, Rong Xian looked at the figures of the three indifferently, her eyes flashing coldly.
Walking through this field, there is a long river in front of which a simple bridge is built with wooden planks and ropes.
Rong Xian stood on the bridge and leaned toward the bottom of the river.
She said lightly: "Did they push you into this river?"
She tilted her head to look at the little girl beside her, as if waiting for her answer.
Rong Chan's hair covered her face, and he nodded fiercely when he saw the river shaking.
She wanted to escape that day but fell into the river accidentally. Before she could swim up, the people chased her.
They pressed her head in the river, and again and again, the river choked into her body, and she felt hot and painful all over her body.
Until she was completely exhausted, those people took off her clothes and did whatever they wanted to her.
As if thinking of the terrible thing, blood leaked from Rong Chan's eyes.
She died, she died so miserably, she became a lonely ghost, no one can see, no one can hear.
When she felt her sister coming to avenge her, Rong Chan felt terrified. She was afraid that her sister would also be killed by these demons.
Big brother died here, and she died here too, what about sister?
Rong Chan floated in front of her sister and said with a stern voice: "Sister, they will kill you, you leave soon, sister."
She was terribly scared. She was afraid that she could not protect her sister, and she was afraid that those people would hurt her sister.
Rong Xian smiled slightly and said: "They won't have that chance, Chan'er is not afraid."
Because of her arrival, in this ordinary world without any special, Rong Chan is the only person who exists as a soul after death.
I don't know if this is good or bad for Rong Chan.
Rong Xian stood up straight, glanced at the long river last, and continued to walk forward.
Across the river, there are rows of apricot trees, with golden apricots hanging on the trees, the apricot fragrance is particularly attractive.
Rong Xian looked at these apricots and walked along the flat road towards the back mountain.
After walking for about an hour, Rong Xian wiped off her sweat, feeling that it was quite tiring to be a mortal, so she found a big tree and moved a big rock and sat down to enjoy the cool.
Rong Xian stood up until the hot sun passed and the sunset glowed.
She followed Rong Chan's guidance all the way to the deep mountains, where the tall woods obscured the sky.
The cries of insects and birds rang, and the night gradually approached, and Rong Xian's footsteps stopped in front of these deserted graves.
"This is a mass grave, and the bones of the eldest brother are here." Rong Chan said with blood and tears.
Rong Chan floated gently to the head of the grassy grave, knelt on the ground and started sobbing.
"That night, I dug one grave after another here alone, and finally I dug here. The long gown was made by my mother herself. He also wore my gold wire bracelet on his wrist. He was Big brother, big brother..."
Rong Chan cried miserably, and her resentment and anger made this mass grave even more terrifying.